Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling. NOT. I am Qatherinn Beta. NOT J.K. Rowling. As EVERYONE in the world knows, she wrote Harry Potter, and I didn't. I am writing about Sue Ellen Lanette, but NOT Harry Potter. Thank you for your time.

And now, on to chapter five!

Chapter Five

Becky smiled. A good thing that she knew that Harry had an invisibility cloak. It came in useful. She muttered the Banishing spell, then, as the cloak zoomed off and out through her bedroom window, she muttered the Summoning charm. Death Eater masks flew from odd places, such as behind a picture, beneath a rug, or down from the attic. She gathered them up as they flew her way. She grinned and pulled out her supplies. She ran back to her room, sat carefully on her bed, and began to work...

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Voldemort woke up to the same nightmare as he had earlier that night. He glanced at his clock, gave a snarl, as it was 9:37 in the morning, and ran out of the room. He flew down the hallway towards the living room, robes billowing around him, feet stomping down onto the floor, raising dust. It must be an odd sight, to see an evil villain running madly through a house, red eyes shining from empty sockets.

His ears must not be working right, he thought, shivering again as he thought, once more, of waking dreams. Something in the living room sounded like music. Very annoying music, to tell the truth. He strained to hear it better. Banjo? he wondered. Yep, a banjo, sopranos, tenors, basses, melody, and harmony... it was beautiful! He hated it.

He tried to recognize the tune. He attempted to understand the words, but he didn't hear any, just a banjo, background "aaaaah-ing," and a whistling noise.

He was right outside the door. He reached for the doorknob, then stopped in horror as the music swelled immensely, pounding out at him. It was sweet. It was beautiful. It was terrible.

Becky.

He threw the door open. His Death Eaters' voices were pounding out at him, beautifully singing a wonderful song with odd words. He didn't understand what they were singing. It sounded like:

Sakura, Sakura...

Over and over again. It was annoying. It was his Death Eaters' voices singing about Japanese cherry blossoms. He didn't know this, of course. But that's what it was, just the same.

Becky was nowhere in the room. Lucius was in the corner, whistling and playing the banjo very well. Bella was dancing around in the middle of the room. Avery was the only one not being weird. He was standing in the corner of the room, grinning madly as he watched the Death Eaters singing. Voldemort strode over to him, frowning.

"Did you do this?" he asked in a deadly voice.

Avery grinned smugly. "Yes, I did," he said in a hollow voice, smiling widely.

Voldemort didn't notice the odd voice quality. "Crucio!" he cried, pointing his wand at Avery. He immediately screamed, and he flopped to the floor, twitching and quivering in pain.

After about ten seconds, Voldemort lifted the curse. "Why... did... you... do... this?" he asked, in an angry hiss.

Avery looked genuinely confused. "Waddya mean?" he asked, and then looked at the Death Eaters seemingly for the first time. "Whoa!" he almost managed to squeak, but he was interrupted by another bout of the Cruciatus curse.

He lay on the floor, moaning, as Voldemort put the Cruciatus curse on every one of them. This broke the Imperius curse that was upon them. It also caused them a severe little bitty bit of intense pain, but Voldemort didn't particularly care.

He stormed from the room, whirling down the hall, severely annoyed that the only good Death Eater was the most annoying thing in the world.

He turned into her bedroom and shouted angrily, "GET UP!" Becky jerked awake, practically soaring upwards, hair flying everywhere. Then, as she noticed that it was Voldemort, she grinned, bounced out of bed, and said cheerfully, "My, sir, you look particularly menacing today!"

He promptly whirled around again and disappeared from the room.

She grinned. Silently, she held up her fingers… that were clad in the finger puppets. "Three..." Voldemort-puppet said, followed by Harry-puppet saying, "Two..." and Bella stretched to Becky's wand. Bella picked it up and waved it, moving the carpet in the hallway over two inches. Exposing a Death Eater mask.

Bella whispered, "ONE!" just as a shriek rent the air. Voldemort ran back into her room. "You!" he screamed. She looked scared as her master ran, wild-eyed, into the room.

"Me?" she asked. "What did I do?"

"You," Voldemort snapped, looking deadly, "are weird, annoying, and are the only lucid person in this house besides myself. Can you explain this?"

He held up the mask with a shaking hand. Scrawled across the front of it were the words, "YOU ARE MY SON. GET YOUR MAGIC OUT OF MY HOUSE. TOM."

Becky sighed. "Your house," she said, in a way that one would explain that the sky is blue to someone very stupid, "is being haunted by the ghost of your father. He probably did this last night. I suppose that you being here for a long period of time has made him decide to terminate you. He doesn't know," she added, smiling, "that you are LORD Voldemort, and that you can't die."

She turned to her wardrobe. "Please leave," she said cheerfully.

"Don't tell me what to-" Voldemort began, but Becky cut him off.

"I need to change into new robes. Unless you want to see my Hello Kitty underwear?" She grinned evilly-- just like Voldemort, in fact-- as he ran from the room, eyes wide as he thought of what Hello Kitty could look like. Seeing as it was coming from her, probably something disgusting.