"Ok, ready?" called Voldemort, his voice almost giddy in delight as he looked around at his faithful Death Eaters.
"Yes, My Lord." They chanted back, forming a circle and gearing up their singing voices.
"What did you call me?" he hissed at them, looking at each in turn
"Very sorry, My Lord!" called out Lucius Malfoy, who was in the far back of the circle.
The Death Eaters chanted, "Yes, Sheila!"
"Hazzah!" Sheila said, smiling at his grim followers, "I knew I could count on my family to call me by my destined name! Now, my friends, let's sing the Death Eater Song!"
The Death Eaters looked at each other, and then began slowly, "Nobody bakes a cake as tasty as a tasty cake…"
"Oh yeah! Louder!" Sheila called.
"Nobody bakes a cake as tasty as a tasty cake."
"I don't hear you! Crucio!" a random follower fell to the floor.
They began again. "Nobody bakes a cake…"
And, again, from hundreds of miles away, again, Harry Potter was awoken by another plot point.