Chapter 8:Plan 158.4: Have a Little Kid Come to a Meeting

A/N: Yay, I thought of another chapter… :-)

"Why the hell are you following me?!" I yelled furiously at the kid trailing behind me. I was already in a bad mood, and this was compounding the problem.

For one, I had once again been banished to my office. I don't think he suspected me…much, but it still peeved me off.

Also I hadn't been able to pull a prank off in WEEKS.

It was like a 'prank block.' I had the list, but no ideas on how to pull them off. And I was starting to go 'blah' without my doses of Voldemort-induced bouts of chaos. Well….maybe not blah...

But I was getting very cranky and irritable.

Now this stupid kid is following me around, and it's starting to annoy me even worse. Like Bellatrix annoying. No wait….more than that….more like, 'little brother who's bigger than you' annoying. And that's quite possibly the most annoying you can get. (Trust me on that one.)

Believe me, this isn't looking good. It could complicate my mission.

Even if I can't figure out what my mission is, at the moment.

"But Staci," he whined. Why had I gotten stuck with babysitting? I mean really, I'm a Death Eater who is supposed to be a master at killing and the Dark Arts (none of these actually apply to me, except the Death Eater part, but STILL) and here I'm stuck taking care of a sniveling little 8 year old brat, because he stupid Death Eater parents were off on some 'big' mission.

Though, looking at this clingy idiot beside me, I'm willing to bet that they're getting some long overdue snogging done.

Lucky for them…the fact they're away from their kid, not the snogging part…that's kinda…EW

"Are you LISTENING to me?" he screamed

"Huh?" Truth is I had tuned him out,

"Why is the Dark Lord taking over the world?" he asked, looking somewhat annoyed (for a 8 year old, anyway)

"No idea," I shrugged

"Why are you a Death Eater?"

"…" inwardly I groaned, "I have no idea"

"Why don't you know?"

"I don't know"

"But……."

"Just shut up…what's your name again?" ok, bit of an ADD moment…but I really didn't remember the kid's name…he was just…the kid

"It's Liam" he glared at me

Seriously, a kid, half my age just GLARED at me.

If I were you, I'd be frightened, these kids are our FUTURE.

"Uh, ok, sorry," fortunately it didn't faze me too much.

"I'm bored," he announced

Duh, I am too. What does he expect in a dark, dreary, building, with an evil overlord residing in it? The only way I get my kicks is by taking out my boredom (or anger) on Voldy.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked sarcastically. Those parents better get back soon. Or I might jump off a balcony. Better yet, throw Liam of a balcony.

It'd solve all our problems.

"Death Eater meeting in 5 minutes!"

…Except that one…

"Damn," I swore under my breath.

"What's a Death Eater Meeting?" Liam asked, all innocent like…for a little terror

"It's……" suddenly a great idea popped into my head, as I grabbed my handy-dandy list and jotted down Plan #156.4. Oh this will be good…

"Well, Liam, you'll just have to come with to find out!" smiling sweetly, I grabbed his hand and hauled him down to the meeting room.

"Meeting 895….why's there a kid in this room?" Voldemort cut his normal speech short when he saw the little brown haired child, sitting in a (once) empty chair, and staring at him with wide brown eyes.

"I'm baby-sitting for Death Eaters on a mission," I explained. Voldemort gave me a strange look, but continued the meeting.

After about a half-hour I noticed Liam getting very antsy. One thing I do know about kids is that, you cannot get them to sit still and be quiet. It's like, physically impossible.

So it didn't surprise me when, five minutes later, I heard his voice, whispering in my ear.

"Is the windbag DONE yet?" he whispered frantically.

Did I mention that it is also impossible for them to whisper correctly? His voice was loud enough so that everyone, including Voldy, could hear him. Mort-vort turned red (not from embarrassment, but anger) but kept lecturing.

"Liam, shut up," I whispered back, though I was cheering on the inside. It was all going according to plan.

"But he's BORING!"

"Is there a problem with my speaking?" the old coot rounded on us. I pretended shock and dismay.

"I TOLD him to shut it…" I shrugged

"But this is STUUUUUPPPPPIIIIIIIIDDDDD" Another thing about kids, they have an AMAZING ability to stretch a word out.

Voldemort's eyes turned to slits (even more so) and his face was beet red. I'm really glad that I'm not Liam at the moment….

Ok, so later when his parents came back I had to explain why their son was tied to a spinning ceiling fan gagged and locked in a room.

They were, surprisingly, understanding; after all, I didn't have any control over what their son had said. Also the fact that Voldemort is an evil dirt bag tyrant, who has anger management issues, might have had to do something with it.

Parents understand that kids can't sit still during 'important' meetings.

This is why they lock 'em in playpens.

To top this mission off, Moldy-voldy isn't mad at me……seeing as how I was doing something productive (for once)

And I feel better……for now. –Evil-ish laugh-