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WARNINGS: See Prologue

"Dialogue"

"Thoughts"

"Parseltongue"

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

Chapter 4

Then, Comedy sent out a small burst of magic, calling Frown and Grin to him. Fred and George followed suit. When they each had a hand on their familiars, or, in Frown's case, a shoulder under them, Comedy pulled out his pocket watch. "Goodbye," he said cheerily after the twins had grabbed on, and they disappeared with a whispered "Portus".

Just as they left, a small piece of thick black parchment, which Albus could tell had several protection charms on it, fluttered out of Comedy's vest and onto the ground. After checking it for hexes, jinxes and curses, Albus picked it up and looked at it. On one side, in blood-red ink, were the Comedy and Tragedy masks, only, these were full of scars, and the grin on the Comedy mask was toothy and feral.

On the other side, it read Comedy, Tragedy, Yin and Yang can be found at The Theatre, Number 7 Fabula Lane, Little Hangleton.

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Little Hangleton was not a large town. It was small, a village. In fact, the only reason this small village even existed sat atop a small hill too far away from Greater Hangleton to be considered within the city, hence the formation of Little Hangleton.

In this village, there was the normal assortment of shops and homes, most muggle. There were a few wizarding homes in this small community, including Riddle Manor, the large home sitting atop a hill that caused the founding of this community.

Another of these wizarding dwellings was Number 7 Fabula Lane, or, as the residents of the town referred to it, The Theatre. Its name came from what it used to be: a theater. A grand theater at that. It was what had let the community thrive in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. It was known not only for its grandeur and being rather ostentatious, but also for its near perfect renditions of Shakespearian plays. It had been closed down during World War II, and never reopened since the owner and lead actor had died in combat. Now, it was inhabited by four people and their familiars.

At this moment, a small man, who could easily pass for a teenager, was meditating. It was daytime, something he was still not accustomed to since his time in the dank and dark prison of Azkaban, and he did not want to go outside.

Tragedy sat on the floor, practicing his meditating technique. He was attempting to learn Occlumency, which was nigh on impossible with an extra person in your mind. Not that he needed to, no one could find anything except for him and Comedy in the mess that was their psyche.

Nevertheless, Tragedy was trying to learn it. He had read in books that for people with very high power levels and MPD, it was possible to learn Occlumency, but that there was a side-effect of sorts, something not listed, only theorized in one of the books. In said books, it was theorized that, if the wizard was powerful enough, the other part of the mind could be given a physical manifestation, while keeping the mind intact, yet allowing Occlumency to be learned. This worked because Occlumency worked as more of physical barrier, literally a wall of magic around the brain that prevented intrusion. By physically separating the mind, yet keeping the psyche still intact, as in two separate brains with a total mind-link, it would be possible for the brain to organize itself enough to learn and utilize Occlumency.

Tragedy had been trying to achieve this since sunrise, around six in the morning, and it was quickly becoming five in the afternoon.

At five thirty, Tragedy decided to give it a rest for the day and relaxed his pose.

However, Tragedy was shocked when he opened his eyes and looked into the face of his brother. Sitting in front of him, in living, breathing flesh, was his brother Comedy, irritating ear-to-ear grin still plastered on his face. His lips went to their straight-line-smile-not-frown position. He was glad that he had been able to successfully learn Occlumency. It was also a plus to have his brother have his own form.

Comedy giggled slightly in his completely insane way. "I have been sitting here for nigh on three hours waiting for you to open your eyes, Happy." Tragedy hated that nickname. He detested being referred to as a positive emotion.

"You should have alerted me to your presence, Somber," he replied. Comedy's grin turned into a straight line, the closest he could get to a frown.

Tragedy wanted to test something. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, Comedy was no longer in front of him. His straight-line-smile-not-frown twitched the tiniest bit upwards, before going back straight.

"HEY!" Comedy raged in their mind. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT! I was enjoying being on my own without your somber thoughts clouding my lively ones every fucking minute!"

Tragedy concentrated again. When he opened his eyes, Comedy was again in front of him, glaring, his straight-line-frown-not-smile firmly in place. Suddenly, his face lit up one again. "Do you know what this means?" he asked his brother excitedly.

"No," was the small reply.

Comedy was practically bouncing. "We can DP our pretty Death Eater," he said enthusiastically, leering at his brother.

Before Comedy could go farther, they heard the twins simultaneously calling their names. When George walked in, Fred at his side, they looked startled as their eyes landed on the brothers. "Occlumency," the brothers said in unison, just like the twins. The twins nodded as it clicked in their minds.

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The next day, Comedy, Tragedy, Fred and George went on a little mission.

It was disgustingly easy.

They Apparated straight through the wards of the Burrow and grabbed Ginny. Then, they Apparated out.

Tragedy stunned her. They left her on the floor by the door to take with them that night.

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That night, the inhabitants of Number 7 made their way up the main road of Little Hangleton at a sedate pace. The sun had set already, and the stars were shining and winking at them from the sky.

The group made it to their destination, at the top of a small hill, Riddle Manor. They walked through the wards, very powerful ones meant to keep out those without a Dark Mark, as if they were thin air. The group kept walking, familiars at their sides, and made their way through the door and into the ballroom, where Voldemort was currently holding a meeting with his Inner Circle.

Comedy, who had taken control of their body after dinner, had taken down the Occlumency barriers, forcing Tragedy back in. Tragedy sat in the back of their mind, sulking. No, not sulking. Evil, insane and powerful men didn't sulk. No, he was simply being the bigger man and letting Comedy run things. Yes. Not sulking. Definitely not…

Comedy, with Grin at his side and Frown on his shoulder, started to fidget. Grin followed suit. Soon, Comedy was so restless that Frown flew off his shoulder and landed on a rafter above them, alerting Voldemort and his Inner Circle to their presence.

Voldemort quirked an eyebrow at their appearance.

"Don't mind us," Comedy giggled. "We're just waiting to speak with you and Lucy."

Lucius scowled at his new nickname, but returned his attention to his lord and silently contemplated what Comedy would want to speak with him and his lord about while he listened to the reports from the other Inner Circle members.

When the meeting was almost over, about an hour later, Comedy could no longer hold it in. He started skipping around the room. He laughed as he did so, a bone-chillingly cheerful laugh that sent shivers down everyone's spine. Voldemort dismissed his Inner Circle except for Lucius.

As the Death Eaters walked out, Comedy stopped Barty. He saddled up behind the man, close enough that his breath tickled Barty's ear, and whispered, "You stay too," in a low, seductive tone. Then, he skipped away.

Once Comedy had been skipping around for about twenty minutes, Voldemort reached his limit. He loudly cleared his throat, but Comedy just went on skipping. He waited another five before raising his wand and attempting to put the small man under the Cruciatus, though he dodged it and fired a stinging hex back at Voldemort, which met its mark.

Comedy skipped over to the group and held out his pocket watch as Frown landed on his shoulder. The other five grabbed on, their familiars, if present, firmly in hand.

Silently, the familiar pull behind the navel whisked them away.

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The group landed in The Theatre. Not that anyone except for Comedy, George and Fred knew it.

"Where are we?" Voldemort demanded.

"Not far," came the reply.

Comedy looked as if he was arguing with himself, which, in a way, he was. Finally, he gave up and raised the Occlumency shields again, allowing Tragedy a corporeal form.

Barty, Lucius and Voldemort all gasped audibly at that. Comedy giggled and Tragedy sighed. Comedy discreetly got Bart's attention and leered at the man, mouthing "DP" at him. Barty blushed violently and looked away. Comedy smirked once again, and Tragedy's frown quirked into a straight line when Comedy told Tragedy what had happened through their mind-link.

A few seconds later, when Voldemort had regained control over his expression, he demanded once again to know where they were. Comedy and Tragedy both sighed, though one seemed melancholy and the other exasperated. They conferred through their mind-link, then replied in unison. "The Theatre."

Voldemort's eyes lit up in understanding, though Lucius's mask remained firmly in place.

Comedy and Tragedy walked off in tandem, leaving the rest of the group to follow or get lost in the maze-like corridors found behind the stage. They walked through the theater with practiced ease until they came to a door. Comedy smirked and Tragedy frowned, and, together, they opened the door and ushered everyone inside.

Inside the room, or cellar, rather, was a dungeon. It was fully equipped with cells and torture chambers, with torture devices ranging from Ancient Greek, to Roman, to Medieval, to Modern. It was Comedy's favorite place in the whole theater.

Lucius and Voldemort looked at the small men questioningly. "We have a gift," they said and pointed to a near cage. Inside, bound and gagged was Ginny Weasley.

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A/N: So, what did you think?

Next chapter will be where they torture Ginny, and I have some ideas. It will have a HUGE parallel to a scene from The Dark Knight, but, in order to maintain the suspense, I won't tell you which one…

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