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Chapter Six

Becky had changed into new robes. She had only been joking when she had offered to show Voldemort Hello Kitty, but it had given her an idea. If she could find out when his birthday was, then she could give him the ride of a lifetime.

But if she were to give him a birthday party, she would need a present to give him. She slipped her yarn and knitting needles out of her robes and sat on the bed. She charmed the needles to knit themselves an absolutely disgusting sweater and continued reading that book by Regulus Black. After a few minutes, she glanced at the clock. 10:37 AM. Nothing to do today, as all the Death Eaters besides her were in great pain from Voldemort's power. They were also slightly woozy from the Imperius curse she had forced Avery to put on them. No one would remember anything besides Voldemort and her. That was good. She couldn't be incriminated.

She looked forward to 10:30 tonight. She just couldn't do anything that would get in the way of her life goal of sending Voldemort to the loony bin. She also wanted to talk to someone from the Order for once. Harry, Ron and Hermione were great. But they were only children, after all. Maybe she could talk to Lupin. She had heard of Remus. Werewolf. Made him all the more interesting. She caught herself. She liked him already… because he was stranger than everyone else! He sounded nice because of WHAT he was instead of WHO he was! She was greatly annoyed with herself. I'm talking to Remus last, she decided.

The knitting needles were very quickly knitting an awful sweater, Weasley-style. It was going to be big and red, with a large green "T" on it. Then, on the back, it would say, in parentheses, "(V)." She smiled as she thought of what he would do when he saw it. Probably kill her. Oh, well. She'd do all the physical stuff first, and then let him kill her.

She lay down and tried to sleep. She had stayed up all night, decorating Death Eater masks. Every once in a while, she heard a yell as she randomly moved the mask away from where it was hiding so that it was found. Pretty pictures, she thought, smiling slightly. She drifted off to sleep.

She wasn't asleep for very long when she was awoken very abruptly by Voldemort knocking loudly on her bedchamber door. "Is Hello Kitty gone?" he called through the door.

Becky leapt silently out of bed, kicking the knitting needles and the horrible sweater under her bed, and hid the grin that was beginning to, in its heedlessness of where it was, wander across her mouth at the tone of childlike worry in Voldemort's voice.

"Yes," she called, trying not to sound like she had been napping on the evil job. "You can just waltz right on in, Tommy!" On a compulsive thought, she quickly summoned up her mouth organ and blew a couple notes which vaguely resembled a song from some big cinema movie she had heard in a commercial once. It was called "Hedwig's Theme" or something of the like. Whatever it was, it had the nifty effect of being creepy so that she was respectful of his Baldness as he entered the room, while at the same time, though she didn't know it, she was also mocking him via the famous movie.

Voldemort entered the room, robes billowing around him as he looked genuinely confused as to what in the world she was doing. She grinned around the little mouth organ and pulled it out of her mouth. Noticing him eyeing the little instrument, she offered it to him. "Would you like to try?" she asked innocently.

Voldemort snorted. This took him by surprise, of course, since he had never snorted in his life. "Of course not! I wouldn't be caught with a tiny… thing… in my mouth. I needed to talk to you about… this weekend."

Becky smiled calmly. "What about it?" she asked in her high voice.

Volders looked uncomfortable. Becky was amazed. This powerful, frightening man was nervous? She blinked, and for just one- perhaps two- milliseconds, she felt sorry for him. Trying to take over the world, trying to destroy every good person- I mean, c'mon, that HAS to get depressing. Then the feeling was gone, and the sly, slightly cruel Becky was back.

After a moment, Volders looked at the floor and said quickly, "I have a cousin, see. My mother, right before she died, put this spell on her. I can't harm my cousin because of some complications in the spell that was placed. Every time I try, it backfires on me. Which hurts a bit. Now, my cousin- her name is Debby—"

Becky burst out laughing. "Debby!" she asked, tears of mirth running down her cheeks. "Voldie-poo has a cousin named Debby?"

Voldemort glared angrily at Becky. "If you mock my name one more time," he said, furious, "you shall not live to see the light of day again." He began to walk slowly around the room. "Debby is coming down this weekend, " Voldemort continued, breathing hard. "This Saturday is… is… uh… oh, boy…" He seemed to be struggling very hard to say something. Becky waited for a moment. Finally, Voldemort finally spit out, "This Saturday is my birthday, and Debby insists on celebrating it every single year. I want you to be on your absolute best behaviour, especially with my other Death Eaters. Nothing is to go wrong."

Becky could not have been more pleased. "Of course, your Evilness!" She grinned, and summoned up a brush so that she could comb her hair. "I've gotta get ready!" She hurridly began to brush her hair, totally ignoring Voldemort informing her that it was Wednesday and that the party was actually on Saturday. Finally, Voldemort gave up and left the room. Just as he exited Becky's tiny bedchambers, she called after him, "You SURE you don't want to play the mouth organ?"

She swore she could see steam coming up from the evil man's bald head as he stalked down the hallway.