Disclaimer the First:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor do any of my personalities.
I never wrote the Great American Novel, and none of my family acknowledges my rightful claim to all their income.
I am not made out of money, be it paper or coin.
Therefore, calling your lawyers is an act worthy of the Bethlem Royal Hospital.
Disclaimer the Second:
This is a semi-crude scene where boys will be boys when talking about sex.
This particular section isn't drastically important to the plot, so skip if you want.
Interlude – Gossipy Young Boys
Evan Rosier strode into the Grand Dining Hall with the air of a man who believed the world waited for his every word. His once overly feminine face had been weathered by his years in Azkaban, resulting in features not unlike an orthopedist's pet skeleton. He had always been tall – when compared to anyone except Hagrid – and his thinness added an almost comical emphasis to his height. Anyone who knew him, however, never mentioned his size. Mostly for fear of what he could and would do with his agile wandwork. Rosier was a duelist of the highest caliber.
He wandered across the room, heading for an empty table. He muttered his order to the heavy wood surface, and breakfast appeared for his consumption. As he ate, a group of younger Death Eaters settled at the table behind him. He was about to tell the raucous group to shut up or they wouldn't live to be old Death Eaters, when he realized what they were discussing. It took everything he had not to turn around, but he wanted to hear what the group had to say without interference.
The first person he heard was laughing. "I'm telling you, I heard it straight out of Malfoy's wife. The Dark Lord has taken Lucius as his. Apparently he's been trying to sneak his way into our Lord's bed ever since they were children. Apparently, he hasn't been able to get it up for Narcissa since Draco was born."
The second Death Eater chuckled, but kept his voice at barely over a whisper. "That's not how I heard it. I heard that he's getting his jollies with Harry Potter. Can you believe it?"
"That's all right, but I think what I heard is more likely. I heard that our Master plans on making his own harem." There was a bit of a creak as the owner of the third voice leaned back in his chair. "You heard me. He'll have hundreds of nubile young men and women at his disposal."
"That's absolutely ridiculous. First, our Master isn't gay. If he was, would he enjoy seeing us do all those muggles? Second, Malfoy obviously managed to get it up at least once or twice for a girl. I heard he was voted 'Most Likely to Sire His Own Nation' when he was in school. Third, our Lord wouldn't even think of buggering Potter. After all, if he's spent this long trying to kill the brat, I doubt he's going to change his mind because the boy 'has beautiful eyes.'" The fourth Death Eaters voice went higher in a poor imitation of a teenage girl towards the end of his speech. It was back to normal when he added, "Besides, we shouldn't even be talking about this. It's our Master's choice as to what he does and doesn't do."
While his logic seemed sound, the first Death Eater wasn't going to have it. "Well, who says that he is looking at the muggles when we're playing with them? For all we know, he's watching our bums. As for Malfoy, reputation isn't everything. He could have dated them all while having his boy toys on the side. Potter, well, everything with Potter could just be repressed sexual attraction."
The second Death Eater laughed, while Rosier rolled his eyes towards the stone ceiling. "'Repressed sexual attraction?' Are you trying to tell me that our Master took one look at baby Potter while he was in his cradle and said, 'Damn, that's sexy. I better kill it?'"
The third one took a loud swig of his drink, and added. "We all know how hard it is to keep a secret at Hogwarts. If Lucy was more interested in danglies than bumps, we'd have known it by half way through third year."
The fourth one sighed at how they were ignoring his admonishment about discussing the Dark Lord's sex life. "Guys, can we just change the subject?"
Rosier shook his head and stood. The four realized who was sitting there and stared up at him with mixed expressions of awe and horror. "Gentlemen, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. My name is Evan Rosier. Who were you again?"
They quickly stammered out their names, and Rosier listened to their voices to determine who had spoken which words. They can't be far past twenty. "Thank you."
As he turned to leave, they breathed a sigh of relief. He let his smile touch the corner of his lips as he faced them again. "One last thing…."
He relished their screams as his well aimed curses hit the first three. He quirked an eyebrow at the fourth, "You were right, they shouldn't have been discussing his private matters…. Crucio."
Boys will be boys, right? Sorry if I don't update much this weekend. I'm studying for a Final next week. My crazy college does five week courses... For an A.S.
Generally, expect a week of heavy updates and a week or two of slow updates, repeated ad nausium.