Good evening everyone, or, for those of you in different time zones, good night and good morning! I expect that many of you have been wondering about Dolohov and his mysterious disappearances for days into the back of his wardrobe, well, as those of you who have read the other chapters will have deduced, it is no ordinary wardrobe…
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Dolohov and his wardrobe
Antonin Dolohov ate his breakfast quickly, watched in awe by Snape and Rodolphus Lestrange.
"You seem to be in a hurry," Snape said. As it was the Easter holidays, he had returned from Hogwarts and moved back into his room. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," Dolohov replied, not meeting Snape's eyes.
"You know," Rodolphus added. "I think you really need a new wardrobe."
Dolohov froze.
"No I don't," he said tensely. "My one's fine."
"But that old thing's so battered," Snape said. "Surely you don't want it, I mean; it's not as if it's magic or anything."
"Magic? My wardrobe?" Dolohov said in a strangely high pitched voice. "Whatever would give you that idea?" And with that he hurried out of the room.
"It's magic." Snape said to Rodolphus when he had gone.
"Oh yeah." Rodolphus replied.
Dolohov scrambled into his wardrobe, pushed aside the various black robes and pink dress and ran to the back. Hoping to fell snow beneath his shoes and the cold of the forest, he was surprised to instead feel himself collide with solid wood.
"Ow! What the-" He stood up, rubbing his head. He touched the back of the wardrobe again, it was wood!
"No!" He cried, banging furiously on it.
"Something the matter?" Snape said, smirking at Dolohov from outside the wardrobe.
"No," Dolohov replied, climbing out.
"Oh sorry, I forgot to tell you," Snape sneered. "We swopped your wardrobe with the one in the dark lord's bedroom."
"What? Why?" Dolohov asked.
"Because he wanted it!" Snape said sharply. "Not disagreeing with our master's decisions are we?" He asked, giving Dolohov a nasty smile.
"No," Dolohov said, trying to conceal his panicked expression. "I was just surprised." As soon as Snape left, Dolohov kicked his new wardrobe angrily. He had to get his old one back!
That night, Dolohov crept across the landing. It was midnight, and all of the Death Eaters were asleep. He carefully opened Lord Voldemort's door and tiptoed inside the room. Voldemort was snoring in his bed, a teddy bear in his arms.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Dolohov whispered to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, it levitated a little way off the ground. Unfortunately, Voldemort had stacked a row of books on top of it and they came crashing down onto the floor, in his fright, Dolohov dropped the spell and the wardrobe fell to the ground with a thud.
Voldemort snorted loudly and began to move. Quickly, Dolohov rushed over to his side and began to sing quietly.
"Go to sleep, lord Voldemort…
Have sweet dreams tonight…
When you wake, dawn will break…
And a new day
begins…
Kick Wormtail, boss us around…
Destroy Harry Potter…
'Till night comes around."
He glanced at Voldemort, who was snoring peacefully again. Satisfied that his singing had worked, Dolohov whispered the spell again and levitated the wardrobe again.
The tricky part was getting it through the door, but somehow he managed, and levitated it happily along the corridor and into his room.
He put it down in one corner and levitated the other one, out of the door, along the corridor, and back into Voldemort's room. He positioned it carefully, and very steadily lowered it to the ground. He dropped the spell and the wardrobe fell to the floor with a crash.
"What's going on?" Voldemort cried, waking up and sitting up, staring around the room. He caught sight of Dolohov.
"Dolohov!" He cried. "How dare you wake me up! Crucio!"
Dolohov stared at his master who was brandishing a pencil at him instead of his wand.
"What are you doing in here?" Voldemort asked, throwing down the pencil.
"I-was…" Dolohov stammered.
"You were trying to get your wardrobe back weren't you," Voldemort grinned.
"No!" Dolohov cried.
"Well it won't work!" Voldemort replied. "You need to get up pretty early in the morning to pull the wool over my eyes! Now back to bed! Some of us need our beauty sleep."
Dolohov left the room, grinning to himself. At least he had his wardrobe back.
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Hope you enjoyed that, Dolohov and his wardrobe had to come in somewhere.
The next chapter is the one many of you have been waiting for, and as soon as I have put this up, I will start writing it straight away! Look out for chapter fourteen! 'An exclusive view into the mind of Barty Crouch' where all questions will be answered…