CHAPTER SIX: The infamous Top 8.
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Lord Voldemort was not only a bearer of great evil, but also remained to be quite a trend-setter. You see, it all started late one night after a particularly disfunctional Death Eater Convention. Yours Truly (Voldemort) had apparated home hung his robes and slipped off his expensive boots and walked into a nearby room only to find Dolohov and Rodolphus Lestrange at his computer.
"Hello, Master" they chorused in fear.
He gave the startled trespassers a very unplesant look. "This explains your absence from the Convention tonight. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
It was quite for a little while.
"How come we're not on your Top 8?" replied Lestrange, after a bout of awkward silence. "I mean, we've been pretty damn loyal and bloody Wormtail gets to be number one, I didn't even know he had a myspace!"
Voldemort looked at him with an icy silence and reached for his wand. "CRUCIO!"
Lestrange flinched in terrible pain, trying not to show it.
"Nobody tells the Dark Lord to rearrange his Myspace Top 8."
Dolohov remained silent in fear of punishment. "Forgive us, Master."
Lestrange didn't give up. "C'mon, atleast make me number 6! Take Snape off, you know as well as I do he's probably working for the Order."
Voldemort was loosing patience. "CRUCIO!"
Lestrange yelped as he twitched in agony, once again. It really wasn't worth it.
After one last crucio the home invaders decided it best to apparate and go their separate ways. Dolohov said he had urgent buisness to do in Knockturn Alley and Lestrange had to get back to the Wife. Voldemort was left to his solitude.
He poured himself a drink and sat to check his comments; another stupid muggle asking to have his babies…a whole bunch of bullitens about absolutley nothing signifigant to him…oh, woe was the miserable life of the Dark Lord. Perhaps it was time to try and kill Harry Potter again. Or maybe, just for fun he'd see if Harry had a Myspace and try to send him a nasty computer virus.
Voldemort relished his brillance. Yes, definatley a nasty computer virus.
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