Well, okay, it's short, so I'm taking this time to say this:

Thank you thank you thank you thank you, all my amazing reviewers! You make my day! I'll take ideas if you have any, in return to your fantastic support!!!

And also here's another a Ginny's fabled stories… I was rereading some of my stuff, blah blah blah, and I realized that I was indeed cracking a lung, just from reading "Voldemort appeared only two inches from Snapes face." I guess the idea of Voldemort being really up in your bubble is funny… when it's not your bubble being invaded.

DC: Man… this is so time consuming… I don't own anything, k? Geez…

"[enter funny quote, uberhaxxor of pwnage"

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Over the cave's entrance, there were the crude symbols that said "MaLFoy MaNor"

A curtain of deer hide served as a door, and beyond that the caveren honeycombed off into different "rooms"

Inside, Voldemort with a larger than typically thought to be normal forehead arranged his loincloth. It was the latest style: Leopard print with specially blood-matted fur. It was all the rage in Mesopotamia.

The attire was special, because today the UPS homo-sapian would be bringing his newest development.

"Sir." Snape said by the deerskin. "Package for you."

"Good." Voldemort grunted. "Me want package for me. Bring here now!"

"Yes." Snape said, and left, swinging himself on his knuckles.

The Dark Lord waited and waited for his useful Minion to return, but no such luck. Annoyed, he finally went to the foyer. He found Snape attempting to hold the package while walk with it. It was quite difficult, and Voldemort could immediately see why Snape had taken so long. Multi-tasking was not anything to be underestimated.

He kindly took the package from Snapes struggling hands, and opened it in the foyer. Inside the rock box, lay the tools of his domination.

There was a little pile of lint, a shiny rock, and some metal.

"Fi-yah!" Voldemort cackled, "I fire now!"

"Sir, you scary." Snape cowered.

"Mwa ha ha ha ha!"

The fire sparked and leapt from the lint to the rock box, which, because the laws of physics hadn't been invented yet, caught fire. The amazing lights mesmerized Voldemort and Snape, until the whole house spontaneously-combusted.

Luckily, they were both magical, so they lived, just barely. As the Death Eaters crawled out from the stone rubble, Bellatrix saw a button, a red one, and pressed it, because it was shiny, and couldn't read the words that said: Dude, pressing this button would totally throw off my groove's vibes, man.

The sun went out, not to be re-lit by the cigar butt of the sky for quite some time.

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AN: Yes, I know, it's short. I probably wouldn't even be using it, but I set up for it in Ye Get Medieval, and I couldn't resist poking fun at Neanderthal Voldy.