Decided to throw up another chapter, but I'd really appreciate some reviews! Pretty please:D

Save it for a Rainy Day.

It was a rainy afternoon at Death Eater Mansion. Thunder boomed overhead, and lightning illuminated the stormy grey skies.

"I'm booored," moaned Wormtail, gazing longingly out the window.

The other Death Eaters murmured their agreement.

"Lets play a game?" suggested Avery.

"Such as?" snapped Lucius. "Gobstones and chess are two player games, Avery."

"How about Hide and Seek?" piped up Amycus Carrow.

"Hide … and … Seek?" repeated Snape disdainfully. "We're Death Eaters, Carrow, do you really think anyone here will want to play Hide and –"

"I do!" cried Avery, sitting up.

"Me too!" squealed Wormtail eagerly.

"I'm not on!" said Dolohov, scrambling to the door.

"Me neither!" shouted Jugson, hurrying after him.

There was a scramble for the door, which resulted in Wormtail being on.

"That's not fair!" he complained. "I'm always It!"

"You snooze, you lose, Wormtail," scorned Bellatrix, crossing her arms. "You're It."

Snape sighed heavily. "I'll go see if the Dark Lord wants to play, shall I?" He hurried out of the room and up the stairs, knocking on the door bearing a plaque that said, "Tom's Room."

There was a pause. "Come in – er – Lucius!"

Snape cleared his throat loudly.

"I mean, Severus, of course, come in Severus!"

Snape rolled his eyes and entered the room, arranging his features into a falsely cheerful expression. "Oh well done, Master, how did you know it was me!"

"Ah," said Lord Voldemort, winking. "A true evil dictator does not reveal his secrets!"

"Of course, Master, of course. Master, myself and the rest of the Death Eaters have decided to play Hide and Seek, and we were wondering if would like to join us? That is," he added hurriedly. "If you are not too busy with far more important matters, such as new ways to dispose of the Boy."

Lord Voldemort scowled. "No, Snape, I would gladly join you in your game. I need a break from devising new means of getting rid of The Boy Who Simply Won't Die."

Snape laughed loudly. "Oh good one, Master, good one!"

Voldemort looked pleased. "It was rather … yes, well, Hide and Seek, Snape, let us play!" And he hurried eagerly down the stairs. With a mutinous look at his Master's retreating back, Snape followed.

"My Lord," said Lucius, bowing elegantly as Voldemort entered the room.

"Lucius, who is 'It'?" queried Voldemort eagerly.

"Wormtail has agreed to –"

"I was forced to," muttered Womrtail mulishly.

"Alright, count to fifty, then, Wormtail!" cried Lord Voldemort eagerly.

Looking mutinous, Wormtail turned to face the wall, closing his eyes and beginning to count. "One … two … three … "

Quickly, the Death Eaters scampered off in various directions. Jugson squeezed into the cupboard under the sink, Rabastan ran upstairs to hide under his bed, and Nott jumped on his broomstick and hovered above Wormtail.

"Quick, Snape!" whispered Voldemort as Wormtail reached twenty nine. "Where shall we hide?"

Snape glanced around the room quickly; Avery and Dolohov were behind the couch, and Bellatrix and Rodolphus had clambered into the closet.

"Er – I'm not sure my Lord. How about …" he trailed off uncertainly.

"Thirty five … thirty six … thirty seven …"

"Quickly, My Lord, behind the curtains!"

"Ah! Yes, perfect, Snape!"

They hurried behind a long, heavy velvet curtain each, just in time.

"Fort eight … forty nine … fifty!"

Wormtail turned around, wand out, and instantly found Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting on the ground with a rug over their heads, guffawing. Goyle ripped it off looking very annoyed. Wormtail continued through to the kitchen. He thought he could hear a muffled giggle, but where was it coming from? The sink! Wormtail opened the cupboard door with a flick of his wand and discovered Jugson chuckling to himself under he sink. He looked most displeased to see Wormtail's grumpy face peering down at him.

"Damn you, rat," grumbled Jugson.

Wormtail looked everywhere he could think of, stumbling across a rather busy Bellatrix and Rodolphus in a closet in the living room.

"My eyes!" screamed Wormtail, falling to the floor and rolling around in agony. "Oh Merlin's beard, I'm scarred, scarred for life! Nightmares, I'll have nightmares!"

"Get out of it, rat!" snarled Bellatrix, slamming the door shut again with a snap. "Tell the Dark Lord we're not playing anymore!"

"Come on, Wormtail," grumbled Avery, who had been discovered behind the couch. "You still haven't found Nott, Snape, or the Dark Lord."

As a matter of fact, Wormtail, and indeed the rest of the Death Eaters, had spotted Lord Voldemort long ago. The large, gleefully giggling bulge from behind the curtain was not difficult to see. However, Wormtail rather valued his one remaining hand too much to risk finding his master first.

"Er – yes … the Dark Lord …" Wormtail cast a theatrical, overly dramatic, puzzled look around the room, his eyes sweeping over the two lumps behind the curtains. "Where ever could he be?"

The bulge to the left giggled while the one on the right didn't even bother to conceal an irritated sigh.

"Where the devil is that blasted Nott?" muttered Wormtail angrily. The other Death Eaters helped Wormtail in his search, aware of the consequences for all of them if the Dark Lord did not win Hide and Seek.

Nott was still hovering gleefully above all of them, lying right down along the handle of his broomstick so he could press as close to the ceiling as possible. However, upon realising what would happen if he won, he decided, glumly, to allow himself to be found.

He gave a very loud, pronounced cough. Several heads shot up, and Wormtail screeched in delight, hopping up and down eagerly.

"Oh no," sighed Nott, rolling his eyes as he lowered himself to the ground. "Wormtail. You have found me. I lose."

A gleeful giggle sounded from the curtain, hastily (and unsuccessfully) stifled.

"Yes, but we still have to find the Dark Lord," said Wormtail loudly.

"He is too good at hiding," said Lucius in a bored tone, following Wormtail's lead.

"We will never find him," agreed Dolohov monotonously.

"This is it Snape!" hissed Voldemort eagerly to the curtain beside him. "We've won!"

"Of course," replied Snape, not bothering to lower his voice. "You are the master of disguise, my Lord."

Voldemort burst forth suddenly, his snake like face beaming with glee.

The Death Eaters hurriedly arranged their expressions into ones of utmost shock, and Amycus Carrow even pretended to faint.

"My Lord!" gasped Dolohov, holding a hand to his heart. "You gave us such a fright!"

"I'm sorry, Dolohov," said Voldemort, winking. "But I'm simply too good for you to have noticed me!"

"Oh indeed, my Lord," agreed the Death Eaters, bowing their heads.

"Oh look!" said Voldemort, pointing out the window. "The rain has stopped! Well, in that case, I think a spot of target practice is in order!"

The Death Eaters froze, looking nervously at one another.

"So," continued Voldemort, taking out his wand. "Who wants to be Harry Potter this time?"

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