Hey, well here's the next chapter but here is a warning, this chapter is NOT funny. So please don't complain because all I'll say is : "Don't say I didn't warn you." Now on with the chapter

Chapter 10

"Well?" Uncle Lucius asked earnestly as all the male population of the death eaters waited for my response. "What are you planning to do to convince us to vote for this Internet to stay?"

I smiled. "Weellll, since you're all guys this should be easy."

I swiveled the chair around and typed in a site. After various clicking and typing and occasionally slapping my laptop I finally found what I was looking for.

"Behold..." I announced turning the screen in their direction. "A site to contain mutual hormonal feelings you may be having." I laughed silently as they gathered around wide eyed.

I sat back listening to the music from the slide show presentation on the laptop. Once it was over I turned screen back to me, causing a few to groan.

I looked over at Uncle Lucius. "Convinced now?"

He stuttered, sweat dripping from his forehead. He cleared his throat. "Er… even though I am married, that was satisfying, and… strangely enjoyable to watch…" The rest agreed a few whistled in agreement.

I smirked. "Satisfying? Why there is a site where..." I leaned in to whisper. "They wear nothing but gloves…"

They all began talking amongst themselves excitedly. Uncle Lucius' face lit up. "ONLY gloves?"

I nodded. "But you don't get to see it until you agree to vote for my laptop to stay at dinner tonight."

Uncle Lucius nearly jumped at me, "Of course, we will. Why wouldn't we? After seeing that…well you see what I mean. Well we'll be off now." Murmuring in agreement every one filed out of the room.

I jumped on bed and lay flat on back. "Life is sweet sometimes." I said aloud, "especially when you make Voldemort's life a living hell..."

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I was listening to some music on my laptop when Belatrix burst into our room, flustered and red in the face.

"Belatrix! Why do you look like a strawberry."

She waved her hand out carelessly. "Never mind that, I do that when I'm angry. But more importantly… You wont guess what I found Lucius doing!"

"Ok I wont guess. How about you just tell me." I said in a bored voice.

She thrust a magazine at me, "This! He was looking at this." I flipped through a couple of pages and screwed up my face in a disgusted expression.

"He was looking at-," I began. Belatrix nodded her head vigorously.

"Yeah, at PORN!" she shrieked. "I don't know why, it's disgusting, and I found Wormtail and even Crabbe and Goyle looking at the same magazine. Since when have they become so obsessed with-," she shuddered.

I shrugged and looking away quickly. "Um...er... I have no clue."

Belatrix spun me around. "Do you know about this?"

I shook my head. "No… but I know what kind of caused their sudden urge. You see uh… I showed them this-," I clicked on the site and the slide show presentation began.

After the first two slides she began screaming, "Ahh, ok off. Turn it OFF!" I exited it and turned back to her.

"Yeah, so you see, I promised them a site where the wear nothing but...gloves...if they vote for me." Belatrix crossed her arms.

"Oh so that's how you convinced them so easily." She leaned in, "Is there really a site thing like that?"

I shrugged. "Heck, I dunno. I just made it up, but they seem to like the prospect of nothing but gloves." Belatrix made a face as if she was going to puke.

"Did all the death eaters see this… thing?" she asked.

I shook my head, "Only the guys…why?"

She shrugged and plopped down on her bed. "Uh, well my ex-husband is a death eater, and it's hard to picture him watching this stuff. Oh, doesn't even, glad to be divorced…even if we had to do it in Askaban."

I stood up shocked. "Married…and you? I thought you liked Tommy boy over here."

She raised in eyebrow, "You mean the Dark Lord. I was kidding about that. I just feared that he may change his mind about me being the most loyal death eater after seeing you." She chuckled silently, "but I keep forgetting, he can't love."

I laughed, "Yeah, it's always hard to forget the only weakness of the greatest wizard on earth, even when he looks like that. Besides he's old enough to be my father." I shuddered at the thought.

I sighed and realized something, "Wait Bela, you're not the most loyal and great death eater."

She sat up so fast I heard a bone crack. "Whatyameani'mnotthegreatestdeatheater?" she in one breath.

I gave her a calm-down-jeez look, "Uh, well, let's see. You didn't kill Dumbledore. Severus Snape killed Dumbledore. So Snape is the greatest…and you know the rest."

"Snape." She hissed. "I forgot, his great noble deed. How he was forced to finish the job for dear old Draco." She grabbed her wand and blasted a whole through the door.

BAM!

She turned swiftly around to glance over her shoulder. "I'll be back after I do some more damage." She hissed and stomped out of the room.

"She really has anger management problems." I said aloud. As I walked over to fix the door I heard another crash.

BAM!

I peered out of the hole in the door to view the hallway. Apparently Belatrix had done it again.

"Hey! What's wrong with you. I could've been changing!" I heard angry cry. Shrugging I waved my wand and fixed the door putting a charm on it so I couldn't hear Belatrix dealing with her massive hissy fit.

"Seriously she needs a-. Oh, I'll deal with her anger problems later. All I need to think about is a successful dinner. Once I have this laptop stay I can bring in the television."

"Now in the meantime what should I do, to cause mass havoc…," I paused to gaze around the sulky/cheaply decorated room and smiled mischievously, "I really got to stop talking to myself."