Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Notes: It seems I've gotten the 'sloth' sin lately, but not all my fault. I started going back to school and am redoing year 10. I'm ignoring my homework to update this story.

Chapter 5

Wearing an innocent, creepy, grin on his face Snape walked out of the Hogwarts grounds and grabbed a portkey in the shape of an old ink pot sitting under a prickle pickle bush.

His black robes twisted and turned as he held onto the whizzing portkey.

After only seconds he appeared in a dark damp dungeon, he could hear people moaning in pain, water dripping somewhere alone the tortured muggles/mudbloods.

The halls, lit by fire stakes, were dark and fearsome to a lesser man and as Snape walked down those halls passing those little torches he let out a high pitched giggle while fingering the little potion bottle in his robes.

Not a person insight, this wasn't odd, after all even death eaters needed jobs, so Snape was able to walk right down the hall and into a grand room cover with black and green silks.

A large dining table with a hundred chairs was placed right in the centre of the room, a beautiful redwood table with grand designs printed across it.

Seeing the only ten meals' set on the table and Voldemort's was at the high chair, Snape made his own snake like way towards the meal, slowly and alert ready for anything to happen.

His black eyes narrowed at the sheep brains and pig's liver with gravy on the china patterned plate.

Oh he remembers all the pain he had gone through because of this disgusting shameful snake man. The way he was jeered at and sneered, jabbed and tormented, because of how he had lost control of his bowls under one of the unforgivable curses.

Now it was his master's turn to feel ashamed.

He let out a girlish giggle before pulling out the tiny bottle and tipping the dark brown sluggish fluid onto the similar colored gravy. After emptying the bottle he picked up the ends of his robes and tip toed out of the beautiful and grand room.

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He waited outside the door and listened as the room filled with his inner circle friends… those people he sees often.

With his pink tongue sticking out of his mouth and his ear pressed against the door he waited. Before long he heard the sounds of wood on tile telling that they have finished having drinks and were about to eat.

Letting out an almost silent squeal he heard the speech, often followed after killing muggles:

"My dear pureblood followers, today there is less dirty scum to taint our beautiful world": cheers would be sounded here: "but the battle is still only in its infancy and for it to grow we must take out Harry Potter."

Snape rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah we've heard it all before. We've been hearing it for almost bloody 20 years." He sighs, "Dumb git."

"And the second Harry Potter falls at my hand, and Harry Potter will fall, I shall spit on Harry Potter's bloody corpse, that's right, the corpse of Harry Potter. Harry Potter will fall only by my hand, I will be the one to kill Harry Potter I MUST kill Harry Potter. The foolish boy, that boy being Harry Potter, will be buried under the grave stone with the name Harry Potter and the grave marked Harry Potter shall be placed beside my throne. I shall rest my robes cover with the blood of Harry Potter's friends and hang it on Harry Potter's grave marked Harry Potter."

Before this very day Snape had never taken any notice of how many times Voldemort would say 'Harry Potter', or the fact that he seemed to repeat himself only by changing his silly little words.

But none would ever say that allowed to him… fear of dying can be every bit as strong as the fear of seeing a naked Dumbledore… so Voldemort goes on and on about the impending war and 'Harry Potter'

He listens to the silly cheers and drunken slurs of Lucius Malfoy, "Wwelllll done meish Lard… will's we wee…" he heard his drunken laughter, "I's ssaid wee wee."

"We shall dine," came a thundering voice of Voldemort's.

'Finally,' Snape thought, he didn't know how much longer he could stand waiting.

Waiting no longer than three more minutes before he heard a blistering laugh from Crabbe followed by a blistering scream… from Crabbe, it didn't take long for the whole group to find out what had happened.

The Dark Lord soiled himself.

Laughs were heard all through the halls as Snape strode down to where he had first appeared.

All in a days work.

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Voldemort run out of the dining room and towards his big bed made form baby bones. Upon reaching the bed he threw himself upon it and cried while whispering, "I hate the world, I hate everyone, I hate them all. This is all Harry Potters."

He glanced up and looked at the large Harry Potter poster hanging above his bed.

"Why wont you just dieeeeee…..?" he wailed into the emptiness.

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There you go.

By the way, Voldemort said 'Harry Potter' 15 times :)

Jessica