A/N: Thanks to those who have reviewed! This story is also on FFnet it you would like the version without the explicit content.

I am warning you, this chapter had something seriously demented in it. I warn you that something seriously WRONG happens in this chapter. The scene isn't graphic, but it tells you what happens. This scene can be found in the uncensored version of this story on my AFForg account, listed on my profile here.

WARNINGS: See Prologue

"Dialogue"

"Parseltongue"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 2

"What do you say? My evil henchmen?" Harry drawled the offer.

They nodded eagerly.

"Well, then, I suppose my brother should meet you."

The twins looked quizzical, but they still were excited. All of a sudden, the paint on Harry's face changed. The black paint of the frown moved upwards of its own accord, stretching into and ear to ear grin. The thin strips of Harry's lips also curled upwards with the paint, turning into a manic smile. "I'm Tragedy's brother. He's so dreary and depressing, isn't he?"

The twins looked thoughtful for a moment. Then, it clicked. Harry had Multiple Personality Disorder. It was a common occurrence for those with very high power-levels. The power was so much, sometimes, that, in order for it to be wielded properly, it had to split the mind, giving each part a piece of the magic. Also, being locked up in Azkaban with the Dementors for almost fifteen years didn't help, either. The twins nodded, agreeing with Other-Harry's assessment of Tragedy.

"Oh, I'm Comedy, by the way," he said, giggling slightly. (A/N: I will refer to Harry as either Comedy or Tragedy depending upon which personality is in control, and he will often refer to himself as "we", for Comedy and Tragedy)

Comedy got up and walked weirdly around the room, as though he was trying not to hop around it. "Come up with any useful pranks lately, our evil henchmen?" he asked.

"Of course, Comedy. Do you want the funnies or the practicals?" they replied in unison.

Comedy's eyes lit up at the mention of something funny, then he frowned. "That depends on your definition of funny," he said.

The twins smirked evilly. "What's yours?" they asked.

Rather than replying verbally, Comedy conjured his trunk and pulled out one of the torture scenes, written with the word "comedy". He handed it to the twins, smiling in amusement at the picture of the man whose entrails were being pulled out through a small hole where his navel had once been. The twins looked at the picture for a second before bursting out in laughter. They howled at the thought of this happening to someone.

When they had calmed, they detailed the "funny" pranks they had come up with for Comedy, and, by the end, his chest was shaking in barely contained laughter. It was then that Comedy noticed that the banging had stopped. He shushed the twins, the ever-present grin still on his face, walked to the closet, and opened it. Ron fell onto his right ear, the one he had had pressed up against the door, trying to listen. When he had stood up, he pointed an accusing finger at Comedy. "I KNEW you were Dark, Potter."

Comedy's face contorted into a countenance of pure rage at the mention of his old surname. He grabbed Ron by the throat, lifting him off the floor with his strength, and yelled "MY NAME IS COMEDY!" in his face. He then dropped the Weasleys' youngest son in a heap on the floor, and grinned once more. "We think little Ronnie-kins has heard too much, don't you, boys?"

The twins nodded, the manic gleam still in their eyes.

"We hope you don't care much about him, do you?" Comedy asked.

They shook their heads vigorously. "We care for no one except for ourselves, and our brothers-not-by-blood."

At Comedy's curious look, they replied, "You and Tragedy." Comedy smiled, happy that the twins had remembered about him and Tragedy, not that disgusting…thing they had once been.

"Well, then. We have a friend who we think deserves a present for doing us a favor. Killed a certain Mudblood who I used to bunk with." He turned to Ron, who was glaring furiously at the memory of Dean Thomas's mutilated corpse. "Don't worry, Ronnie-kins, you'll see him eventually. We wonder how long they'll play with you…" he murmured under his breath.

Comedy then transfigured his prison robes into white shoes, black slacks, a white shirt, a black tie, and a vest that was black on the left and white on the right. On the vest, above Comedy's left breast, was stitched a white Tragedy mask, and, on Comedy's right breast, a black Comedy mask. He also had a silver pocket watch on.

"Said friend is now in a meeting." He looked at the twins. "Party crashers?" he asked. They nodded eagerly. "Well, then. Let's go." He pulled the watch from his pocket, had the twins grab Ron and hold on, and whispered, "Portus." The group felt the familiar tug behind their navel, and they were gone.

YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS

The group arrived in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Just as Ron was about to scream, Comedy put a silencing charm on him. Comedy started to walk forward, then stopped. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then waved his hand, transfiguring his normal shoes into tap shoes, so his steps clicked on the tiled floors. He then nodded in a satisfied manner, and walked off, beckoning his henchmen to follow.

They walked through the empty halls of the manor until they came to the massive doors of the ballroom. Harry could hear the faint hissing of Voldemort's voice and waved his hand at the door. They doors flew open violently, a resonating BANG! coming off when they hit the walls.

All of the Death Eaters had their wands drawn and pointed at the group of four standing in the doorway.

Comedy smiled even wider, sending shivers down everyone's spine. They could tell that this person was even more unhinged than Bellatrix. She had shivered as well. It was then that they noticed the two people who were dressed as opposites behind him. The manic gleam in their eyes certainly didn't help the shivering.

Comedy spoke then. "Oh, Tommy-boy! We brought a present for you and Drakey-poo!" he said in a high itched voice, the he giggled at his comment.

"I don't suppose you could have waited until the meeting was over?" Voldemort drawled. Comedy grinned and shook his head vigorously, as a child would. "Well, then. What is this present for myself and Draco?"

Comedy moved out of the way and the twins threw Ron onto the floor in front of Voldemort's throne. "My brother and I thought you deserved something for taking out the Mudblood," was Comedy's explanation.

Voldemort nodded. "Draco, take our new toy to the dungeons."

Draco grabbed Ron a little too tightly by the neck. "Yes, my lord."

Comedy brushed a hand through his hair, grinning evilly. This had gone better than he thought. Unfortunately, his hand caused the hair that was covering his scar to shift, which caused one of the lower level Death Eaters to see it, which caused him to shriek "IT'S HARRY POTTER!" to the group.

Comedy's face instantly turned into a mask of fiery rage. He flicked his hand and the man who had called him by that…disgusting name was suspended in the air, spread-eagled, devoid of clothes. "MY NAME IS COMEDY!" he yelled at the Death Eater. Comedy turned to look at everyone in the room. "Let this be a lesson to all of you."

****see my AFForg account for this scene, but ONLY if you can handle it****

Comedy looked upon the man who they had just finished with. Then, he howled, his roaring laugh filling the ballroom.

When Comedy had calmed, eyes still glinting in amusement, and grin still present, he said to the group, "Let this be your warning. I can restrain myself, but you have seen how much I enjoy sadism. I would love for one of you to become my toy, but, if you are nice, I won't force it upon you."

Then, Comedy turned on his heel and skipped from the room, shoes clicking on the tiled floor, leaving footprints wet from the nearly dead man's blood in his wake.

YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS

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