Little did anyone at Hogwarts know, there were a couple of unfriendly people having a meeting that they had so longingly wanted to have for a very long time. Their master, or so they believed had been destroyed, but boy, were they wrong.
In the abandoned Riddle house, were four Death Eaters lounging about the old place, finally relaxing, while one was as ecstatic as ever.
"Now that the Dark Lord is finally gone forever", exclaimed the excited Death Eater, "I can finally open that flower shop I've been talking about after all these years", she said to the other three who looked like they had no idea what she was saying. "Oh, you know what I'm talking about! It's going to be amazing! With daisies, and daffodils, and sun-." She never got to finish, for the four Death Eaters were shocked to see somebody they had never seen before walk into the middle of the room. It was a woman, with very pale skin, wearing a black cloak, also with a really long snake around her neck. Wormtail was accompanying her
The one Death Eater raised her wand and pointed it at the mysterious woman. "Who's this ugly witch? This meeting is for evil Death Eaters only. Evil", she said, emphasizing the word evil.
The woman pointed her own wand at the loudmouth. "You dare? I am the Dark Lord", she said.
The others looked confused, but then laughed.
Wormtail stepped forward. "Well, you see, I accidently got a book on how to be a better witch not wizard, along with a resurrection manual, and well", he explained, while pointing at Voldemort. "At least she has a body, right?"
It was true, Voldemort had returned, but had not become a man, but a woman. Not only did he have a change of appearance, the transformation changed his voice as well, so now it sounds more feminine. But that did not mean she was any less fierce.
"Wormtail", she shouted. "Silence!"
Just then Bellatrix Lestrange had come in, happily running towards Voldemort, kneeling down at her feet, kissing the ground she stood upon. "My Dark Lord! I am so happy to see you. I always knew you would return after all these years! I am your most devoted admirer."
Rolling her eyes, Voldemort looked down at the pathetic Bellatrix. "Rise, Bella." Bellatrix did as she was told.
Walking around the room, Voldemort looked around at his followers with a great look of disgust. "Now, my minions, I have returned, and I am not happy. I have returned so you can get off your lazy butts, and attend to your business. You see, I have a plan set in place. But, I need to know if all of you are devoted to me. I need to know if you will help me cleanse my reigns, and to cleanse the world of these Muggles, Mudbloods, and all the filthy blood traitors. But, know now that if you are here, for the wrong reasons, you will not leave here alive." She glanced at the terrified cowards around her. "Tell me my minions, are you here to save your worthless hides? Or to serve your Lord?"
Immediately, every Death Eater in the room bowed down at Voldemort's feet. "Good, now with your loyalty, I shall lead you into a glorious future, into my salvation. But first we need to get rid of the one person who has always been in my way, and will remain in my way unless we kill him. Harry Potter. Minions, go prepare yourselves for the task ahead. NOW!", she yelled, sending her followers away, all except for Wormtail.
"So now what?", asked Wormtail.
Voldemort brought her wand up to her mouth, tapping her lips, thinking very hard. "Crumbs. We need crumbs, Wormtail."
Confused, Wormtail stepped closer. "You mean Viktor Krum, my Lord?"
"No you idiot. Crumbs!"
"Oh, crumbs. But what do you need crumbs for, my Lord?"
"You'll see in due time, Wormtail. For I shall go purchase these crumbs at that store, um, what is it called again? That stupid Muggle store, where it seems you can get anything, anything at all?"
"Costco?"
"Ah, yes", said Voldemort. "Wormtail, while I am gone", she began, uncoiling Nagini from around her neck, handing her to Wormtail. "Milk Nagini for me."
"Not again!", complained Wormtail. Receiving a deadly glance from Voldemort, Wormtail reluctlantly took the snake, but the moment Voldemort disapparated, he tossed the serpent aside. As confused as he was, Wormtail knew Voldemort came up with the cleverest of all plans. But what such plan that included crumbs was beyond him.
Back at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron were in the Gryffindor common room trying to work on their homework, but were having a tough time trying to focus.
"Are you hungry?", Harry asked Ron. "I can get Dobby to get something. Dobby!" Clapping his hands, Harry summoned Dobby the House Elf to appear right next to him. Dobby looked happy to see Harry, yet incredibly tired.
"Yes, Harry Potter? Yes, Sir?", asked Dobby. "Here are your pasties", he said, handed Harry and Ron some sweets.
"Ron, this is Dobby. I rescued him from Lucius Malfoy", said Harry.
"Dobby is most grateful, Harry Potter, Sir! I get to choose what I wear now!", said Dobby, showing off his bedsheet, mismatching socks, and a very large hat he wore, that covered his ears.
"A House Elf actually wants to choose what it wears?", asked Ron.
Harry spread out his arms in mock disbelief. "I know! Odd isn't it. Anyway, Dobby, thank you for bringing these, you didn't have to, but I'm so busy studying, and all."
Dobby looked disappointed. "My apologies, Harry Potter, Sir." Looking equally sad, Dobby went to go sit in his corner until Harry needed him again.
After a few more minutes of attempting to work, Ron slammed his book closed out of frustration. "Homework is so hard! I don't know how that know it all Hermione Granger does it. Did you see her in class today?", he asked, pretended to act like Hermione, waving her hand wildly in the air. "Pathetic!" The next second, Ron looked dreamily at the ceiling. "But now, that Fleur Delacour. That's what I'm talking about!"
"Ron?", asked Harry. "Does Ginny have any friends?"
That snapped Ron out of what he was thinking. "Well, she hangs out with Loony sometimes, and that Neville kid."
"But I mean like, relationship wise?"
"Oh, you mean boyfriends! Well, she goes around from guy to guy, like bloody hopscotch, except with people. What games would be better with people as playing pieces?", asked Ron, thinking to himself.
Harry wanted to get him back on track. "Ron, does she have any boyfriends?"
"Oh, right! Well, see Harry, most of the time, I just really want to punch the guy. She's my sister! What do they see in her anyway?"
"She has nice, hair", said Harry, realizing just how nice it actually was.
Ron seemed to ignore Harry and went back to what he was talking about earlier. "Monopoly! you can get cars, buy houses, and get really, really rich! That'd be the life", Ron finished, sitting back down just as Hermione slammed down a box of buttons on the table between her two friends.
"Glad you two are here, I want to talk to you about something", she said. Harry and Ron looked in the box, pulled out a button, and looked confused.
"Spew?", asked the boys, simultaneously.
Hermione looked annoyed. "No, not Spew. It's S.P.E.W. It stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. I established it today, and I decided that you two will be the first to join", she said, confidently. Ron on the other hand, was full on ready to make fun of her.
"Hermione, what is it with you and House Elves? I swear they like it! It's their job to serve us. Mum is always wishing we had a House Elf, but don't tell her I told you that. But in any case, they love working."
"But they have become extremely under educated and under paid. I'm sure they want so much more out of life. They just haven't gotten that taste of freedom", argued Hermione. "Ron, you are seriously not getting the big picture, here!"
Sitting back down, Ron and Harry reluctlantly prepared to hear what Hermione was about to sing about her organization.
"S.P.E.W. S.P.E.W., not spew,
S.P.E.W. S.P.E.W., not spew,
"House elves have been treated like slaves,
Someone needs to get them out of their daze,
For centuries wizards have ignored their plight,
But I know someday we can make things right,
Who would want to cook and clean all night?", she lectured them, while also telling the other Gryffindor students, who were listening to her.
"S.P.E.W. S.P.E.W., not spew,
"S.P.E.W. S.P.E.W., not spew,
We of the magical community see ourselves as superior to others.
Muggles, centaurs, and house elves are drowning in ignorant prejudice", she informed, picked up the box, and started handing out the buttons, ignoring Harry and Ron mocking her.
"S.P.E.W. S.P.E.W., not spew,
S.P.E.W. S.P.E.W., not spew"
After handing out every button she had, she threw the box away, and smiled triumphantly to herself.
"Hermione, you're bonkers", said Ron.
"No, I'm not!", she shrieked.
"Yes, you are. Spew? It's not even a good acronym. And they love it! Don't you, Dobby?", Ron asked the now interested House Elf.
Hermione put her hand up to silence him. "Don't answer that. Can't you take my side just this once?"
"Hermione, you see, I would except, I'm right, and you're wrong", Ron said, gleefully.
Completely outraged, Hermione spun on her heel and headed to her dormitory. Ron looked as though he didn't know what just happened, and went to follow her. "Hermione! What did I say?"
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