Chapter Ten

"Woah," said Voldemort, staring around Cassie's hallway. "Your house is tiny! You couldn't even fit Lucius's bathroom in here, I swear."

"Gee, thanks," said Cassie. "I hope it won't be too much trouble for you to have to stay here, my liege."

"That's okay," said Voldemort, clearly not noticing the sarcasm in her voice. "Just make sure the room service is excellent, would you?"

"Room service?" Susan piped up. "We get room service?"

"No," said Cassie flatly. "I am not a maid. If you want food, get it yourself."

The Dark Lord looked put out, but continued on his wander around Cassie's home. Lucy and Susan settled themselves down in the living room, immediately commencing the fight for the remote control and hence for control of what was watched on the television.

Cassie left them to it and went upstairs to her bedroom. There she found Voldemort sat on her bed reading a book. She cleared her throat and he jumped in surprise.

"I thought you despised all Muggle artefacts?" said Cassie.

Voldemort looked rather sheepish. "Indeed I do," he said. "But there's nothing wrong with a little research is there?" He flicked through Peter Pan as Cassie was unloading her school bag.

Suddenly, he let out a loud gasp and leapt from the bed. "My God!" he cried. "This boy has discovered the secret to eternal life!"

Cassie didn't know whether to be amused or worried. "You do know that that's just a story, right?"

Voldemort shushed her. "I must find out more about this J.M. Barrie and Peter Pan. I am certain that the secret to immortality lies within these pages!"

Cassie shook her head and left the room, leaving an excited Voldemort intently studying the pictures of the book. She joined Peter, Susan and Lucy sat on the sofa watching Teen Mom on MTV. Clearly Susan had the remote.

It was as the evening was fading into night, and the children and the Dark Lord had just devoured several pizzas, that they heard a noise outside the house that sounded conspicuously like the jangling of keys. The owner of said keys then proceeded to insert one into the front door. Cassie stood up, mumbling profanities under her breath. Her mother was home.

"Cassie!" she heard her mother call from the hallway. "Cassie, honey, I'm home!"

Cassie leapt of the sofa and ran into the hallway, her sock-covered feet sliding over the laminated surface.

"Mom!" she cried.

"You're home!" Her mom smothered her in a hug before holding her out before her. "Cassie, sweetheart, you look thin."

"Mom, it's been three days!" Her mother opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Cassie said quickly, "So why are you home? Are you sick? Did you quit your job? Has there been a zombie apocalypse? Speak to me, Mom!"

"Alright, calm down!" she hissed. "I came home because the trip finished early- Holy Mother!"

Cassie whipped around to see where her mom was staring with such wide eyes. Voldemort and Peter were stood in the doorway of the living room.

"Cassie...?" her mom began.

"I... I meant to tell you about the, um, exchange students that are staying," Cassie said slowly. "Erm... they're staying here because the school is too full."

Her mother continued to look at Voldemort with a horrified look on her face. "Exchange students?" she repeated.

"Yep."

"We're from Thailand!" came a high pitched voice behind Cassie.

Cassie turned around to tell Lucy to be quiet but was cut off by Susan calmly stating, "You're not allowed to ask us why we're white."

Cassie gave a nervous laugh. "Their English is a little rusty," she said, ushering Lucy and Susan out of the hallway. "Go play, would you?"

Her mother looked somewhere between frightened and confused. "Thailand," she said quietly, nodding her head slowly but never taking her eyes of the Dark Lord. "And who is he?"

"That's their... uh... He's their monk," Cassie said. "He can't talk to tell you this himself though. Vow of silence. You know how it is..."

"If I walk out right now and come back in again, will they be gone?"

Cassie raised her eyebrow. "Um... Are you okay, mom?"

"I think I'm going crazy, sweetheart, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about..." Her voice trailed off as she wandered back into the kitchen where she sat down on a breakfast stool.

"Maybe I should call Aunt Daphne?"

"Uh huh, you do that..."

x

The basement was pitch black in that annoyingly eerie sort of way that an author likes to use to create tension. A tap was dripping in the background as the six people sat around a long wooden table, each refusing to meet each other's gazes. Lord Voldemort leaned forward to rest his chin on his hands in a menacing sort of way, surveying the other five cautiously from the head of the table. He looked positively pissed.

"Where are they?"

Each form around the table jumped by at least a centimetre as Voldemort's voice broke the silence.

"My Lord-" began Peter.

"Silence!" Voldemort hissed. "I want to start my meeting! Where are they?"

There were footsteps up ahead and banging on the basement door before more footsteps began descending the stairs.

"Omigosh," gushed Susan, "I'm so sorry we're late! Lucy was at her boyfriend's house and I hate to wait ages for her to come out!"

"Sit down!" Voldemort cried.

Susan and Lucy rushed to take the two spare seats, each of them nodding politely to Harry, Ron and Hermione whom they had never met before. Lucy particularly was rather excited about meeting Harry Potter (although not quite as much as Cassie had been) having spent half of the previous night on the phone discussing the Harry Potter books with Pat.

Voldemort sighed impatiently. "Do I have your permission to began?" he asked dryly.

"Oh, yes," said Susan, gesturing him forward with her hand. "Do go on."

He rolled his eyes and lay his hands out on the table. "Okay, children, we're here today to discuss tactics. First of all, we need to think of a name for our organisation. Any suggestions?"

"Kill Bella?" offered Harry. "That would be an awesome name."

"I totally agree," said Cassie, nodding. Peter scowled at Harry.

"Operation Fairy Genocide?" he said loudly, giving Harry a pointed look. "I think it's a much better name."

Voldemort nodded. "Operation Fairy Genocide it is. Now then, can anybody tell me the first rule of Fairy Genocide Club?"

"Don't talk about Fairy Genocide Club!" cried Ron.

"We're already talking about Fairy Genocide Club, Ron, you cretin!" hissed Voldemort shortly. Ron looked sheepish. "The first rule is there is no rule!"

Everyone nodded and gasped in awe at this first rule. It made perfect sense.

"So," Voldemort continued, "now we must consider the correct methods to attack the problem of vanquishing this bunch of fairies. Thoughts?"

"How about we stake her through the heart?" said Harry.

"Too simple," said Voldemort. "We need content. Staking her through the heart would take... what? Two chapters?"

Lucy leaned forward and patted Harry's hand as he looked completely rejected.

"Thanks, doll," said Harry.

"That's okay," Lucy told him. "Why do you even bother with this anyway? Isn't it against your principles?"

Cassie was about to tell Lucy that they had already had that conversation several times, but Harry interrupted her by standing up dramatically, throwing his chair backwards in the process. He threw his hands heavily down on the table and whipped his hair back.

"No, Lucy," he began as the rest of the table save Lucy groaned having heard Harry's soliloquy enough times to quote it by heart, "it's not against my principles; it's against the principles of Joanne Rowling! And let me assure you, there is a difference. You know, I put up with that woman for eighteen years! I let her control my entire life, and then, just when I thought it was over, she adds an epilogue! Nineteen years later!

"I put up with it, I accepted her way of thinking. She killed me mum and dad and I didn't say a thing. I had to deal with it. I had to deal with them all – with Sirius and Tonks and Lupin and Fred! But there was one thing that I could not abide by. There was one thing that turned me against her forever: Dobby!

"I loved that House-elf. He was my friend, my saviour on so many occasions, and when she killed him, I swear she killed a tiny piece of me. And as I lay there, writhing around on the floor in mortal agony, tears streaming down my face, cursing Joanne Rowling to the very depths of Hell, I swore I would have my revenge! This, my friend, will be my revenge!"

Harry sat down to delighted clapping and cheers from Lucy, smoothing down his shirt and taking a deep breath in.

Voldemort sighed heavily. "Who am I kidding?" he said wearily. "I can't do this. Cassie? Take over." He shoved a pile of papers towards Cassie, who was sat next to him, and leant his face into his hands in a distressed manner.

"Um, okay," began Cassie. "Well, as Voldemort here has already explained, we're here today to discuss ways of vanquishing these evil fairies. Now, I have here some pictures of the fairies, which I shall now pass round. I want you to look at them and familiarise yourself with their faces. You need to know who these people are. We cannot have any civilian casualties."

She passed the first picture to Voldemort. "The first picture is of Bella Cullen herself, previously Bella Swan. She also goes by the names Queen Bella, The White Witch and K. Stew. I'm not entirely sure about the last one, so don't ask. Don't be fooled by Bella's good looks and charms. She is pure evil.

"The next picture is of Edward Cullen, husband of Bella, father of Renesmee. If you will look closely, Voldemort, you will see how his hair is distinctly strawberry-blonde."

The Dark Lord took the picture and sneered down at it. "Look at his stupid ginger hair. Disgusting. I hate gingers. I hate you, Ron Weasley! Why don't you just go die somewhere?"

Ron stood up and gasped dramatically. "Hey!" he shrieked. "Why don't you just go and die somewhere, huh? Make the world a better place? Oh, wait, you did die! You were killed by Harry Freakin' Potter!"

He sat down and let Harry put his arm around him. "It's okay, Ron," said Harry, "I'm here, bro."

"Thanks, Harry," said Ron, pushing some of Harry's fringe out of his eyes. "You know I love you, man."

Cassie cleared her throat and went back to her pile of pictures, which she then began distributing again.

After a few minutes silence as everyone observed the photographs before them, Lucy said, "This mission sort of reminds me of Intergalactic Space Battles 3: The Final Frontier."

"It does?" asked Peter.

"Yeah," said Lucy. "I mean, what I was thinking is, why don't we infiltrate the Cullen Castle and, like, pretend to be Bella's friend and then we can, like, find out where Edmund is and find out all their weak spots."

"Pssh," hissed Susan. "That is such a stupid idea. I say we just be friends, you know? Like back in England, where we'd just bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles, and we'd all eat and be happy."

"Susan?" said Voldemort.

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"I think," said Cassie, "that Lucy's idea is the best we've had so far and that is what we are going to go with, because I don't really have time to discuss this any further. It's six o'clock, I want food."

The rest of the table nodded in agreement. The plan was set in motion.

Thanks to Evanescence2189, Popcorn Life, justmeagain123, Elizabeth Zara, lowi, and puckleberryforeva.

I don't think I mentioned this before (some of you may have already just assumed this) but Cassie isn't from any book. She is an OC, entirely my creation.

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