HI Everybody! Sorry about not updating in 5 days. Funny thing about sleepovers. Your parents can do things behind your back easier. Those things are buying plane tickets to visit aunts in Rhode Island. Funny thing about Rhode Island, that people forget to mention, there are thunder and lighting storms at night when you are typing on a laptop and listening to Goo Goo dolls. You see, the lightning hits the telephone pole that the phone is connected to, that the computer is connected to. Then the lights go off. That means the power Is out. That means I lost chapter 11. That means that I was held back by several cousins attempting to stop me from destroying the computer with a shovel from the fireplace. And then school starts, and you then realize that slacking off kind of gets you screamed out…any who, sorry about the long update, more reviews might…well…(coughs) speed things up?
…Anyway…Tomfeltonismine34 is god knows where, so things are going pretty slowly and since Tomfeltonismine34 is correcting my mistakes and telling me to not have so much dumb humor…you'll see.
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The Trip Of elf wine
It was a quiet morning for Stitch. His usual chores for his Mistress were complete, so the only thing he was instructed to do was wait for the young Master. He hobbled along towards his mistress room, where the fireplace was conveniently located, humming a tune that he had once heard while he went shopping at the smuggle stores 5 miles down the hill from his Masters manor.
You might wonder how a houself (SP?) could be able to walk in a nonmagic town without getting at least a few stairs, but house elf's do have magic. To the nonmagical eye, it would just be a considerably small man or woman, depending on the elf.
But, the reason why Stitch was shopping at the muggle town was one simple answer turned complicated by ihartKakashi101. To hear Rumors. True Madame Malfoy despised non-magic folk (the polite term for what she calls them) but she was terribly curious to hear how they were managing with You-Know-Who. Of course, Narcissi Malfoy was too high in the Wizarding society to venture to a muggle town, so she sent Stitch.
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"Poor, poor master, mean ministry shouldn't have taken master…master will be happy with Stitch when master comes home…master won't throw Stitch down the stairs throwing Mistresses grand piano after." Stich murmured in between breaths.
Stitch entered his Mistress room where he saw his Mistress sitting on a handsome green loveseat, sipping some elf mead wine that Stitch had gotten for her.
Stitch was pleased with himself that the Mistress was looking much more alive and happier since the young master had returned from his mission at Hogwarts.
"Oh, good, Stitch, it seems that my son and the others are late getting here, please wait by the doors for anyone, the Dark Lord is in the study, so do not disturb him." Madame Malfoy said when she saw the head house elf walk into the room.
Stitch nodded his head. "Yes my Lady." Stitch said with pride, and why not? Stitch was an extremely happy House elf. He lived with a noble pureblood family with the other house elves. He was the head house elf, and he didn't have that nuisance Dobby any more.
It took Stitch 15 minutes to reach the huge double doors where he stood. Swinging on his feet as he waited. A few House elves' came by the doors for orders, so he instructed them to set up the Library for a meeting and bring wine. They squeaked a "Yes sir!"
Stitch almost cried with pride as saw them run off to get ready.
A few moments later
"Mother, is everything ready?"
Stitch stood up straighter, having heard his young masters voice.
"Yes, the Dark Lord is in the study and wishes not to be disturbed." Mistress answered.
"It is a pleasure to see you again my dear." Said a dark low voice that Stitch tried to recognize as he heard footsteps from the top of the staircase leading into a vast hall descend closer to where he was waiting.
"Oh Wilson dear! It's been so long!" cried his Mistress. "Don't tell me this is Xavier who you have been speaking so highly off."
Stitch saw a young man with black hair in spikes; he had the most amazing green eyes, stand near Master Wilson, whose silver hair and eyebrows brought out the eye patch over his. They were exactly on top of the huge staircase.
"I'm afraid so Narcissi, are we late?" Master Wilson asked.
'No one else has arrived.' Stitch wanted to answer, but he knew the punishment for speaking when not spoken too, he was rather jumpy around the oven since that day.
"Stitch, has anyone come." The Mistress commanded.
"No Madam."
The Mistress sighed and said softly, "The Dark Lord does not like to be kept waiting."
At this point, they all shuddered as they remembered past Experiences, Xavier's being…
FLASHBACK
The Dark Lord stood in front of a big group, discussing plans of destroying a huge bridge in London.
"I believe it would be like that saying, "Taking candy from a baby." Voldemort hissed as a few followers chuckled.
Xavier, having heard this, spoke up saying, "Of course, SOME of us might find it harder than others." And then made a point of staring at Voldemort Mockingly.
END FLASHBACK
Xavier ribs still hurt from those curses that were shot at him, hey, it WAS funny!
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Malfoy remembered joking around with Goyle and saying in clear hearing shot from Snape, another of The Dark Lords names, "The-man-who-let-the-boy-live."
Malfoy promptly gave up being a comedian after that.
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Narcissi remembered going to a party once, and getting so drunk that she had taking a pair of finger closely resembling Voldemort and Harry Potter and reenacting all of Harry's victories over the Dark Lord in an extremely childish way. Unfortunately, she had done them in squeaky voices.
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And Wilson? Heck, all he did was mutter a HINT That Voldemort is only a character in a book and will never triumph.
…. Well, he was incredibly cynical at those moments on having lost yet another apprentice, who could blame him?
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Hell, Voldemort was more pissed off at any one who mentioned that Harry Potter was his son. Damn Fan Fictions, Damn Mary Sues, like he would really do it with a mud-blood or anyone else for that matter…although…Michael Jackson….
Voldemort rubbed his temples furiously. He really needed to go kill someone. He was feeling to goody sitting in this armchair.
He held up his head when he heard a knock at the door.
"In." He hissed.
Narcissi, Wilson, Draco, and Xavier entered the room. They all knelled on the floor.
"Sir, no one else has arrived." Narcissi stated, and looked like she was speaking to the floor, rather than the man who was sitting in the chair.
"Do I look that bad?" Voldemort asked dryly.
"Sir…?" Draco glanced up quickly.
"Hn, any way, who have the Ministry hired to attempt to stop me?"
"The Teen Titans." Wilson answered.
Voldemort stared at them, and started to chuckle.
"An American team? Whatever happened to highly trained Aurors? Order of the Eagles?"
"Ermmm…its…Order of the Phoenix."
Voldemort waved at his left hand in impatience.
"Either way, they are hormonal teenagers with no real powers."
"Well…"
"Yes I know about the Roth girl, I have met her father, charming fellow, but really, they don't honestly stand a chance. As I said, they are hormonal."
"We shall use it as an advantage, Draco, Xavier, do what you know to do." Narcissi said with a smirk on her face.
Draco and Xavier both shared confused glances.
"Make snide remarks?" asked Draco.
"What he said?" asked Xavier.
"Taunt?" asked Draco.
"Woo girls?" asked Xavier.
Voldemort was now paying no attention to them, but speaking to his snake in parssoul tongue. Narcissi was smacking her head with her hand rapidity, and Wilson took some wine gulped it down harshly,
"That's it." Voldemort said sternly to the young men.
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Stitch was now looking around nervously. His Mistress and Masters had entered the Library and had left him with no orders.
They soon exited, his Mistress glaring at the young master.
"Don't act snidely next time, think of your father!" She whispered harshly.
"I can't take it Mother!"
"Then learn to!" Narcissi hissed at Draco, then nodded at the other two and made her way up the stairs.
"You do realize how hard it is for her too see you in danger?" Wilson asked as they made their way up the grand staircase and towards Narcissi room.
"Be Grateful too have someone worried about you." X whispered so quietly that Stitch had to lean forward to hear him.
The Men all stopped at the top, X staring straight ahead, Draco shifting his eyes guiltily, and Wilson looking at the both of them without really seeing them.
Draco finally then acknowledged Stitch's existence. "Go away Stitch." He commanded.
Stitch squawked a "Yes Master!' and hurried too the kitchens too start breakfast.
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School started……………………….NO!
Sigh, if all of you thought my updates were slow, they'll be slower thanks to 8th grade and a damn Constitution test. So, I might put Teens vs. Magic on delay for just 2 weeks, who knows, if I get enough reviews (puts on evil face, then realizes its sad face, so throws it off and looks around for a pile of faces to find evil face, then lets out a "AHA!") readers are now thoroughly disgusted while author grins like a cat.