Ok, thankee to all the luvverly reviewers out there. pIPPINpIRATE, you're
my new reviewer of the week! YEAH! Welcome to the fic Elenrod. Hmm, I
guess I didn't really notice how evil it is. I think I use my fic to point
out all the stuff I don't like about characters that people think are so
perfect. I'll try to tone it down a little, but seeing as I'm not smart
enough to come up with better ways of being funny, it might not happen.
Thankee for reviewing though, you're the first person to give me
constructive criticism. THANK YOU! Sirius Sweetie, I know it's getting
way too chick flicky. If you would like to help send any suggestions for
ways to move the plot away from chick flickiness in a review. Anyway, on
with the show.
"So, now that we've gotten all of the romance out of the way, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT ELIZABETH!?" it had been a week since Jack's little serenade, and Hermione's bacon incident, and things had been pretty much normal. It was the first snow of the year, and everyone who was anyone was outside. Fred, George, Merry, Pippin and Jack had created a snow fort and were bombarding anyone who passed with huge snowballs. The only people they didn't attack were Hermione (when Merry hit her Jack jumped on him and stuck a handful of snow down his jacket), the teachers, Lavender and Parvati.
Everyone else was sitting (or lying) around, enjoying the snow, making snow men and angels, and making out. Oh wait, that was just Will and Aragorn.
Anyway, Harry had waited patiently for everyone to remember that his girlfriend had been kidnapped, but they paid no attention. Al they wanted to do was sing love songs and make snow forts. So finally Harry had snapped.
"Why are we sitting around having snow ball fights when Elizabeth is in danger?" everyone stared for a moment.
"Are you sure you don't need the men in the white jackets again?" the Narrator asked kindly. "Because I'm sure we could get them to make a special visit, just for you!"
"Shut up," replied Harry.
"Tsk tsk, temper, temper," the Narrator chided, but did shut up.
So are we going to do anything? Elizabeth could be in pain right now!"
"I may have an idea," Jack supplied.
"Spill," demanded Hermione. They huddled together as Jack whispered his idea.
Actually, Elizabeth was not in any pain at all. Voldy had realized that during her short stay in the 21st century Elizabeth had picked up a lot of the latest fashion. Currently she was designing the new Death Eater costume.
"So are we going robe or muggle style?" she asked, holding up two sketches. "These are just preliminary ideas, but it should give you a sense of how it will look,"
"I think I'm leaning toward muggle," Voldy wrinkled his eyebrows, deep in thought.
"Uh, I don't want to intrude Lord, but if you're going to be killing as many muggles and muggle borns as you can find, are you sure you want to be wearing clothes designed in their fashions?" Wormtail backed away nervously as Voldy turned to look at him. Crouch snorted in disdain.
"I don't know Wormy, which one do you like? Oh wait, I forgot, it doesn't matter because you're not the evil dark lord here. I AM! I'M the one who makes the decisions, not you. I like the muggle one," Voldy snapped imperiously. Elizabeth nodded, and put the sketches away.
"Look at yourself," Crouch spat. "You're using a muggle born fashion designer! And choosing muggle designs! What happened to your hatred of those mudbloods? Where are your goals? Your ideals? Your passion?" Crouch stared at Voldy, then suddenly, his world went black.
"I hate people who don't do what I tell them to," Voldemort growled.
"Nice backhand," the Narrator congratulated.
"Shut up,"
Ok, that's all I have for now, and I'm really sorry it took so long, I don't know why. Any ideas for Jack's plan are welcome, seeing as I have no idea what it is. So pretty please review!
"So, now that we've gotten all of the romance out of the way, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT ELIZABETH!?" it had been a week since Jack's little serenade, and Hermione's bacon incident, and things had been pretty much normal. It was the first snow of the year, and everyone who was anyone was outside. Fred, George, Merry, Pippin and Jack had created a snow fort and were bombarding anyone who passed with huge snowballs. The only people they didn't attack were Hermione (when Merry hit her Jack jumped on him and stuck a handful of snow down his jacket), the teachers, Lavender and Parvati.
Everyone else was sitting (or lying) around, enjoying the snow, making snow men and angels, and making out. Oh wait, that was just Will and Aragorn.
Anyway, Harry had waited patiently for everyone to remember that his girlfriend had been kidnapped, but they paid no attention. Al they wanted to do was sing love songs and make snow forts. So finally Harry had snapped.
"Why are we sitting around having snow ball fights when Elizabeth is in danger?" everyone stared for a moment.
"Are you sure you don't need the men in the white jackets again?" the Narrator asked kindly. "Because I'm sure we could get them to make a special visit, just for you!"
"Shut up," replied Harry.
"Tsk tsk, temper, temper," the Narrator chided, but did shut up.
So are we going to do anything? Elizabeth could be in pain right now!"
"I may have an idea," Jack supplied.
"Spill," demanded Hermione. They huddled together as Jack whispered his idea.
Actually, Elizabeth was not in any pain at all. Voldy had realized that during her short stay in the 21st century Elizabeth had picked up a lot of the latest fashion. Currently she was designing the new Death Eater costume.
"So are we going robe or muggle style?" she asked, holding up two sketches. "These are just preliminary ideas, but it should give you a sense of how it will look,"
"I think I'm leaning toward muggle," Voldy wrinkled his eyebrows, deep in thought.
"Uh, I don't want to intrude Lord, but if you're going to be killing as many muggles and muggle borns as you can find, are you sure you want to be wearing clothes designed in their fashions?" Wormtail backed away nervously as Voldy turned to look at him. Crouch snorted in disdain.
"I don't know Wormy, which one do you like? Oh wait, I forgot, it doesn't matter because you're not the evil dark lord here. I AM! I'M the one who makes the decisions, not you. I like the muggle one," Voldy snapped imperiously. Elizabeth nodded, and put the sketches away.
"Look at yourself," Crouch spat. "You're using a muggle born fashion designer! And choosing muggle designs! What happened to your hatred of those mudbloods? Where are your goals? Your ideals? Your passion?" Crouch stared at Voldy, then suddenly, his world went black.
"I hate people who don't do what I tell them to," Voldemort growled.
"Nice backhand," the Narrator congratulated.
"Shut up,"
Ok, that's all I have for now, and I'm really sorry it took so long, I don't know why. Any ideas for Jack's plan are welcome, seeing as I have no idea what it is. So pretty please review!
