Harry Potter and the Bakesale!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. not even this computer. I don't own Harry Potter, Voldemort, or Enron for that matter (Thank god)



It was a lovely day at the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the sky was clear and blue, and the giant Hagrid could be seen by his cabin attempting to tame another deadly beast, most likely for the Care of magical creatures class.

"Nice Day." Harry mentioned halfheartedly that afternoon.

"Yeah." Agreed Ron.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking outside along the grounds of Hogwarts and basking in the beautiful cloudless sky. It was the sort of day in which nothing could go wrong.

They were right.

Well, nothing was wrong on the Hogwarts front, but for the Deatheaters it was a different story.

"We're broke."

Yes the all-powerful dark lord and bane of the magical world was broke.

"Yes master." whimpered Wormtail

"Broke." Voldemort repeated as if he had heard it for the first time.

Well, it was the first time.

"Well. then order Lucius to give me some money!" Voldemort demanded, he was upset, but that was understandable.

Wormtail prepared for the worst "He is broke as well master." Wormtail cringed in fear awaiting his punishment "He invested in an American company called Enron."

Voldemort looked thoughtful "Enron, I saw that on the Muggle news. False reports or something to that effect."

"Yes master, it was quite the scandal." Wormtail agreed hoping to avoid his punishment.

"Say, Wormtail, do you know what I spent my money on?"

Wormtail seemed confused "No master."

As Wormtail pondered on what his all-powerful master could have purchased a rope dropped down next to Voldemort.

"It was quite expensive but well worth the purchase." He pulled lightly at the rope and Wormtail fell into a pit full of water.

Not just any pit of water for that matter, but a pit of water filled with octopuses wearing boxing gloves.

"Heh, that was much more enjoyable to watch than the Crucias! I'll have to thank Ilpalazzo later."

Voldemort muttered a spell lightly under his breath and a very wet and bruised Wormtail appeared before him.

"Now what we're you telling me?" Voldemort asked with a malicious grin plastered to his snake-like face.

"We're broke my Lord!"

"That is a problem." Voldemort agreed "But easily solved."

Wormtail seemed even more confused "My lord?"

Voldemort stood up from his chair triumphantly.

"We will hold a Bakesale!"