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Malfoy Manor

Lord Bob Ramon Olbeck looks around at all of the people gathered around him. The Death Eaters have all met back up to see Lord Bro's (limited) progress on recovering his memory.

So Lord Bro looks at the people in dark cloaks, with marks tattooed on their arms that can also float in the sky, strange words that sound like they come from different languages, odd names and weird enemies, then lays a hand on the snake wrapped around his neck.

"I'm pretty sure I just joined a cult," Lord Bob Ramon announces loudly.

The Death Eaters groan and look at each other.

"What's even the point?" someone groans. "He's never going to get his memory back."

"It might not be our problem for much longer," Lucius says, storming back into the room- the man had been keeping guard outside, just in case the meeting was interrupted. "Because I've just been alerted by Yaxley. The Ministry is on its way."

Most of the Death Eaters begin to Disapparate immediately, fleeing as fast as they can. Only a few remain, watching Lord Bro.

"What do we do with him?" Narcissa hisses.

"Take him with us," Bellatrix says, as if this answer should be obvious.

"We can't leave here," Lucius snarls. "This is my home and I will not have them blaming us."

"Well, what do we do then?" Narcissa asks her husband, quieting Bellatrix's protests.

"I can hear you, you know," Lord Bob Ramon says loudly.

"Let the Ministry search the house," Lucius says.

"They'll find him!" Bellatrix screeches.

"No, they won't," Narcissa says decidedly. "Because he won't be here."

"Excuse me?" Bellatrix yells as her sister.

"Excuse me?" Lord Bro echoes.

"I will not have the safety of my family and home be threatened for the sake of an incompetent leader that can't even remember he's a leader," Narcissa says, as if daring anyone left in the room to contradict her. "Meaning you're going to have to leave, too, Bellatrix, because you aren't supposed to be here. Unless you want to be arrested. Though I'm sure you have somewhere to stay."

"Yes, Rodolphus' parents," Bellatrix says, sneering at her sister. "I'll take him with me."

"No!" Lord Bro says. "I'm staying here with my snake!"

"No, you're not, my Lord," Lucius says. "I'm sorry, but you heard my wife."

Lord Bro raises an eyebrow and stands up. "Do I need to remind you who your master is, Lukey? Lest you face the wrath of Lord Bro." For a moment Lord Bro seemed once again like the fearsome Lord Voldemort, then he adds the nickname and the moment is broken.

"Yes," Lucius says. "Because it's no longer you."

Narcissa draws her wand, holding it limp toward the ground, signaling that she'll use it if necessary.

"Fine," Lord Bro snarls. "I don't need you people anyways. I'll start my own cult."

"My Lord-" Bellatrix starts.

"No," Lord Bro says. "Be quiet, Trixie. You may find me later, once my cult has started, and you can be my second in command. You people- you Malfees- you will not be invited to join Lord Bro and the Ramonettes!"

Lucius and Narcissa glance at each other as Lord Bob storms out of the room in a fit of rage. Bellatrix almost starts after him, but her sister calls her back.

"Wait," Narcissa says. "The Ministry is coming."

Bellatrix sneers and continues off. They make it as far as the garden before Albus Dumbledore begins to approach- the Ministry is here.

Bellatrix Disapparates immediately. Lord Bro glances around.

"Hello!" he says brightly. "You must be Alby Dumble-face! I've heard a lot about you! Wow, this is a nice garden- I've only ever seen the inside of the house."

Lord Bob spots Harry behind Dumbledore's back, looking like he's trying not to laugh.

"You must be the hairy potter!" Lord Bro cries gleefully. "I've heard so much about all of you- Chocolate Man, the Minister of Magical Things! Wow! So many famous people!"
Cornelius Fudge takes a few steps back. "Search the house," he orders the Aurors behind him, trying to avoid Lord Bro's gaze.

"We'll need to send him to St. Mungo's to be evaluated, I think, Cornelius," Dumbledore says. "Please set Healer Smethwyck on the job, they've had lots of practice with dear Mister Gilderoy…"

"I-I-I-" Fudge stammers, staring at Lord Bro in terror.

"Tom," Dumbledore says calmly. "We're going to take you to the hospital now to evaluate you. If there is any way to get your memory back-"

"We won't be doing it!" Fudge says loudly. "We'll send him away, or lock him up! Or send him to the muggle world!"
"Hmm," Dumbledore says. "No, he knows about magic, don't you, Tom?"

"Me?" Lord Bro says, realizing that he is this 'Tom' they're speaking of. "Hm, yes, I suppose I do."

"Then we'll send him to Hogwarts, for God's sake!" Fudge cries. "Anywhere where he won't cause trouble and I don't have to see him!"
"Sir," Harry says to Dumbledore. "Are you sure it's the best idea…?"

"Yes, Harry," Dumbledore says. "He can spend some time at St. Mungo's first."

Harry looks at Lord Bro in distaste.

"Hello!" Lord Bob says brightly to all of the people gathered around him. "I'm Lord Bob Ramon Olbeck, but you can call me Lord Bro!"
Harry Potter laughs out loud.

And there's the end of Act One! The beginning of Act Two will be posted in two weeks instead of one, so I have some time to gather my thoughts. Thank you all for your continued support!