Chapter Eleven: Voldemort Accused

"Did you hear that screaming?" The frightened voice of Peter hissed to the taller, green-looking male strolling beside him. There was screaming, however it was from laughter, and the fear of falling into the water that was causing it, not the torture of criminals that the rat-man was envisioning in his small mind.

"Why, yes I do…" The Dark Lord craned his neck in the direction of the high pitched sound, closing his eyes and smiling as if he had just stroked a rusty spoon. His pointed teeth showed through his cracked lips, and Peter had the sudden urge to whip out his Chapstick. That and some heavy duty Gold Bond lotion, considering the fact that the makeup they had put on their leader's face was brushing off. Obviously Voldemort hadn't had a facial in quite a while. They would have to fix that now wouldn't they! The closer they got, the more good ol' Voldy seemed to be walking on air. The smile broadened to the point of looking like some sort of demonic Disney character, which frightened quite a few children and caused their parents to stare rather rudely. He didn't notice however, he was in the midst of euphoria as he listened so very intently.

They got in line, which moved extremely slowly (to the point where they wished they had spent a few dollars to get a FastPass), the screams only got louder, and Voldemort was getting shivers up and down his spine. He was getting impatient, as was evident from the way he was drumming his fingers against the railing. So close! Yet oh so far away. His eagerness was only heightened as he began to also hear the singing from the inside of the mountain, and Peter had to literally hold him down despite the desperate swatting to keep him from running inside.

"You have to wait your turn My Lord…" This got some odd looks from those wondering just what was going on between these two, obviously the relationship was a little weird if the little mousy one was calling him 'my lord'…

In the meantime, Sirius and Arthur were waiting a little closer to the entrance, grins on their faces as they practically bounced their way around the next loop.

"I can't believe we're here! Splash Mountain!" Sirius exclaimed as he clasped his ghostly hands together, shaking the spectral beard which had 'grown' since his departure from the earthly realm. Those in line didn't seem to take notice of the semi-transparent man standing beside them, which was probably a good thing; although they probably wouldn't have even noticed, being so hyped up on sugar and adrenaline.

Arthur couldn't get enough of the mechanics. It was incredible. He could glimpse some moving robotto things? Was that what they were called? He couldn't remember, nor did he really care because no one there was going to judge him on his pronunciation!

They would giggle quietly to themselves until he was out of earshot and then make snide remarks about his idiocy. Poor Arthur.

The line soon shortened until the Dark Lord and his peon were going to be next up in the little canoes. Voldemort was so excited he could barely contain himself as he shivered and clutched the railing until his knuckles were a greenish white.

"We're next.." He whispered, his voice shaky as he chewed on his lower lip. Peter nodded slowly, rubbing his hands together before tapping silver fingers on the raling to some silent tune playing in his head. No one but him knew what it was; even Voldy who was known for his memory of song tunes (especially those from the 1940's) couldn't figure it out, but he found his feet moving along to the rhythm. Finally they were let on the ride, buckled into their little canoe and sent on their way through the frightening little world of robotic, furry animals.

"Yesss! Our turn!" Sirius did an air punch and quickly sat in the canoe, buckling in even though there was no point. Arthur quickly followed suit and looked around like a child in a candy shop. His eyes were open so wide that Sirius was afraid they might pop out!

"Look at these things…" He whispered, as if the animatronic things might hop away if he was too loud. Then they began to sing, and the ghostly Black was afraid that perhaps the man who was seated behind him (a little too intimately for his liking), would wet himself. Oh dear.

The ride went too quickly for the Weasley's liking, and soon they were inching up, up, up that steep path towards the deep decline into the water. The vultures got to him, and Sirius thought it a bit close to home and tried to loosen his collar. That didn't work, so he closed his eyes instead. This proved to be a good plan because within seconds they had plunged over the edge and both were screaming like little first year girls. They opened their eyes, catching their breath, just in time to sea the Dark Lord exit his canoe.

"Man, that is the ugliest guy I've ever seen in my life…" Sirius commented whilst making an atrocious face. Arthur didn't hear, nor notice his friend as his face was white as a sheet and his hands were still clinging to the edges of the canoe.

"That.Was.Awesome!"

"Err…My Lord…" Peter began quietly, not wanting to get in trouble with his master as he gazed at the horrible wet spot on Voldy's cloak.

"What is it?" Snapped the other man, "Can't you see I just got a natural high from the adrenaline rush?" He asked irritably, crossing his arms and snorting.

"Your cloak…."

"What about it?"

"Well, you…on the ride…were you scared?" The rat-like man struggled for the right words to say in the situation.

Slowly Voldemort looked down at the offending garment and gasped. In the descent down, he had been splashed by the waterfall in a most awful place.

"I most certainly was not!" He retorted to the question, "And I did not, if that's what you were thinking. It was from the splashing on the way down." He said this calmly, as if it had no effects on his psyche whatsoever. He strode on to the next ride, head held high as his servant followed him meekly.

He tried not to notice the little children giggling and pointing as they passed.