#1 my feet hurt…

#7 why?

#1 from all this traveling…

#7 …we're riding horses.

#1 …. …. ….

#5 "Snicker"

#9 are we there yet!

#2,4,3,8 NO!

#9 well, we'd better be soon, my horse has sprung a leak!

#all but 9 …. …. Ewww….

Harry watched, disturbed as several riders in black passed by. He had the faint impression that they were not in character, and it wasn't the sombreros that gave it away. "Um… who are you?" The nine riders stopped, turned, and instantly the hats destroyed anything akin to a menacing aura that might have been. They looked at each other, shrugged, looked back at him. …have you seen a floating eyeball?... Harry blinked. "Yesssss…why?" the hats leaned closer. …because… we don't know.

Harry blinked, snorted, "Oh this is just sad. Hey Voldie! These people you know?" Voldemort ignored him. "Hey snake face! Can you hear me! Who are these people!" still the embodiment of doomed doominess blew him off. Aggravated, Harry marched over and whirled him about. "CAN YOU HEAR ME!" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"…Oh, sorry, were you talking to me? I will only now respond to three names. Lord Voldemort, King of the world, and Snugums." Harry jaw moved, no sound emerged. The sombrero riders shifted their weight. Voldemort thought for a moment. "…Actually, scratch that, I will respond to Lord Voldemort and King of the world, but I shall burn you to tiny bits if you call me Snugums. That name is reserved for Narcissa, Bellatrix, and on some rare occasions, Lucius." Harry shuddered. "…Way more about death eater life than ever needed to hear, will crawl off and die now…"

Crawled away. Voldemort stared after him, than discovered the sombrero Nazgul. "Potter! Why didn't you say we had company!" turned back to shuddering Nazgul and said in a soothing tone, "Listen, that was a joke, okay? Believe me, never Bellatrix, Narcissa, or Lucius, thank Nagini! I may not get to kill the boy here, but there's no rule against traumatizing him out of his innocent mind. Now, what can I do for you? The Nazgul all exchanged looks. …um… nothing, never mind! And all swiftly rode away.

The Eye of Sauron narrowed, you know what I hate? Prissy dark lords from other dimensions traumatizing my Ringwraiths!

Eye of Sauron: um…this happens often?

Sauron: well, no, but last week they ran into this "Count Oloft" fellow, he was chasing these three unfortunate children or something… and they haven't been quite right since…

Eye of Sauron: …ah.