You all rock! Anyway. The Death Eaters have been the main characters for the entirety of this fic, unless you count Dumbledore's cameo in chapter 12. So I thought and thought. Who would be the best people to include in the next chapter? Who does everyone love making fun of? Then it came to me. So here you are. You either love them, or hate them, or love to hate them, the Dursleys!

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The Death Eaters in Privet Drive.

"Is everyone ready?" Voldemort asked. The Death Eaters nodded.

"Good."

Voldemort was a little worried about going to 'Patsy's Preserves' again. He was pretty sure that Barty hadn't replaced the Floo Powder with Other Dimension Powder again, but you could never be too sure. These thoughts left his head as he realised that Barty was with them, and trapping himself in another dimension was not the best of ideas.

"Patsy's Preserves!" Voldemort said confidently, and he disappeared.

"Ow!" Voldemort said, on landing. It was very dark in Patsy's Preserves, and very cramped.

Rabastan appeared beside him.

"Oof! Sorry my lord!"

"Rabastan, is that you?" Rodolphus's voice said. "Ow! Bellatrix! You trod on my foot!"

"Sorry, where's Lucius?"

"Here! Where's Snape?"

"Here! Ow! Barty!"

"Sorry, thought you were Wormtail."

"Oh this is ridiculous!" Voldemort said. "There's a wall here! Stand back everyone!"

"Oh, ha ha." Snape said sarcastically.

Voldemort blasted the wall over in a flash of red light, and the Death Eaters tumbled out of the fireplace, followed by a high pitched scream from inside the room.

"WHAT THE RUDDY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Came a booming, angry voice. Voldemort looked up to see a large purple faced man with a walrus like moustache. he looked furious, his eyes were popping out of their sockets and a vein was throbbing in his temple.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Aunt Petunia was shrieking in the background and Dudley was attempting to hide under the coffee table.

"I," Voldemort said, drawing himself up. "Am Lord Voldemort. And these are my minions, the Death Eaters."

Uncle Vernon eyed the Death Eaters suspiciously.

"We seem to have taken a wrong turn," Voldemort continued. "Can you tell me where to find Patsy's Preserves?"

"No I ruddy well can't," Uncle Vernon replied. "I don't know what filth that boy's got exploding through our fireplace this time, but it's going to stop!"

"Fine!" Voldemort said. "We're off! WORMTAIL! Where's he gone now?" Wormtail meanwhile had found his way into the kitchen, and was rummaging through the fridge looking for something to eat. Unfortunately for him, Aunt Petunia walked through the door at that minute and screamed as she saw him in her spotless kitchen. Wormtail jumped and spun around as Aunt Petunia grabbed a frying pan and, still screaming, began to beat him with it. Wormtail hurried into the other room.

"You better wait here," Uncle Vernon said. "I'm phoning the police."

The Death Eaters looked casually around the room. They had no idea what 'the police' were. Barty knelt down and looked at Dudley who was still cowering under the coffee table.

"Sweet?" He offered. Dudley's face turned pale as he looked at the purple sweet. He screamed and ran out of the room. Barty, a little confused, stood up.

Uncle Vernon returned into the room looking outraged. The police obviously had not believed his story about a group of wizards dressed in black exploding through his blocked up fireplace.

"PETUNIA!" He yelled, and smirked at the Death Eaters.

Aunt Petunia shot into the room and began whacking the Death Eaters with her frying pan.

"Minions!" Voldemort yelled. "Apparate back home! NOW!"

And with a series of simultaneous 'pops', they vanished into thin air, leaving a house full of very distressed Dursleys, who were sincerly hoping that the neighbours ahadn't seen any of this.

The Death Eaters were in shock. They collapsed in a heap in the living room back at home. When they had finally caught their breath, Dolohov spoke.

"There's one thing I don't understand," he said. "Why didn't the Floo Powder work?"

Meanwhile, several miles away, four teenage boys were in fits of hysterics.

"Blimey Harry," Ron Weasley said. "Those muggle web-cams are pure genius!"

"Fred and George were the ones who diverted the Floo Network!" Harry Potter sniggered. They were gathered around a computer that Mr Weasley had taken home for examining, and Harry had thought of some last minute fun to have with his relatives.

"Did you see Dudley's face?" Fred asked through laughter.

"And Aunt Petunia with the frying pan?" George added.

Harry sighed happily. What a way to spend an afternoon.

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I hope that had you lot sniggering. The idea of Aunt Petunia and the frying pan was invented in an email with one of my 'friends'. I thought it was genius so couldn't let it go to waste now could I?

Rock on freaks. More randomness coming soon, in the form of the Death Eaters on a camping trip.

Reddy.