Author's Notes
Sooooooooooo, it's been a while. Understatement of the century
This chapter has been hell in a handbasket. It's one of the reasons I stopped writing for so long. I kept debating with myself…make a slightly-unfunny chapter in order to pack important information in for the plot and risk bad reviews, or write another senseless, insane chapter and…well…lose sight of the plot completely, but have more amazing reviews from you amazing people.
I opted for the first choice.
I am risking many reviews such as "TOTALLY unfunny, dude, I hate your family" because of that evil beast known as integrity. Bleh, gross.
So don't be too hard on me :P
Now, at this point I'd like to point out that I wrote this Death Eater stuff before the sixth book…and JK put Death Eater stuff in it. Am I amazing or WHAT?
I also predicted the Ron/Lavenderness. I friggin RULE!
That is all.
Chapter 15
Now, as in most Harry Potter novels, everyone reads about the lives and troubles of the "good guys". But, have you ever wondered what the Death Eaters do in their spare time? Well, at risk of death and torture by old Saved by the Bell reruns, I decided to infiltrate the Death Eater headquarters and see for myself. Here is the account of my adventures…
12:30am- Busted into Voldy headquarters.
-Making myself comfortable in some sort of common room.
-Some sort of EVIL common room.
-Many doilies. Bloody scared.
-Surprised at how easy it was to get in here. But, I am the author and all.
-I just said bloody. I'm cool now.
1:00am- Sitting, typing this on lap top.
-Eating McDonald's French fries.
-Beginning to wonder if subliminal messaging is causing me to mention McDonalds in every chapter.
-Glad Ron's not here.
-No sign of Death Eaters yet.
2:00am- Out of food.
2:30am- Still out of food.
3:30am- Looking for spare change in couch.
-Finding another doily.
-Still bloody scared.
4:00am- Why is Martha Stewart here?
4:15am- Hearing noise.
-Running back to shadowy corner.
-Aha! My first Death Eater.
-Wormtail.
4:17am- Wormtail scratches his butt and looks around for something unknown.
-Passes right by me.
-Picks up a candle and eats it whole.
Oo?
5:00am- Death Eaters filter into room.
-Some are wearing pink fuzzy robes.
-I swear I can see bunny slippers somewhere in the group as well.
-The Dark Lord He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named makes his way to a serpent throne at the front of the crowd.
-Throne breaks.
-You-know-who mutters something about Ikea.
5:10am- The Lord addresses the crowd.
-The Dark Lord pauses.
-The Dark Lord angrily asks where his decorative candle went.
-Wormtail looks innocent.
-Martha fashions one out of a shoelace and a single human hair.
5:15am- Death Eaters ogle new candle
-Wormtail fetches Dark Lord another serpent throne
-Dark Lord slumps down in chair, looking rather depressed
-I begin to wonder why I'm taking notes instead of actually writing out the story…
The Dark Lord, wearing a black terrycloth robe with tiny pictures of screaming muggles sewn into the collar and cuffs, sat moodily on his serpent throne, surrounded by the low din of the Death Eaters as they chatted over their morning coffee and scones. Ever since the battle in the department of mysteries, Voldemort had been feeling rather down. He wasn't really bothered by the fact that he hadn't been able to hear the entire prophecy, or that the public now knew he was alive and kicking...he was bothered by the death of Sirius.
"He was my favorite character!" Voldemort whined.
Just kidding. Scratch that whole Sirius part.
Anyway, nothing could make the Dark Lord feel better. Not even the lovely robe Martha Stewart, the Dark Lord of the muggle world, had made for him. Voldemort had taken a shining to her after watching her show "The Apprentice-Martha Stewart" and saw the way she handled her simpering muggle slaves she liked to call employees.
This morning Wormtail was once again trying to cheer the Dark Lord up by bashing his head into a wall…his own head, not Voldemort's…to no avail. You-Know-Who completely ignored him, staring blindly into an empty cup which once contained his customary morning cosmopolitan.
"Who does he think he is? That boy has tangled with the wrong evil genius! No one escapes the dark lord!" he said, throwing down the cup in a fit of rage.
"Heh heh. Darn right," Wormtail piped up, standing obediently by the Dark Lord's throne.
"Defeated! Beat down by a four thousand year old man! Publicly Humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear," Voldemort sighed, looking dejected.
"Another cosmopolitan?" Wormtail offered, holding out the cup of pink liquid.
"What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced," Voldemort pushed away the cup with an idle hand.
"Who, you? Never! My lord, you've got to pull yourself together," Wormtail began, clearing his voice and waiting for the piano to strike up.
Mulciber, who's life-long dream it was to be a famous concert pianist…
…hehe, pianist…
-Cough-
…took a seat at the piano, fingers poised over the keys.
Then, Wormtail began to sing.
Yes, Death Eaters burst out into song just as often as the good guys. Don't be hatin'.
"Gosh it disturbs me to see you, my lord
Thinking that you are a chump
Every Death Eater here fears you, my lord
Even when taking a dump
There's no evil creature as hated as you
You're everyone's nightmare du jour
Everyone's awed and disgusted by you
No one thinks you're washed up, I assure
No one's gross as my lord
As morose as my lord
No one's eyes are as creepy and red as my lord's
For there's no half-man ready and willing
To kill the world for his own good
You can ask any Malfoy or Rookwood
And they'll tell you whose ass they are happy to smooch."
"No one's thin like our lord, as corpse-like as our lord," the Death Eaters chorused.
"No one's as obsessed with young Potter as our lord!" Wormtail sang.
"Well the kid won't stop hindering my malignance!" Voldemort argued, in song.
"My what a guy, our dark lord!" the Death Eaters joined. "Imperio! And Crucio!"
"Tom Riddle's the best and the rest are all f-"
"Don't call me that," Voldemort interrupted.
"Sorry," Wormtail replied.
"No one nags like our lord, picks up hags like our lord," the very drunk Death Eaters belted.
"No one threatens his allies with death like our lord," Lestrange sang raucously.
"For there's no one as sick and unpleasant," some random bimbos joined, draped over Voldemort.
"You can see how they'd worship me so," Voldy grinned.
"Every bit of him's scraggly and scrawny," sang Wormtail.
"That's right! And once in a while I'll dress up in a bow!"
The Death Eaters looked kinda freaked out at that, but sang anyway. "No one fights like our lord! Flies nice kites like our lord!"
"In a wizarding duel no one cheats like our lord…"
"I do not cheat, and what the hell is a kite?" Voldemort scratched his head.
"My, what a guy, our dark lord!"
A spotlight focused on Voldy, and he sang.
"When I was a lad I opened the Chamber
Cause I was searching for the latrine
And since then I say that I meant to do that
Cause I like the Death Eater cuisine!"
"No one tricks like our lord, hits with bricks like our lord," the Death Eaters sang, swinging their mugs.
Snape finally piped up from his shadowy corner. "I'm here spying cause no one's as thick as their lord!"
"I use muggles for all of my decorating!" Voldemort pointed to a woman sitting in the corner. "You there, Martha Stewart, those doilies are simply DARLING!"
"Say it again
Who enjoys killing men?
And then say it once more
Who will win the Great War?
Who's a…so-so…success?
Don't you know?
Can't you guess?
Well don't ask that little Potter boy.
There's just one evil snake who's got all this and mooooooore…"
Wormtail kneeled in front of Voldemort's throne. "And his name's V-O-L…D…V-O-L-D…A…V-O-L-D-R?...
…Ahhh crap."
"THE DARK LORDDDDDDDDDD!" the entire room sang, dancing around the Dark Lord's throne before striking their final poses.
"My lord, this telegram just arrived," Bellatrix Lestrange announced from the doorframe, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at the men and their spirit fingers.
The death eaters quickly dispersed, looking rather embarrassed.
"Who from?" Voldemort asked, templing his fingers under his chin.
"I'm not exactly sure…may I send the messenger in?" she inquired.
"You may," the Dark Lord bowed his head, motioning for Lestrange to fetch him.
A few minutes later she returned, Tom Jones in tow. Mr. Jones was looking rather nervous, being in the midst of dozens of death eaters.
"Singing telegram for a Mr. You-Know-Who," Tom Jones announced, bowing at the Dark Lord's feet.
"Ooo! How lovely! I just love singing telegrams!" Voldemort announced with glee. "Proceed."
Tom Jones, his hands shaking uncontrollably, lifted the paper he had been carrying to his face and began to sing.
It's not unuuuuusua-
"Kill him," Voldemort ordered, grabbing the letter out of the man's hand before he was pulled out of the room, kicking and screaming, by two beefy death eaters. "I hate that song," he glared at the empty doorway, waiting for the sounds of screams to die down before reading the letter aloud:
Laugh in two days
Invitations received
A scar is waiting
Ready
-B.W.
"I didn't know we added evil lions to our list of allies," Voldemort said to no one in particular.
"Erm, sir, I think he means Scar as in a scar, such as a scar that could possibly be on a forehead…hint hint," Wormtail nudged him.
"What on earth are you on about? And stop nudging me, I think you broke a rib," Voldy whined, rubbing his side.
"Potter, sir, he means Potter," Bellatrix drawled.
"Well of COURSE he means Potter, Lestrange; I knew that…" he smacked Wormtail upside the head. "Idiot!"
"I'm sorry my lord," Wormtail whimpered, doing that annoying twitchy thing he does. Stupid Wormtail.
"This is wonderful news! In two days the plan will be put into action and we'll finally be able to do something productive!" Voldemort cried, the Death Eaters cheering.
"BRING OUT THE STORY RUG!" he announced, clapping his hands and breaking a couple of skeletal fingers in the process.
Two nameless Death Eaters quickly rushed to the toy trunk situated at the back of the room and brought out the large, circular rug with the picture of the rainbow on it, placing it gently in front of the Dark Lord's throne. The Death Eaters sat, legs crossed, hands clasped obediently over their laps.
"I have chosen Draco Malfoy to perform a very important task. He must prove himself to me now that he bears the mark," Voldemort explained, looking around at his Death Eaters in their half-circle.
"Are you sure you want to trust Draco with such an important task?" Snape asked cautiously.
"What do you mean? He's annoying, he's spoiled, he's whiny, he looks a little like a ferret…he's a perfect candidate for certain death!" Voldemort explained, looking rather pleased with himself. "Plus, his father's an incompetent bumface."
"I'm sitting RIGHT HERE," Lucius huffed, combing out his freshly-dyed hair.
"Why IS he still here? He was supposed to be sent back to Azkaban after the song!" Voldemort cried, resisting the urge to throw a fit lest his Ikea throne break again.
"I feel so used," Lucius muttered as the same two beefy Death Eaters from the Tom Jones incident dragged him out.
"You should be used to it, what with being in Azkaban for so long…" Voldemort snickered, reveling in the chuckles of his simpering slav-…err…followers.
"Burn," said Bellatrix, whilst giving Voldemort a soothing ankle rub.
"So, you're basically planning the life and death of one of your own employees?" Martha Stewart spoke up, looking up from her knitting to give him one of her piercing looks.
"Voldemort has a plan for all of us. A painful, painful plan," Dolohov wisely replied, unsettled by Martha Stewart's presence. That woman was creeeep-y!
After a few moments of tense silence, Martha gave a dainty-woman-yet-powerful-corporate-executive shrug. "I respect that."
"I pay them in death and destruction," Voldemort nodded, feeling the need to say something after not having spoken for four lines.
"And meatballs," Wormtail added.
"Those aren't meatballs, Wormtail. And you're the only one that gets them…"
"I knew they tasted sort of funny," he replied, a thoughtful look on his face.
"My plan is foolproof! FOOLPROOF I TELL YOU!" Voldemort exclaimed, breaking off his arm in his excitement.
"I'll get the duct tape," Bella announced eagerly, running out of the room.
"Suckup," Voldemort shook his head, looking over to Snape. "That's why you're my new favorite," he said, petting Snape's greasy hair with his remaining arm. "Yes you are, yes you are! Aren't you a good widdle right-hand man?"
Now I remember why I like Dumbledore so much…Snape thought to himself, enduring the petting and baby talk.
The sounds of screaming children and really loud organ music signaled the arrival of Fenrir Greyback, the most fearsome werewolf to ever stalk the streets of wherever he happened to be at the time. Most people were terrified of him, but Voldemort just found him smelly.
"Ahh, Fenrir, I trust you bring me good news?" Voldemort said in way of greeting as the wolf-man lumbered into the EVIL common room. "And how many times have I told you not to play that dramatic sounds effects tape in the EVIL common room."
Fenrir reached into the back pocket of his dirty, skin-tight jeans and flicked the portable tape recorder to 'off'. "I apologize, my lord. I just find the fact that the good guys get their own sound effects technicians to be-"
"-how DARE you bring that up! You KNOW that's a sore spot with me!" Voldemort screeched, pointing his index finger at the werewolf.
Fenrir bowed quickly at the Dark Lord's feet, taking that opportunity to eat a rat that had been scurrying across the floor.
Wormtail cringed.
"I've rallied the werewolves. They're now officially working for the cause, my lord," Fenrir replied in his raspy growl of a voice, reaching up to pick a piece of rat tail from his teeth. He's so pleasant.
"I am not surprised," You-Know-Who stated as Bella rushed back into the room and began duct taping his arm back on. "I am rather imposing, aren't I?"
The "applause" sign situated above the serpent throne lit up and the Death Eaters applauded obediently.
Voldemort looked up at the lovely neon sign and began to pet it, "God I love this thing". Seems our pal Voldy enjoys petting things…or just touching things in general. Hence the whole "mashing his foot into Cedric's dead face" bit in the fourth movie. It was a nice touch. HAHA, get it? Touch? He likes touching th- oh forget it.
Snape was grateful for the distraction and quickly slinked back into the shadows. Oh Snape, you cannot escape humiliation. Not in THIS story at least.
"Soon I will have rallied together the greatest…and oddest…army ever to inhabit the wizarding world! And THEN we'll see who's 'most likely so succeed!'"
You see, when Voldemort was in Hogwarts, he had always dreamed of being voted 'most likely to succeed'. However, his dreams were all for naught, for Bob Saget was granted the honor instead. Poor Tom Riddle was stuck with 'most likely to become a talk show host'. He had been bitter about it ever since.
"BOB SAGET! Why? WHY? He didn't even attend the school! Was he even ALIVE back then?" Voldemort cried angrily. "A talk show host? How could I be a talk show host? I'm not evil! I'M JUST WRITTEN THAT WAY!" He screamed, setting one of his death eaters on fire.
After watching the unknown minion writhe around in pain for a while, Voldemort let out a sigh. "I feel much better. Somebody get me a cigar."
Another random Death Eater approached the dark lord on his knees, holding out a wooden box.
"Ahh, Cubans. They add meaning to a lonely evil overlord's life…"
"And he's NOT talking about the delightful refugees kept in basements," Wormtail directed this toward the readers.
"Voldemort looked around, an expression of confusion on his face. "Who are you talking to?"
"Myself," Wormtail said, giving him a shifty look.
You-Know-Who stared at him for a while, unblinkingly, until Wormtail's hair burst into flames.
"…as I was saying. They add meaning to an evil overlord's life. It's lucky our benefactor bought in bulk," the dark lord chuckled…no, not the dark lord chuckles, the dark lord chuckled…reaching over to open the box.
It was empty.
"EMPTY? EMPTY? Who's been stealing my cigars!"
Sound of demon fly buzzing.
"DAMN IT! I HATE YOU ALL! YOU'RE ALWAYS STEALING MY STUFF AND NOT GIVING IT BACK!" And with that, the evilest evil overlord of EVIL burst into tears…evilly.
...Back at Hogwarts...
"How can you steal something and give it back? The definition of stealing is to TAKE. If you were to give it back, you would have been BORROWING," a sleeping Seamus mumbled into his pillow.
"Yo, shut da f-"
"-riday," Ron, also asleep, interrupted.
"-up, mofo. I's tryin' ta sleep," Neville growled, throwing one of his heavy chains in the direction of Seamus's bed, knocking him unconscious.
"Word."
"Hey, wasn't Malfoy in that movie?" Harry asked no one in particular.
...Back at the Death Eater's lair...
"Why do I have the sudden urge to listen to rap music?" Voldemort pondered aloud.
"What I'm wondering is why Tom Jones was singing 'It's not unusual' when that wasn't even written in the telegram…" Bella asked. She's SO dead now.
"…good question." Voldemort replied, extracting himself from his throne to stand in front of his semi-circle of loyal followers. "Soon. Soon, my friends, we will have disposed of the only two people standing in the way of ULTIMATE VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY! VIC-"
"Uh, my lord, the echo isn't effective if you do it yourself," one Death Eater interrupted.
He promptly burst into flames.
"Damn."
Alrighty. A little different from my pervious chapters…other than the 14th…that was just madness. But yeah, I had to get a lot of important information in, so total and utter insanity had to be put on hold for once. My apologies. I shall get back to pointless crap in Chapter 16. However, the plot is in motion, my friends. BWAHA! COWER IN FEAR! FEEEAR!
Obviously the song is "Gaston" from Beauty and the Beast. I wrote it a LOOOONG time ago and just HAD to fit it in my story somewhere.
The Dark Lord Chuckles the Silly Piggy is from Dave the Barbarian.
Yes, another really weird reference. TOO BAD.
"Hey, wasn't Malfoy in that movie?" Because Seamus said "Borrowing"…yeah…XD The movie the Borrowers…right.
The whole Bob Saget thing was a take on the John Stamos thing from Clone High. Because Clone High rocks. And so does John Stamos. That is all.
Oh, and the whole "painful, painful plan" was ALSO from Clone High. Yay copyright infringement!
Hey, 1000 points to the person who records the death eater song. That and a cameo in my story. And my eternal love. And maybe some tube socks.
GOD, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?
Selfish.
Oh, and as you can probably tell, I think Snape's innocent. I still despise him though.
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