Voldemort's Party of the Year

Part 4: The Hustle, a Dance-off and Much More

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the rights to "Do the Hustle". I have given Goyle's father and Crabbe's father first names since J.K. Rowling hasn't told us them. "I Thought You Were a Phoenix" by the Weird Sisters is actually a song I have on this website.

All around Voldemort, wizards and witches were amusing themselves: drinking, dancing, chatting, eating, even playing 'Pin the Curse on Dumbledore' at one side of the room. Macnair played great songs, and after "I Thought You Were a Phoenix" by the Weird Sisters he spoke into the microphone. "All right, folks, this is a request from our master, to add a little more groove into your step. It's one of the Dark Lord's favourite songs: "Do the Hustle"!"

"Yes!" whispered Voldemort to himself as the song started. He got his minions Antonin Dolohov and Augustus Rookwood to meet him on the dance floor to do the steps.

"Dun-DUN - dun-DUN-dun - dun-dun - Do the hustle, do the hustle, do the hustle, do the hustle..."

Following a few break dance moves, Voldemort and his two Death Eaters moved their hips in different directions for each 'dun' until they hopped around waving their hands as if twirling a lasso for each "do the hustle". A shout of cheers and the vibrating murmur of applause rose up from the crowd.

The next song was played, another famous dance anthem, and all the wizards and witches in the centre boogied down while Voldemort watched them. He remarked that Bellatrix Lestrange was a good dancer, doing an excellent "robot" and "worm". Once the song finished, Voldemort approached her on the floor.

"Nice moves, Bella," spoke the Dark Lord. "You have quite the skills, but if I may, would you like to accept the challenge of a little contest on the dance floor?

"Are you saying you're challenging me to a dance-off?" enquired Bellatrix.

"Precisely," he answered. "Macnair, hit it!"

"Sure thing, Boss," responded Macnair. He changed the CD and put on a hip hop beat. With a couple of bobs of his head, Voldemort said, "Let's see whatcha got, Bella."

Bellatrix started with the robot, followed by the 1,2 step and the splits. The crowd roared in cheers.

"That's quite nice," he admitted. "But can you dig this?" Voldemort did the moonwalk, a back flip then a head spin. The spectactors cheered loudly. "Your turn, Bella."

Bellatrix performed the worm, a swipe and ended with a handstand. But the Dark Lord finished Bella off in the contest with a flare (the arms on the ground while the legs move around the arms), a backspin, and a move where he froze in the air and dropped onto his back without hurting himself. All the wizards around him shouted in cheer.

"I declare the Dark Lord the winner!" announced Macnair through the microphone, which was followed by cheers from the crowd around the two competitors. Bellatrix did not seem sad or angry, but she gently smiled.

"Wow, Master, I got served!" exclaimed Bellatrix. "You really danced me out!"

"Thank you, Bella," he said. "I know I'm good, but it's nice to hear that you're not a sore lo - Wormtail's putting up the Dumbledore penata!"

A loud cheer came from everyone while they rushed to the Dumbledore-shaped penata that Peter Pettigrew had just hung from the ceiling. Everyone crowded around the penata to get the first hit, trampling Wormtail while doing so. The first to swing was John Goyle, who had terribly bad aim and could not hit it. Many people had a go at the penata, including Lucius who was so drunk he swung the bat 5 feet away from it. While the Death Eaters were swinging away, the Dark Lord noticed Severus Snape was standing quietly and sternly near the punch bowl (right next to the couch where Draco and Pansy were making out).

"Severus, not enjoying yourself?" questioned Voldemort. Severus looked up and gave a forced smile.

"Of course I'm enjoying myself, Master," said Snape in a monotone voice. "Really, I am."

"Cheer up," encouraged Voldemort. "And that's an order! Enjoy the festivities!" Voldemort conjured up a pointed party hat and stuck it on Severus' head.

"Oh, Master!" exclaimed Draco as he threw Pansy away from him once he saw Voldemort. "I was thinking about when I could teach you gangsta, how about next week?"

"That will be fine," said Voldemort, trying not to stare at Draco's throbbing pimple.

"Would you know which day next week?"

"I'll check my schedule." Goodness, that thing's huge! Is that zit staring at me or something?

He walked back to watch the penata (while wiping Snape's hair grease off his hands) when William Crabbe and John Goyle both clobbered the penata and smashed it into pieces.

Many activities were going on, including a huge life-size cut-out of Harry Potter that was going to be used as a dart board. A spell was done so that the real Harry felt pain where each dart was thrown. Avery was the first to throw a dart, and it hit Harry on the left arm. Far away from the party in 4 Privet Drive, Harry had awakened from a deep sleep by a shot of severe pain and clutched his arm. Rodolphus Lestrange was next, and he threw the dart quite hard at his right leg. Harry grasped his leg, whimpering with anguish. Mulciber had a go, as did Jugson, Alecto and Amycus, and with each dart Harry screamed out in the night and quivered in his bed, wondering what in Merlin's name was happening to him. Finally Voldemort tried it. He took 5 darts and at the same time, threw all of them in a bunch and they hit Harry's crotch area. Harry howled in horror, and between gasps, looked down at his specifically sore area and muttered, "Oh boy, Ginny won't like that."

The party was going fantastically and all were enjoying themselves (maybe not Peter, and Snape was debatable... He seemed to loosen up after Voldemort saw him pour alcohol into the punch bowl). If only the second half of the party had been this good.

Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW! The next chapter is: "The Party Starts to Get Ugly".