For a moment, everybody stood around, unsure of what to do, shooting furtive looks at Voldemort and Bellatrix, who stood in the end of the room, pouring over a script and making corrections. From here I could smell that the ink was non-removable. But who was I to tell the most feared wizard and witch in the last century to follow the copyright laws? After a minuet, everybody broke into small groups and began to talk in low voices. Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking about finding the Horcruxes in very loud voices, two feet away from Voldemort. Sirius was reading The Deathly Hollows very pointedly, turning pages very noisily, and reading bits of it aloud, especially the bits were Mr. Malfoy, Bellatrix, Voldemort, or death eaters in general were being idiots. Malfoy was looking like he wanted to curse him, and a group of boys had gathered around him, commenting rudely on the action. I rolled my eyes at him, and he shrugged as if to say "What? I'm reading, aren't I?"

Ron broke away from his group and came over to me.

"What is it?"

"I'm hungry."

"You are always hungry, Ron."

"But I want something to eat."

"We don't have anything."

"Well, just conjure it up, then."

I looked around, the raised my voice.

"Who's hungry?"

Nearly everybody raised his or her hands.

"Ok then-room of requirement, get us some food."

Immediately, a very small plate of donuts appeared. Ron stuffed them in to his mouth.

"Mm, thwer gwroofd. Cren I nuff sctroom mruure?" he mumbled with his mouth full.

"You just ate the whole plate."

"Swoworye."

"That's revolting Ron." Scolded Hermione.

"Room, lets have a LOT more donuts." I said, loudly.

Immediately, about thirteen plates of Dunkin Donuts appeared. There was a mad rush as everybody stormed towards the food.

"Give me the last jelly donut Seamus, or I'll give you a detention."

"Hey, you stole my donut!"

"But I don't like Apple Cinnamon!"

"Give me the glazed!"

"Hey, you made me drop it!"

"Wanna trade? I have a chocolate!"

"No-I'm allergic to chocolate."

"Give it back!"

"Mmm!"

Everybody was talking at once, trading donuts and arguing, laughing as they pleaded with their friends for "The last one-please?" crumbs were flying and everybody was quickly getting high on sugar. Only Bellatrix and Emma Dobbs, a tall, thin Ravenclaw were not taking part in the donut-y fun. Even Voldemort was munching on a snake-shaped cinnamon donut. Bellatrix was standing with her arms crossed, mumbling to herself, and texting somebody on a sleek black cell phone with the dark mark on it. Emma Dobbs was having a very loud freak-out that had something to do with calories and peer pressure. Her friends Susan and Padma were hovering around her, alternating between offering soothing advice, and chomping down on super-sized gingerbread donuts with multicolored sprinkles and white icing. To be honest, I didn't think that was helping. In fact, just as I was considering going over there to intervene, She screamed something that sounded very incomprehensible, and ran out of the room, tipping over a plate of donuts as she ran. We all stared after her, shocked. I raised my eyebrows at Susan, who shrugged as if to say, "Well, what can we do? She's nuts." Suddenly, I noticed that there was only one donut on the plate. It was Boston cream pie, my favourite. I plucked it of the plate and demolished it as everybody stared. Well, I was the director.

I swallowed. "Ok-can somebody go get her? We need to start 'at the end of the day'. Who wants to go?"

"I will! Said Susan.

" I-err-don't think that that's the best idea. Lily- can you go, please. " She smiled her assent, green eyes sparkling. " Just be back soon, you're in the next scene to."

"Sure."

After she was gone, I turned back to the cast, just in time to see Fred handing something to Voldemort. Not a good idea, in my opinion. Knowing Fred, it could be anything, and also knowing that Harry was determined to see him dead, it was probably fatal. Not that that was bad, but I was loath to let Voldemort die for two reasons. One-It wasn't in the book, naturally, I'd be the one being blamed for this unfaithful-to-the-books disaster, and two-Bellatrix would KILL me. I looked closer. It was another snake-shaped donut. Which I was POSITIVE that there had only been one of. I opened my mouth to warn Voldemort, but before I could, he had bitten in the donut. For a moment, as Voldemort chewed and the twins snickered, nothing happened. Then, after a second of agonizing silence, there was a bang and a cloud of smoke! Flames! Clouds of ash! Screams! The Dark Lord was gone! Harry slapped Fred a jubilant high five, just as a piercing scream rent the air with sorrow.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screamed Bellatrix, throwing herself down on the floor on top of a giant scorch mark. "No! My lord, my lord, my lord…" she raised her face, stained with tears and contorted in anger, and pointed her wand at Fred. "You." She hissed, her voice dangerously low. " You. You killed my master, you killed the Dark Lord! You shall suffer dearly for this! CRUCIO!" Thankfully, though, she was so upset that her spell missed by a thread. The spell instead hit the boom pads, which exploded with enough force to scare most of the cast, and she collapsed in a heap of tears. "Oh my Lord, oh my lord…." To be honest, I was shocked. I had never seem my tough, brutal, fierce older sister cry before. To be honest, it was sort of scary. To be honest, I think we were all scared. We all huddled around the mess of spotlights, watching Bellatrix's wild sobs with wide, terrified eyes. Seeing a famously evil Dark Witch have a breakdown is not something that happened everyday, not even in Hogwarts.

"And I thought I'd seen it all…" murmured George to Harry, with a grin. Harry nodded, not taking his eyes off the phone, with which he was filming Bellatrix. I reached out and slapped the phone out of his hand. It fell to the ground and exploded. To be honest, I was mildly surprised. It had been years since I'd blown something up.

"Not nice, not funny." I snarled at George. "That was NOT a good idea. You have no idea how much-"

At that moment, the door flew open! Standing in the doorway were Lily Potter and a very tear-streaked Emma Dobbs. I saw in an instance, their eyes take in the strange scene. The dark witch, crying and sobbing on the floor, her hair emitting fiery sparks, the huge scorch mark, all of us huddled around the edge of the room. Lily raised her eyebrows at me. I motioned to George with an expression of despair.

"What hap-"

She was interrupted as the door flew open, once again. It was Voldemort. We all gasped. He regarded Bellatrix with thinly veiled disgust. Fred swore, very loudly. Bellatrix look up, and gasped, throwing herself at her lords feet.

"My lord…. Oh My lord…"

"That's enough, Bella." His acid, chilly, voice cut the air like a knife through a donut. She stood shakily, all tears gone from her eyes. He turned to Fred. We all held our breath.

"Good one redhead." He said, giving the twins a thumbs up. Ok. That was NOT how things were supposed to have turned out. Well, name it and it will happen in show biz, that's what they always say. And you just gotta go with it. So I did.

"Alright everybody! Now that Lily and Emma are back, we can start the next song. Places, please!"