Voldemort's Party of the Year
Part 6: The End
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Severus and Walden had just looked up from their fighting, Lucius watched Voldemort worriedly as he sat on the floor, and Voldemort's white face was blood-red with rage as steam seemed to run out of his ears. The Dark Lord, shaking in anger, took out the wand that was in the back pocket of his baggy jeans and pointed it to the three of them.
" I LIKED THAT GOBLET!" shouted Voldemort. "AND THE GOLD ON IT MATCHED THE COUCH, BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER TO YOU, DOES IT? CRUCIO!"
Voldemort performed the Crutacious Curse on Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy and Walden Macnair. They all screamed in horror as their bodies underwent unbelievable pain. They contorted into positions the human body could not put itself in, and they twisted into shapes that... ironically looked like Voldemort's yoga positions. At the end the wizards' legs were twisted over their heads and through their arms into one big human knot. Voldemort, who had been heaving with anger minutes before, was now taking in deep breaths to calm himself.
"See, Wormtail? Thisis the use of yoga!" whispered Voldemort to Peter Pettigrew. He turned back to his aching minions. "Have you learnt your lessons?"
"Yes," groaned the three Death Eaters in unison.
"I'm only releasing Walden because he's the DJ," stated the Dark Lord. With a wave of his wand, he did a spell so that Walden became untangled, and rubbing his painful joints, stumbled back to his station and continued to play the music. "And as for you two, I'm making you stay like this for the rest of the night to make sure you won't get into any trouble."
The party went on; the music continued, everyone on the centre floor continued to dance, Draco continued to make out with Pansy, people continued to drink and eat, and Dolohov continued to wallow in his self-pity in the washroom (That washroom won't ever smell the same again! thought Voldemort). It had become early morning, and all the stresses of the party had made Voldemort a little cranky. Some spiked punch might do some good right now, thought Voldemort. He walked over to the punch bowl where Severus had been.
"Nagini, what are you doing?" Voldemort spotted his snake pet's head in the bowl, sloppily slurping away at the contents. It was evident that she was intoxicated. The Dark Lord removed her head from the bowl, and she laid her upper-body on the table lazily. "You didn't know it was spiked, did you?"
Nagini slowly shook her head. The dark wizard patted the drunken creature's head, as it went to sleep with its mouth open and serpent tongue drooping onto the table.
"Another Horcrux Severus messed up," grunted Voldemort. He glanced at Severus, looking quite pale and sick, and sent a spell to deliver a shock of pain to Severus. Snape winced as Voldemort chuckled to himself. He turned to the punch bowl and looked at the delicious-looking, red liquid sitting in the glass basin. "Maybe this stuff'll get me relaxed." He poured himself a full cup of beverage and drank it all up. The spike of it wake him up right away. "Hey, this stuff is good! Maybe I'll have some more..."
Ten cups later, he was doing the hokie-pokie with Nagini and singing the song loudly on the dance floor. Everybody enjoyed watching the sight of him, it's not often you see the Dark Lord flat-out smashed (unless you're Peter Pettigrew). The party lasted until 4 am. The whole crowd slowly left (a couple of people brought Severus home as did the Malfoy family with Lucius, Voldemort had forgotten to untie them from their knotted state) and once Walden Macnair had packed up and left, Wormtail dragged Lord Voldemort to his bed for the rest of the night.
The evil (and drunk) wizard slept until noon, and he woke up, again, with a monstrous hangover.
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