Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
A.N. A rather long one shot for now. Not really adhering to the book timeline, just playing around.
Cookies For Voldemort
"Sir, package for you."
It was Malfoy, approaching the Dark Lord's armchair with a look of confusion of his face. In his hands was a package wrapped in pink paper with red hearts. From it came the unmistakable smell of homemade chocolate chip cookies.
"Did Narcissa send these with you today, Lucius?" Voldemort asked disdainfully.
"No, sir. They came by owl just now." Lucius replied, his look of confusion deepening.
"How the bloody hell did they come by owl, Lucius? People can't just hand an owl a package and say 'Deliver this to the Dark Lord.' You know this house has been spelled against this kind of thing." Bellatrix spat from her seat near the fireplace. She had been looking through newspapers and reading aloud the articles about Voldemort antics.
"I know that, Bella, but the cookies are here and the package is addressed to the Dark Lord. So I brought it to him."
Silence fell in the room, broken only by the crackling of flames and the tantalizing smell of the cookies.
"I bet they're poisoned." Bella said finally. "Someone should test them."
"Are you volunteering?" Lucius spat, still annoyed the cookies had come at all.
"No, Lucius, but—"
"Silence!" Voldemort ordered. His two most trusted Death Eaters fell silent, as ordered. "I want you both to find out how and why these got here! Now!"
The two scampered out, bickering in whispers, leaving Voldemort to study this odd package. The wrapping was, as previously noted, pink with red hearts. The ribbon was charmed to change colors every five seconds. A small tag attached to the ribbon read "Lord Voldy" in spirally gold script.
Voldemort pulled off the paper and opened the box, which was a simple white one. The cookies sat on wax paper inside, smelling of chocolaty goodness. He picked one up and ate it in one bite, wiping the crumbs and melted chocolate from his mouth with one pale hand. He conjured up some cold milk and enjoyed a few more in silence. He even caught himself beginning to hum a happy little tune as he dunked the cookies in milk and ate them.
Bella came back just as he finished.
"My Lord!" she began, but a stony look made her fall silent. She stared at the floor as she gave her report.
"The owl has been traced to southern Ireland. Should we—"
"No. Let us wait and see if this was a prank, or a serious threat. We have nothing but time, Bella."
"Yes, My Lord." She said tersely, saluting sharply before departing in a rage. Voldemort used Accio on the newspaper and began to read where Bella had left off.
"I wonder if this person knows they make excellent cookies." He mused as he turned the pages, the scent of his delicious afternoon treat lingering in the air.