DISCLAIMER- Sadly, I don't own the characters or the plot. I don't really own the recipe for Macaroni and Cheese either. This is a good recipe, by the way. I just HATE watery macaroni and cheese recipes, or boxes that come with gross, fakey tasting cheese.
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Chapter four
The Potters copied the Macaroni and Cheese recipe from Madam Hooch's book onto a piece of spare parchment. Then the nice lady was kind enough to give them broomsticks and fly with them to diagon alley.
They managed to locate a shop selling noodles and selected the cheapest ones, which were shaped like wizard hats. They found shops selling butter that never froze, cheese that could shred itself into little bits if you said "Gratora" to it, and some creamy milk that never went bad. After buying these items, they realized they still had one sickle left.
"Get some jello for dessert." Madam Hooch suggested. So they spent it buying jello that turned from red to purple, depending on the temperature.
"Thank you for taking us shopping," Harry said to Madam Hooch, after they had arrived back at Voldemort's house.
"It's no problem at all, dears." the lady replied. "Come over whenever you want."
After taking a last breath of fresh air, the orphans stepped back into Voldemort's filthy house. Ron tried to hold his breath as long as possible.
"We'd better start." Hermione nodded toward the clock. "It's almost five, and Voldemort usually gets home around six."
The Potters entered the kitchen, and managed to locate a dented pot that was buried under a filthy robe in one of Voldemort's cupboards. Hermione read the directions out loud, Harry boiled the water and began mixing ingredients into the pot, and Ron set the dining room table, since he was the only orphan who could remember the proper arrangement of all the cutlery.
They had finished making the Macaroni by 5:45, and Harry mixed the jello. By 6 o'clock, Hermione had charmed the jello so that it didn't need to freeze overnight. Her brothers were just finished cleaning the kitchen when Voldemort came stomping into the house.
"What's that I smell?" he roared, sniffing like a dog and marching toward the kitchen. "It smells like rabbit food! Why don't I smell steak?"
The orphans looked at each other and frowned. Lord Voldemort's message hadn't said anything about steak. Just then, Voldemort entered the room, along with the rest of his troupe. The Potters looked with fear at the horribly ugly and sinister people Voldemort took pleasure in sharing his time with. The man on his right had long blond hair and cold, hard eyes. He glared at them hungrily, as if they had something he desperately wanted. The man at Voldemort's left was short and balding. He looked a bit nervous himself, with his watery eyes and rodent-shaped face. Behind the Rodent-Man were two men who were large and fat, with rippling muscles. They grunted at the orphans. There were even more men and women that the Potters couldn't see very well, because they were hiding in the shadows of the kitchen.
"Where's the steak?" Voldemort grunted. He looked around the kitchen, as if maybe the children were hiding the steak on top of the cupboards.
"There is no steak." Hermione said, acting more brave then she felt.
"No steak!?" Voldemort didn't take bad news well. His eyes flashed in Hermione's direction, and the skull on his ankle seemed to glare as well.
"You didn't say anything about steak!" Harry said angrily. He had the worst temper problem in the Potter family. "You just said make dinner!"
"Dinner means steak, you idiot orphans!" Voldemort yelled. "What kind of parents did you have?"
"Oh, these are Lily and James' kids?" The Cold-Eyed man sneered softly. "That explains a lot." All the troupe laughed at that remark, as if it was a big joke, not a completely unnecessary insult.
"Well, as long as we brought tons of fire whiskey," Voldemort said, "It doesn't matter what the food tastes like."
"Yeah!" The troupe cried, and followed Voldemort into the dining room, leaving the Potters behind. They huddled together, afraid of all these horrible, terrible, and awful people that had just entered into their lives.
Then the troupe began to yell for the food to be served. Hermione quickly grabbed the pot of Macaroni and cheese, and carried it into the kitchen. Her arm began to ache as she walked to each plate and scooped some noodles and cheese onto it. The whole troupe was very drunk, and Hermione watched with disgust as they downed bottled after bottle of fire whiskey. The middle Potter vowed never to drink whiskey of any sort after having
to watch that display.
When Hermione had finished serving, Harry went around dishing out the jello. Voldemort glared at it. "Why is it *wiggling*? This is orphan food!" The troupe laughed along with him. Harry turned as red as the jello, and hurried out of the room.
The orphans ate the leftovers in silence, trying to ignore the clinking of whiskey bottles and the rather colorful adjectives coming from the other room. They winced at each rude word and covered their ears when Lord Voldemort began singing "Yo ho yo ho, an actor's life for me!"
Finally, the member's of Voldemort's acting troupe began to wobble toward the door. Voldemort yelled to the orphans "We're going to our show now! You need to clean up, then go to your rooms."
"Rooms?!" Harry exclaimed, a little too loudly. "Oh, I didn't know you'd given us our *own* rooms! How *silly* of me! I thought you'd only given us one lousy room, with a falling-apart bed!"
Voldemort stumbled into the kitchen. "What did you say?" he growled at Harry. The eldest Potter kept silent, knowing he shouldn't push Voldemort too far. "You can always *buy* another bed, or another house for that matter!"
"You know we can't use that money until I'm old enough." Harry grumbled.
Voldemort stared at him for a second. Then he snarled and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Harry. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he yelled. Harry felt himself leave the ground. Looking down, he saw he was about five feet off the floor.
"Put him down!" Hermione screamed.
"Sure." Voldemort snarled. He waved his wand and Harry flew across the room, banging his head into a cupboard. Ron ran over to his brother and tried unsuccessfully to wake him up.
"He's unconscious." Ron told Hermione, who looked ready to burst into tears.
One of the large men laughed. "Serves the orphan right."
"If I know you, my Lord, " The Cold-Eyed man murmured. "You've got a plan to get that fortune."
Voldemort just smiled, and his eyes shone like he'd just told a joke. He turned and walked out the door. The rest of his troupe followed behind him, excluding the Cold-eyed man. He walked over to Hermione and roughly grabbed her chin.
"You're a pretty one." he muttered softly. "I wouldn't be getting in his Lordship's way, if I wanted to keep that pretty brown hair." then he turned and left.
Harry woke up when the door slammed behind the Cold-eyed man. "What are we going to do?' he moaned. "We just can't stay here!"
"We'll think of something." Hermione tried to comfort him, although she felt just as miserable. The Potters all huddled together on the kitchen floor, sobbing softly. They realized that the floor was more comfortable then their itchy bedroom carpet and lumpy mattress, so they lay down and slept side by side in the kitchen.
REVIEWERS-
Visualpurple- I forgot to mention, I sent you an e-mail explaining how to post your story on fanfiction. If you need help, just call me. I'll try to do my best at explaining. Alania says she'll check over your story. (That's my sister's pen name on fanfiction) I'm sure it's a lot better then you think it is. I thought my first story was pretty weird. Actually, I think all my stories are weird, in an insanely random sort of way.
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity- I like your pen name. Queen of Insanity, not bad. Why the ERMonkey bit? I love the Series of Unfortunate Events too. I can't wait till the next book comes out!
Candidus-Lupus-Full Moon- You haven't read the Reptile Room? You need to! That's one of the best ones! I read them in a weird order too. I read the first, then the fifth, then the sixth, then the second, third, fourth, and I was normal after that.
Samara Morgan-ring- Ugh! The Ring. You're pen name is from the movie 'The Ring' right? That movie was SCAREY!!! and FREAKY!! I had nightmares for a week! I had to keep telling myself "Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts." I'm so paranoid now. I hate static tvs. I found a unlabeled video tape in my house that I am NEVER going to watch. After I'd seen the movie, I was talking on the phone to one of my friend's who'd seen it and I said "Seven days." She practically killed me!
READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!!!
READ AND REVIEW!!
Chapter four
The Potters copied the Macaroni and Cheese recipe from Madam Hooch's book onto a piece of spare parchment. Then the nice lady was kind enough to give them broomsticks and fly with them to diagon alley.
They managed to locate a shop selling noodles and selected the cheapest ones, which were shaped like wizard hats. They found shops selling butter that never froze, cheese that could shred itself into little bits if you said "Gratora" to it, and some creamy milk that never went bad. After buying these items, they realized they still had one sickle left.
"Get some jello for dessert." Madam Hooch suggested. So they spent it buying jello that turned from red to purple, depending on the temperature.
"Thank you for taking us shopping," Harry said to Madam Hooch, after they had arrived back at Voldemort's house.
"It's no problem at all, dears." the lady replied. "Come over whenever you want."
After taking a last breath of fresh air, the orphans stepped back into Voldemort's filthy house. Ron tried to hold his breath as long as possible.
"We'd better start." Hermione nodded toward the clock. "It's almost five, and Voldemort usually gets home around six."
The Potters entered the kitchen, and managed to locate a dented pot that was buried under a filthy robe in one of Voldemort's cupboards. Hermione read the directions out loud, Harry boiled the water and began mixing ingredients into the pot, and Ron set the dining room table, since he was the only orphan who could remember the proper arrangement of all the cutlery.
They had finished making the Macaroni by 5:45, and Harry mixed the jello. By 6 o'clock, Hermione had charmed the jello so that it didn't need to freeze overnight. Her brothers were just finished cleaning the kitchen when Voldemort came stomping into the house.
"What's that I smell?" he roared, sniffing like a dog and marching toward the kitchen. "It smells like rabbit food! Why don't I smell steak?"
The orphans looked at each other and frowned. Lord Voldemort's message hadn't said anything about steak. Just then, Voldemort entered the room, along with the rest of his troupe. The Potters looked with fear at the horribly ugly and sinister people Voldemort took pleasure in sharing his time with. The man on his right had long blond hair and cold, hard eyes. He glared at them hungrily, as if they had something he desperately wanted. The man at Voldemort's left was short and balding. He looked a bit nervous himself, with his watery eyes and rodent-shaped face. Behind the Rodent-Man were two men who were large and fat, with rippling muscles. They grunted at the orphans. There were even more men and women that the Potters couldn't see very well, because they were hiding in the shadows of the kitchen.
"Where's the steak?" Voldemort grunted. He looked around the kitchen, as if maybe the children were hiding the steak on top of the cupboards.
"There is no steak." Hermione said, acting more brave then she felt.
"No steak!?" Voldemort didn't take bad news well. His eyes flashed in Hermione's direction, and the skull on his ankle seemed to glare as well.
"You didn't say anything about steak!" Harry said angrily. He had the worst temper problem in the Potter family. "You just said make dinner!"
"Dinner means steak, you idiot orphans!" Voldemort yelled. "What kind of parents did you have?"
"Oh, these are Lily and James' kids?" The Cold-Eyed man sneered softly. "That explains a lot." All the troupe laughed at that remark, as if it was a big joke, not a completely unnecessary insult.
"Well, as long as we brought tons of fire whiskey," Voldemort said, "It doesn't matter what the food tastes like."
"Yeah!" The troupe cried, and followed Voldemort into the dining room, leaving the Potters behind. They huddled together, afraid of all these horrible, terrible, and awful people that had just entered into their lives.
Then the troupe began to yell for the food to be served. Hermione quickly grabbed the pot of Macaroni and cheese, and carried it into the kitchen. Her arm began to ache as she walked to each plate and scooped some noodles and cheese onto it. The whole troupe was very drunk, and Hermione watched with disgust as they downed bottled after bottle of fire whiskey. The middle Potter vowed never to drink whiskey of any sort after having
to watch that display.
When Hermione had finished serving, Harry went around dishing out the jello. Voldemort glared at it. "Why is it *wiggling*? This is orphan food!" The troupe laughed along with him. Harry turned as red as the jello, and hurried out of the room.
The orphans ate the leftovers in silence, trying to ignore the clinking of whiskey bottles and the rather colorful adjectives coming from the other room. They winced at each rude word and covered their ears when Lord Voldemort began singing "Yo ho yo ho, an actor's life for me!"
Finally, the member's of Voldemort's acting troupe began to wobble toward the door. Voldemort yelled to the orphans "We're going to our show now! You need to clean up, then go to your rooms."
"Rooms?!" Harry exclaimed, a little too loudly. "Oh, I didn't know you'd given us our *own* rooms! How *silly* of me! I thought you'd only given us one lousy room, with a falling-apart bed!"
Voldemort stumbled into the kitchen. "What did you say?" he growled at Harry. The eldest Potter kept silent, knowing he shouldn't push Voldemort too far. "You can always *buy* another bed, or another house for that matter!"
"You know we can't use that money until I'm old enough." Harry grumbled.
Voldemort stared at him for a second. Then he snarled and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Harry. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he yelled. Harry felt himself leave the ground. Looking down, he saw he was about five feet off the floor.
"Put him down!" Hermione screamed.
"Sure." Voldemort snarled. He waved his wand and Harry flew across the room, banging his head into a cupboard. Ron ran over to his brother and tried unsuccessfully to wake him up.
"He's unconscious." Ron told Hermione, who looked ready to burst into tears.
One of the large men laughed. "Serves the orphan right."
"If I know you, my Lord, " The Cold-Eyed man murmured. "You've got a plan to get that fortune."
Voldemort just smiled, and his eyes shone like he'd just told a joke. He turned and walked out the door. The rest of his troupe followed behind him, excluding the Cold-eyed man. He walked over to Hermione and roughly grabbed her chin.
"You're a pretty one." he muttered softly. "I wouldn't be getting in his Lordship's way, if I wanted to keep that pretty brown hair." then he turned and left.
Harry woke up when the door slammed behind the Cold-eyed man. "What are we going to do?' he moaned. "We just can't stay here!"
"We'll think of something." Hermione tried to comfort him, although she felt just as miserable. The Potters all huddled together on the kitchen floor, sobbing softly. They realized that the floor was more comfortable then their itchy bedroom carpet and lumpy mattress, so they lay down and slept side by side in the kitchen.
REVIEWERS-
Visualpurple- I forgot to mention, I sent you an e-mail explaining how to post your story on fanfiction. If you need help, just call me. I'll try to do my best at explaining. Alania says she'll check over your story. (That's my sister's pen name on fanfiction) I'm sure it's a lot better then you think it is. I thought my first story was pretty weird. Actually, I think all my stories are weird, in an insanely random sort of way.
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity- I like your pen name. Queen of Insanity, not bad. Why the ERMonkey bit? I love the Series of Unfortunate Events too. I can't wait till the next book comes out!
Candidus-Lupus-Full Moon- You haven't read the Reptile Room? You need to! That's one of the best ones! I read them in a weird order too. I read the first, then the fifth, then the sixth, then the second, third, fourth, and I was normal after that.
Samara Morgan-ring- Ugh! The Ring. You're pen name is from the movie 'The Ring' right? That movie was SCAREY!!! and FREAKY!! I had nightmares for a week! I had to keep telling myself "Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts." I'm so paranoid now. I hate static tvs. I found a unlabeled video tape in my house that I am NEVER going to watch. After I'd seen the movie, I was talking on the phone to one of my friend's who'd seen it and I said "Seven days." She practically killed me!
READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!!!