Greetings everyone! As promised last time, the others will get their revenge on Barty for all of the jokes he pulled on them. Read on to find out how…

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The Death Eaters on April Fools day

Lord Voldemort peered around his bedroom door cautiously. He had checked his calendar, and realised, to his horror, that it was April Fools day. Lord Voldemort had lots of Death Eaters, short, tall, stupid, clever, but there was one, the youngest and the most immature, who simply loved pulling practical jokes on everyone. So far, this Death Eater had turned Wormtail into an owl, stuck him in an anti gravity chamber, eaten all of his maltesers and housed owls in his room. This Death Eater was Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort stepped out of the door cautiously and tiptoed across the landing, he knocked on Lucius Malfoy's door nervously.

"Who is it?" Came the reply from inside.

"It's me you imbecile!" Voldemort snapped.

"Oh good," Lucius sighed. "Come in."

Voldemort opened the door and walked into the room.

"Is he out there?" Lucius asked; who was hiding under his covers.

"No," Voldemort replied. "Have you seen him yet?"

"No," Lucius said. "Nobody's got up yet, everyone's too scared to come out of their rooms."

"What?" Voldemort said. "But who's going to make my breakfast?"

"Er, you sir?" Lucius suggested timidly.

"No, we have a rota," Voldemort replied. "On Monday it's Rodolphus, on Tuesday it's Dolohov, on Wednesday it's Wormtail, on Thursday it's Macnair so today it must be…" he trailed off in horror as he saw the name on the list. "Oh no," he said. "Oh no no no no no."

"What?" Lucius asked.

"Fridays," Voldemort replied, pointing at the rota. "Barty Crouch Junior."

"How could this happen?" Lucius asked.

"I don't know," Voldemort replied. "But I am NOT going down there." Suddenly, a voice came calling up from the kitchen.

"Oh my lord!" It called, in a horribly familiar voice. "Your breakfast is ready!"

"It's him!" Voldemort cried desperately. "What shall I do?"

"Say you're not hungry," Lucius replied.

"I'm not hungry!" Voldemort called back down the stairs.

"All right then," Barty replied. "I'll just eat this toast and jam myself then."

Voldemort froze.

"Did you say jam?" He asked.

"My lord, no!" Lucius cried.

"What kind of jam?" Voldemort asked, ignoring Lucius.

"Strawberry," came the voice from downstairs. "And I cut off the crusts just like you like it."

"Well then how can I say no?" Voldemort asked, racing downstairs.

"NOOOOO!" Lucius yelled, leaping out of his bed in vibrant pink pyjamas, as Lord Voldemort's weakness for strawberry preserves sent him speeding towards his doom.

"Where's the jam?" Voldemort asked as he raced into the kitchen, suddenly, he was jerked upwards by a piece of rope, and before he knew it, was suspended upside down in the air, Barty cackling hysterically on the other side of the room.

"BARTY!" Voldemort cried. "Just wait until I get down from here!"

The other Death Eaters suddenly burst into the room, took one look at their suspended master and their laughing comrade, and glared.

"Er, hi guys, Barty said as the Death Eaters advanced menacingly on him, brandishing strawberry jam. "Now let's not throw jam at anyone too hastily."

"Too late," Snape said. "We'll give you two seconds to run."

"This is ridiculous," Barty said nervously, backing away slowly.

"FIRE!" They yelled, and began firing jam at him. At last they had their revenge.

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There you go! Barty is splattered in jam!

I think that he has been in too many of the stories so far, so I shall now focus on the other Death Eaters, mainly because Barty goes all depressed and sulks in his room for a long time after this and doesn't really do much. Next chapter is focused on Wormtail! Thanks for reading!