Chapter 2

"I hate the rain," Rodolphus Lestrange announced one very wet and rainy day.

The other Death Eaters in the room all had to agree. Lord Voldermort had locked himself in his office and refused to come out and they were all stuck in the living room with nothing to do except eat the remains of Lucius Malfoy's Victoria sponge, and none of them felt up to doing that. So they had to be content with watching the rain pour down the window.

"What shall we do?" Dolohov asked glumly.

"I could make cookies?" Lucius suggested.

"NO!" The others cried.

"We could play hide and seek!" Macnair said.

"Yes!" They all agreed. Snape rolled his eyes.

"Oh for heaven's sake," he sighed. "I'll go and ask the dark lord if he would like to play." He got off his chair and walked off along the corridor.

"My lord?" He asked nervously, knocking on the door of lord Voldermort's office. "We were wondering if you would like to play hide and seek?"

"Yes!" Voldermort cried, bursting form the room.

"Err, what were you doing in there?" Snape asked.

"I was e-mailing Dumbledore," his master replied. "It'll take him all night to read them!" He cackled insanely.

"You both have computers?" Snape asked.

"Of course." Voldermort said, as if it was obvious.

Snape decided not to ask any more questions, and instead sighed and walked back to the living room.

"Who's it?" He asked as they walked in.

"Peter!" Barty cried at once.

"But I'm always it!" Peter whined, turning to Voldermort.

"Wormtail if you refuse to be it I will crucio you so hard you will not be able to eat cheese for a week!" He said sharply. "Count to one hundred, NOW!"

Peter gave a squeak of terror and began to count. By the time he had reached twenty, the only ones left in the room were Snape and Voldermort.

"Quick, Snape!" Voldermort said. "Where shall we hide?"

"The wardrobe in Dolohov's bedroom!" Snape said.

"Perfect!" Voldermort cried, and they ran upstairs.

"Hurry!" Snape said as they climbed into the wardrobe. They closed the door and Voldermort cackled.

"He'll never find us in here!" He said.

"He will if you keep talking," Snape whispered.

"What's this dress doing in here?" Voldermort asked, drawing out a frilly pink dress from among the numerous black robes.

"Ha!" Snape said. "Dolohov keeps a dress in his wardrobe! I'll never let him hear the last of this!"

"Snape..." Voldermort said slowly.

"Yes my lord?"

"Doesn't it seem a bit...cold in here to you?"

They turned around; there was a dim light that seemed to be coming from the back of the wardrobe.

"You go first," Voldermort said.

"You go first," Snape replied.

"You go first!"

"I'll go first!"

"I'll go first!"

"Ha!" Snape said.

Voldermort scowled at him and walked towards the light. They stepped out of what seemed to be the back of the wardrobe into a large forest covered in snow. A black lamppost was nearby.

They could hear a sleigh coming towards them.

"Who is it?" Snape asked Voldermort warily.

They could now see the person on the sleigh. He had a long beard, sticking up all over the place, and a large sack.

"It's SANTA!" Voldermort yelled, and jumped up and down several times.

"No it's not, it's a mad scientist!" said Snape.

"Ho ho ho! I am Father Christmas, and I have a presents for you."

He moved towards Snape, and gave him a horn.

"If you are in trouble, blow this horn and help of some kind will come to you. Also, I will give you this bow and arrows. But is not Aslan's wish that you should fight in the battle"

"What?" Said Snape, but Santa ignored him and moved to Voldermort, giving him a sword and shield.

"The shield carries the sign of the lion, reminding you that in the fight, it is Aslan you are fighting for."

"I'm Lord Voldermort! I'm not fighting for anyone else but ME!" said Voldermort.

"Bear them well son of Adam. Bear them well daughter of Eve..."

"What the hell are you on about?" Snape asked.

"Goodbye" Santa said, as he got in his sleigh and rode away.

"DOLOHOV!" Voldermort yelled.

That chapter was dedicated to my good friend L.

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