A/N: Another threat on my life, another chapter. I could always be persauded to post another one before the end of the weekend...

Of Halloween and Nightmares

"Dude, since when have we had annual Halloween parties? What have I been missing?" Snape propped his legs up on the coffee table. He was holding a decorated card with a pumpkin on it. "How stupid." He crumpled it up and threw it at the wastebasket. He missed. "Dammit."

"Snape!" A high voice chimed. Snape groaned. In walked JD and Moosk. He couldn't help it and groaned again. "Snape, darling, what are you wearing to the party?" Moosk, in her blue plaid nightclothes, leaned against Snape's head.

The man sighed and made a move to push the girl over. He missed and somehow ended up lying under the table with a black eye. JD smirked. "Well, we were thinking of being Harry Potter and Ron Weasley." Snape's eye twitched.

"You won't do that if you want to live."

"Fine. Maybe not. We'll be clowns."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"… Good point." As this exchange was taking place, Moosk was looking through the refrigerator for edible food. Finding none, she settled for some leftover pizza. Voldemort had entered the room, searched the fridge as well, and taken the pizza from Moosk.

"What do you think I should go as?" Voldemort asked as he ate Moosk's slice, which she had conveniently spat on before he took it from her. JD grinned, walked over to the Dark Lord, and put an arm around his shoulders. Or at least tried to. She wasn't quite tall enough to reach that high.

"You know what would make you look super evil?"

"What? Tell me, woman!"

"Go as a fairy."

The Evil One raised an eyebrow and fell silent. Snape tried to stifle his laughter behind ahand.

"No, really dude, it'd totally make you the creepiest thing in the house. I mean, think. When was the last time you saw anything scarier than a fairy?" Moosk, for once, made perfect sense. And that's saying something.

"I… suppose… you're right. Yes. Yes, I shall go as a fairy! And I shall be the scariest being in the house!" JD nodded, diverting Voldemort's attention from Moosk, who was supporting herself on the table, shaking from laughter.

And indeed he was. Every one of the Death Eaters was scarred for life after that fateful Halloween party. Hell, you'd be too if you'd seen Voldemort in pink tights and a tutu.