Severus Snape, ever the resourceful Death Eater, ventured into a daring plan to steal a rocket on behalf of Voldemort's cosmic ambitions. He had spent countless nights poring over Muggle science books, attempting to decipher the complexities of space travel. But potions, as he knew very well, were not rocket science.
Hence, this novel solution.
Using his master's dark magic, Severus managed to infiltrate NASA undetected. Armed with his wand and spells, he made his way to the hangar where the highly coveted rocket and shuttle were housed, and miniaturized it to fit into his pocket.
Not one to be swayed by sentimentality, Severus quickly dismissed the honor of being the first wizard in space, leaving that dubious distinction to Peter Pettigrew. The rat-like Death Eater was not too pleased with this "honor" and muttered under his breath about needing to pack his space suit and a lot of cheese.
With the stolen rocket hidden under a Disillusionment Charm, Severus and the Death Eaters retreated back to Voldemort's hideout, filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The Death Eater Space Program was about to take off, quite literally.
As the news of the disappearing rocket spread, chaos ensued at NASA headquarters. Highly intelligent scientists scratched their heads, puzzled by the disappearing spacecraft. Conspiracy theories emerged, speculating the involvement of advanced extraterrestrial beings or covert government operations. Meanwhile, the Death Eaters celebrated their successful heist, oblivious to the confusion they had caused.
The day of the launch arrived, and the Death Eaters gathered around the rocket with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. Voldemort, dressed in his dark robes and a makeshift astronaut helmet, addressed his followers one last time before the historic departure.
"My loyal Death Eaters," he began, his voice resonating with a peculiar mix of grandeur and mania, "today, we embark on a journey that will forever etch our names in the annals of cosmic conquest! We shall traverse the uncharted realms, spreading our darkness across the galaxies!"
The Death Eaters nodded fervently, some of them feeling quite out of their depth now that they were faced with the reality of space travel. Bellatrix Lestrange, in a particularly optimistic mood, raised her hand as she extended her wand in an enchanting motion.
"May our journey be filled with deceit and destruction!" she declared, a devilish twinkle in her eye.
Voldemort nodded, his excitement palpable. "Indeed, Bellatrix! Deceit, destruction, and the ringing laughter of victory shall echo throughout the cosmos!"
As Peter Pettigrew reluctantly boarded the rocket, the Death Eaters chanted their eerie incantations, trying to hold back their nervous chuckles. The moment was absurd, amusing, and utterly surreal.
And so, with a burst of magical energy and a deafening roar, the stolen rocket blasted off into space, leaving a confused world below in its wake.
As the rocket hurtled through the void of space, Peter Pettigrew clung to his seat in terror. The once-cowardly Death Eater now found himself hurtling through the stars, his squeaks of fear echoing through the confined space.
Severus Snape, observing the commotion, couldn't help but shake his head, wondering how on earth he had gotten himself tangled up in this madness. As he gazed out at the vast expanse of the universe, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of amusement and resignation.
Little did they know that their grand plans, fueled by confusion and delusion, would forever be remembered as one of the most bizarre moments in wizarding history. The Death Eater Space Program had taken off, and the cosmos would never be the same.