Delivery for the Death Eaters

by Kingmaker'sUmbreon

What do you get when the Saviour of the Wizarding World becomes dangerously bored, especially when the death of his godfather has already hit him seriously hard, and left to his own devices? Well, Draco Malfoy, the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort are unfortunately going to find out soon enough!

28. Chapter 28

Theo Nott Dips His Toes in the Pranking Pool and Morpheus Takes the Dark Side By Surprise

Blaise and Millicent knew that if there was a world record for Amount of Time One Managed To Avoid Severus Snape and His Famous Wrath, they would have long won it by now. The teachers' hunt for the culprits behind Hogwarts' new make-over had practically petered out by Sunday but the two Slytherins knew that their Head of House would not give up on his all too correct suspicions and drag them into his office for questioning. They had even managed to escape from the Great Hall after breakfast, lunch and dinner before the irate Defence teacher could get his hands on them.

Neither of the pureblood heirs wanted to take any unnecessary risks, so they maintained their routine of making sure that they were anywhere that Snape suspected they would not be. Thus, the pair had alternated between hiding down the Serpentine Corridor where they had actually come face to face with the enigmatic and rather creepy Ghoul Studies professor. Both Blaise and Millicent could describe the man as 'Lucius Malfoy if Lord Malfoy never went out, thus being more pasty than normal and was born with two different eye colours'. Plus the professor looked eerily young, dressed like a nobleman from the 19th century and didn't speak out loud – at all. Instead, he spoke through telepathy! His name was apparently Professor Darnall Ranfaing and he had kindly asked them to help him sort some artefacts of his while he helped them hide.

Safe to say, Blaise and Millicent only agreed out of necessity and made their escape as quickly as they could onto the grounds, where they bumped into Hagrid, who invited them in to his house for a cup of tea. Once again, the two Snakes agreed out of necessity, with Millie also regretting this decision because Fang the dog slobbered as he sniffed the pair of them and the rock cakes that the weird Care of Magical Creatures professor made were aptly named because they were literally as hard as bloody rocks!

Maybe we can knock Professor Snape or Draco out with these for a few hours? Millicent found herself thinking after the third try of trying to bite into one of the damn things.

The half-giant barely noticed their discontent as he babbled away happily. "I hear a lotta mayhem has been happenin'. I almost feel sorry fer Argus, havin' to clean all that up. I have had to also chase away some first years from the Forest again. I think they all wanna meet Buck- I mean, Witherwings. How is school by the way?"

"More eventful than I thought," Blaise answered candidly. "Teachers are keeping us on our toes."

Millie rolled her eyes at that last comment.

"Good ta hear! Just make sure ya don't stress too much. Does you no good," Hagrid informed.

A bit too late for that advice, Millie commented in her head as she finished the last of her tea. "Well, we had better be off. We still have some homework to finish," she stated as she jumped to her feet, Blaise following. "Thanks for the tea … professor."

Hagrid beamed at them. "Yer welcome, Miss Bulstrode. Have a good day!"

It was on the way back that the purebloods decided it was best to hide in the safety of their dorms at this point, just in case they bumped into some more professors they had never met before or would rather not bump into again. Professor Ranfaing being one of them. Merlin and Morgana must have been with them because they had managed to make it to the safety of the Slytherin common room without so much as bumping into the Bloody Baron.

As usual, there was political chatter and gossip going around amongst the younger Slytherins, only this time regarding rumours of the Senior Undersecretary unexpectedly taking ill but then also working through that illness and strange frog noises and singing meowing coming from her office now and again. The identities of the people who had been responsible for the paint jobs around school were also still being discussed.

As for their friends, Daphne and Pansy were working on Snape's essay, Theo was just finishing up what looked like his third essay, and both Vincent and Gregory were working on Care of Magical Creatures homework. Draco, once again, was missing.

Daphne was the first to look up from her work. "Blaise and Millie, how nice of you to join us. Still dodging Professor Snape?"

"Obviously," Blaise grumbled. "Has he been popping in?"

"Once or twice," Vincent answered, not looking up from his work.

"Great, I think that means I am going to spend the rest of the day in my dorm," Millicent commented as she immediately beelined for the girls' dormitories.

"Yep," Blaise agreed, heading towards the boys' ones.

Theo jumped to his feet, gathering his stuff. "I will come with you. I need to put my stuff away anyway."

"Homework all done, Theo, old chap?" Blaise grinned.

"Yes," Theo gave him a pointed look. "Have you even started yours?"

"I have actually!" Blaise stated brightly.

"Good," Theo commented, "because I don't think you can afford to cross any of the teachers right now-"

Just as the two boys entered the room, out of nowhere the Secret Spiller that Blaise had hidden under Draco's bed suddenly thought it was a good idea to jump into action.

"Draco cried himself to sleep the whole week, Theo called McGonagall an uptight grumpy puss because he only got an EE for his last assignment, Vincent has a crush on a Hufflepuff, Gregory is trying to impress a Ravenclaw, Blaise and Millie have been seeing Gryffindors, Vincent dreamt about something rather juicy but I didn't catch what it was and Gregory almost cheated for a Divination homework assignment!"

Theo knelt down and picked up Macnair's Secret Spiller, whilst Blaise was already trying to find a way to wriggle out of the situation that he knew could end badly – Theo was a walking bullshit radar most days. As expected, the Nott Heir narrowed his eyes at the blabby stationary box and then turned to Blaise with a suspicious look.

"Blaise, why is Potter's prank from Macnair under Draco's bed?" Theo inquired with a sigh.

"Well, Draco has been acting weird lately. Mill and I asked Team Prank to keep an eye on him but they haven't told us anything yet. And Potter kind of owed us for the help with his music-obsessed Cobra Lily," Blaise admitted sheepishly. "So I put the Secret Spiller in the last place anyone would think to look."

"Draco could have checked under his bed!" Theo exclaimed.

"He never needs to! He puts all of his clothes neatly back in his trunk or if it needs washing into a bloody wash bag because he's a fastidious, prissy little shit!" Blaise pointed out. "Only the elves go down there to clean and clearly, they know to leave the Spiller down there."

Theo huffed and shook his head at his friend. He carried the Spiller along with his bag to his bed. "Well, I think if you want to get information on why Draco is acting so strangely, you need a more subtle method than a box who could make its presence known at too many inconvenient moments."

"Yeah, well, what do you suggest then, Mr. Smarty Pants?" Blaise shot back. "Because I know you want to know what the Dark Lord ordered Draco to do as badly as I do."

"Not going to deny it," Theo responded easily. He frowned thoughtfully for a moment and then lit up. "We can find some other way to find out what Draco is up to, like waiting for one of Potter's chums to finally break their silence." He looked to the now silent box. "We can put this somewhere else though that could be equally as funny."

The Nott Heir smirked to himself. Blaise's eyes widened a little. "Theo … what are you planning?"

"I still need to get our own back against Dumbledore, remember?" his friend reminded silkily. He drummed his fingers on the Secret Spiller. "And as it turns out, Macnair's little project for Potter could be very handy indeed."

Blaise caught on immediately. "You want to somehow smuggle that thing into Dumbledore's office, under the nose of every Headmaster and Headmistress hanging in that office?" he could hardly believe his ears. "Not to mention the Sorting Hat and that stupid flaming chicken of his! Who are you and what have you done to Theo Nott?"

Theo's eyes flashed mischievously. "I think it is time that I have a little chat with Potter myself."

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Luna found herself skipping happily towards the Room of Hidden Things without the need of hiding from Draco. Fortunately the Malfoy Heir would not be resuming his efforts until the evening so Luna knew that she had more than enough time to have a look at the Vanishing Cabinet for herself. She had finished all her homework and her study plans with Ginny were not until later, so Luna had some time to herself.

It was when Luna almost got to the Room of Hidden Things that she heard a loud CRACK! in a nearby alcove and decided to slow her skipping, and smiled serenely. "Hello, Mr. Dobby, hello, Miss Winky," she called out serenely. "Did Harry send you?"

"No, Mr. Potter's Luna," Dobby informed candidly as he and Winky stepped out, Dobby wearing a very colourful hat and Winky wearing a new dress. "Dobby and Winky hear from Harry Potter and his Wheezy that his Luna gets problems sometimes and Dobby and Winky sees Luna alone near a creepy part of the castle so Dobby and Winky make sure Harry Potter's Luna is OK."

Luna giggled. "I am fine, but you're welcome to come along."

The elves lit up and nodded emphatically, their ears flapping wildly.

The two elves and the Ravenclaw approached the giant tapestry, which parted to allow them in. As soon as Dobby and Winky saw the gigantic labyrinth of mess, their tennis-ball sized eyes started to bug out even more and their mouths fell to the floor.

"Winky glad elves do not have to clean here," the former Crouch elf commented.

"Need at least one hundred elves," Dobby agreed. "Too much to sort … too much to dust." He frowned at the tower of stacked chairs. "Dobby thinks that is really unsafe."

"Indeed," Luna agreed whimsically as she led the way through the maze to where the strange, lonely monolith stood. She then gestured to the Cabinet with a small pose. "Ta-da! This is what I was coming to visit."

Dobby and Winky frowned and immediately hurried forward and started to study the outside of the Vanishing Cabinet.

"Strange magic …"

"Broken … unstable …"

" … feels unhappy …"

The elves continued to mutter to themselves until Dobby stopped and looked at Luna. "Why does Harry Potter's Luna come to look at old cupboard with strange magic in it?" he wanted to know.

Luna saw no reason to lie to the elf. "We have been keeping an eye on Draco Malfoy, for some new friends," she answered. "He has been trying to fix it but so far has failed every attempt. He really is not happy about that."

Dobby and Winky gawked at her. "Harry Potter's Luna should not be following former Master Draco," Dobby was set to give her a telling off.

Luna interrupted him before he could get too angry. "Oh don't worry, he doesn't know," she reassured serenely as she skipped over to have a closer look at the Vanishing Cabinet. Curiously, Luna opened the Cabinet and poked her head inside. It looked perfectly normal, on the face of it, but she could feel something … dark inside. The young Ravenclaw suspected that it was the Cabinet's magic, just as the elves had said.

"It is odd. Odd indeed," Winky began babbling again. "Strange cupboard feels sad. Very sad. Winky has no idea how or why but the cupboard not happy at all."

It was at this precise moment that Luna had a lightbulb moment.

"Of course," she stated to herself as she stepped back from the Vanishing Cabinet with a broad smile. "It has been in here for too long, on its own … with its connection to its friend being messed with. I would not be very happy if someone tried to take me from my friends or tried to take my friends away from me."

"Dobby not like that either," Harry's best elf friend agreed. He then lit up. "Dobby has a good idea, Harry Potter's Luna! Dobby, Winky and Luna cheer it up!"

Luna hummed thoughtfully, nodding ponderingly. "But how would you propose to cheer up the Cabinet, Mr. Dobby?"

"Mr. Dobby again! Dobby like you very much," Dobby decided, flushing a little with pride. He quickly composed himself and turned towards the Vanishing Cabinet with a determined expression on his face. He crackled his knuckles and then rubbed his hands together before conjuring two bright orbs of yellow light.

Luna watched as Winky did the same. She watched in awe as both elves extended their hands and the yellow light headed towards the monolith with the same determination as the waves of the sea whipped up by a storm and crashing onto the shores of Great Britain. Luna watched as the yellow light blanketed the Cabinet and, she had no idea how, but for a moment the darkness she sensed around the strange artefact alleviated for a moment.

It felt … happier, but only for a split second. Indeed, once the light finally abated Luna could have sworn she was hit with a wave of a feeling of disappointment that she was sure was not her own, nor belonging to the elves.

"What did you do?" Luna inquired once she managed to find her voice again.

"Happy spell," the elves chorused.

"Worked wonders on the Crouch babies," Winky added.

"On most wizard babies," Dobby informed. "Does not always last very long though."

But, ever the Ravenclaw, Luna could not help but wonder what in the name of Merlin this happy spell was going to do to the Vanishing Cabinet. However, she also did not want to overstay her welcome and she was already running a little late to meet with Ginny so Luna just shrugged to herself.

She had a feeling the answer would come soon enough anyway.

"Come on, Dobby, Winky, let's leave it in peace," Luna stated. "I do have a friend to meet."

"And Winky still needs to clean dirty Hufflepuff dungeons!" Winky realised. "Silly children always making a mess. Winky glad she has experience of four generations of Crouch babies – not fun otherwise!"

Little did the three of them know, Draco would be faced with quite the surprise once he returned that evening.

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Colin and Dennis double and triple checked that they had everything that needed to be sent to the Death Munchers before setting off to the Owlery, already wearing some gloves in case Jehoshaphat was in a bad mood and decided to throw an evil owl version of a hissy fit and to see if they could get Morpheus to make a delivery as well. They still could not get their heads around the fact Rodolphus Lestrange had bought an owl that could fly in its sleep!

"Do you think any of them are going to faint today?" Dennis asked his older brother as they headed towards the West Tower.

"Amycus or Yaxley could," Colin grinned. "But the others? Nah, they are enjoying themselves way too much for that!"

"I still cannot believe that they were there on the platform and not one person got a hex or curse thrown at them," Dennis shook his head ponderingly. "I mean, I am more looking forward to the next bunch of pranks we sent than to the new season of Quidditch but even I am still waiting for the day Fenrir chews up all of our shoes and sends us death threats too."

"Yes, but Fenrir is a moody old werewolf, so there is no surprise there," Colin pointed out. "His pack are not as boring as he is, at least."

Dennis chuckled. "I would kill for a photo to see what Malfoy Manor looks like now! Must be a right sight with all those flamingos in the garden and kids running around with lightsabres and trampling Malfoy's flowers."

"You mean, his gardener's flowers?" Colin corrected.

"Hey, I am not going to assume that he hires someone to do the dirty work for him – maybe it's his wife who likes the flowers?" Dennis suggested innocently, but he was failing at his attempts to keep a straight face.

"Yeah, I don't see Narcissa Malfoy going down into the dirt. Not with all the worms in there," Colin smirked. "'Aaaaaaaahhhh! Lucius, a worm! Get it away from me! Ewwww!'"

Dennis snorted with laughter. "'It clashes with my outfit!'" he added.

Colin could not resist another petty Narcissa impression. "'Worm pink does not go with black! I should teach this worm about proper fashion sense!'"

Dennis was set to start laughing again until he saw that the Owlery door was already open and spied one Draco Malfoy inside. Naturally the young Creevey turned on his heels and made sure that his older brother did not step into the room, mouthing and signing not to go in there because a certain Heir Malfoy was delivering a letter.

Frankly, neither Creevey fancied dealing with Ferret Malfoy at present, especially not since they were on a mission to give his entire family silver hairs by Yule.

"-why in the name of Merlin would Mother agree to this?! We don't have contact with Aunt Andromeda for a reason … it was already bad enough that she asked her along to teach Potter a lesson in fashion – how does Scarhead even know when Aunt Andromeda's birthday is?!"

"Hoot, hoot!" the Creeveys heard one of the owls answer. They both exchanged a look – they knew that hoot.

Ferret Malfoy was talking to Hedwig!

"Yes, I know he's good at finding things out – that is what concerns me," Draco answered snappily. He sighed irritably. "And all of this because bloody Potter got bored and decided to randomly send us food! I still don't understand how he knew where my house was."

"Hoot, hoot, hoot," came Hedwig's answer.

"Of course. A history book," Draco grumbled. "I didn't think Potter liked opening books until this year. Must be Weasley's influence."

"Hoot!" Hedwig snapped.

"OW! What? Why did you peck me, you stupid pigeon?! It's true!" Draco protested. "Weasley does not like studying. Weaslette does – I am not calling them both Weasley, it is too confusing. You can glare at me all you want!"

"Hoot! Hoot, hoot, hoot, hoooot!" Colin and Dennis smirked at the aggressive hooting.

"Thank you, that is very flattering, Jehoshaphat," Draco drawled.

"Hoot, hoot, hoot," Hedwig added.

"I am not ungrateful!" Draco protested. "I just don't fancy going to a Muggle restaurant, having to deal with cousin Tonks' nonsense, having to explain to people why Aunt Bella is carrying an ugly plushie monster around and having to sit in between the three of them if an argument breaks out! It is not going to be fun."

"Hoot! Hoot, hoot, hoot," Hedwig insisted.

"…They are still family and many, including Potter, would kill to go to a dinner with a dysfunctional family?" Draco sighed. "Yeah … I know. Thanks for making me feel bad now. As if I don't already feel enough like shit. You just had to put an extra scoop on top of that."

"Hoot!" Hedwig agreed firmly.

Colin and Dennis had to bite firmly into their cheeks to stop themselves from laughing.

"Fine," Draco grumbled. "I will agree to this misadventure. I have nothing more to lose anyway."

This made the Creevey brothers frown. They didn't get to ponder upon it for too long though because they soon heard Draco's footsteps approaching the door of the Owlery. Quick as a wink, both brothers darted down the stairs to make it look like they were only just climbing the stairs up to the Owlery.

As they had hoped, Draco passed them on 'their way up' but didn't pay them much attention; the Malfoy Heir was completely lost in his thoughts. Colin and Dennis quietly breathed a sigh of relief and then went into the frigidly cold room that belonged to the owls, breaking a few skeletons on the ground that had belonged to mice and voles caught by the inhabitants of the room.

As soon as she saw them, Hedwig lit up. "Hoot, Hoot! Hoot, hoot?" she greeted.

"Hey, Hedwig! We're good. You?" Colin answered brightly.

"Hoot!"

Colin grinned. "Good. You OK too, Jeho, or are you still a moody ball of feathers?"

The glare Colin received in answer was enough.

Dennis looked to their third feathered friend, who predictably was still snoozing away and – somehow – hanging upside down on his perch with very little problems. "Hey, Morpheus? Can we disturb you for a moment?"

There was a moment of disgruntled hooting from all the other owls.

"… Hoot … hoot …" the Creevey brothers eventually heard coming from the slumbering owl.

"We will take that as a yes," Colin grinned as Dennis carefully plucked Morpheus from his perch, Hedwig and Jehoshaphat flying down, eyeing the packages and letter eagerly. As the boys set to work, Colin gave the owls the details. "You know who these need to be delivered to – the letter needs to be delivered to either Rabastan Lestrange or Rookwood because anyone else is a bit of a liability."

Oh for Pallas' sake, was a thought shared by both Hedwig and Jehoshaphat.

"Hoot!" they did chorus in affirmation.

Hedwig got the honour of delivering a package and the letter. She took off with Jehoshaphat and Morpheus – who took off after his friends with no issue – and the Creevey brothers were left quietly hoping that the Death Munchers would return the favour and send some photos of Malfoy Manor for everyone to enjoy.

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At Malfoy Manor, Voldemort, Nagini, Thalia, the Death Munchers and the werewolves were enjoying a relatively quiet and relaxing lunchtime for their doing. Teddy Ruxpin had been put into a chained coffin-like box by Travers because the teddy had started laughing between his reading whenever something bad happened and it started giving the kids – and Lysander – nightmares, so he was not present on this occasion. Mr. Mupples quietly thought that this was for the best, though he did find Lysander Avery's fear utterly hilarious.

Voldemort was half-content. His snakes had not been making too many jokes or puns but now Thalia was begging Voldemort to get his hands on a flying contraption for her and the Dark Lord was very reluctant to comply because from what he heard from Balthazar about Thalia's flying skills, it would just make her more of a headache to deal with. Then, predictably, Nagini weighed in and told Voldemort to stop being such a sour puss and buy the flying contraption because flying was so much faster than slithering from one room to the other.

*Let us not slither like peasants, but fly like queens,* was genuinely what his snakes said in order to convince him to comply.

The Dark Lord continued to say no and put an annoyed front on; he had not the foggiest idea where he could buy one of those damn things and he didn't have the heart to admit that to his excited snakes. And he was not – under no circumstance – going to ask Harry Migraine-Inducing-To-The-Nth-Degree Potter for help!

Nagini and Thalia were sulking quietly, allowing Voldemort to enjoy his lunch. However, it was around forty-five minutes into their lunch when Bella looked up from the magazine she was reading and frowned. "What is it, Mr. Mupples?"

Oh no.

Peace was about to be ruined.

"What … Open the window?" Bella frowned. Her eyes widened. "Three owls coming?!"

This made everyone sit to attention. Voldemort, though highly doubting that the plushie Death Eater was correct, waved his hand lazily, allowing one of the windows to open. Not twenty seconds later, in came three very familiar birds by now, one after the other.

"Hedwig!" the children cheered. "Jehoshaphat! And Morpheus!"

Potter's snowy owl familiar hooted a greeting as she looked around a moment for someone. To everyone's surprise, she headed straight for Rabastan, who lit up as the owl landed in front of him – the blender was immediately put to one side. Jehoshaphat went for Walden and Morpheus made a beeline for Rodolphus, only to crash into the back of the Lestrange Heir again and having to be caught by Bella before he could hit the floor.

"Bloody hell! Stupid chicken," Rodolphus growled as his fellow Death Munchers chuckled at his expense.

"What infernal contrivance has the boy send us now?" Jugson wondered out loud.

"I dread to think," Alecto pulled a face.

"Maybe we should ask Mr. Mupples?" Travers joked.

"What is that, Mr. Mupples? … Funny photos, you say?" Bella translated not five seconds later.

Travers soon had his head on the table in despair. "I did not mean literally!" he wailed.

Rabastan lit up at this point. "Oh, I think I know what these are!" he stated happily as he immediately Banished the cardboard of the package in front of him and opened the box that was inside that one. He grinned at the contents, especially at the first photo that caught his eye, which was of the graffitied Gryffindor Tower. "I knew it! It's the photos of Hogwarts' paint job."

"Hoot!" Hedwig confirmed.

*Oooooo they are finally here! Come on, Nagini!* Thalia cheered as she and Nagini slithered up the table and towards the Death Munchers' side of the table to have a closer look. Macnair and Bella Banished their boxes as well and eagerly went through their photos, everyone gathering around to have a look for themselves. Balthazar passed a few onto Voldemort.

The room was soon abuzz with the Dark Side laughing at the different paint jobs, with Roden, Beynon and Holland admiring the skill put into every single artwork, and laughing at the sneaky shots that the camera child had taken of a fainted Argus Filch with Mrs. Norris sitting beside his bed, reading a book – of all things. They especially enjoyed the paint job on the front of the Hufflepuff dungeon. Even Lucius, Narcissa, Yaxley, Alecto and Amycus cracked some rare smiles at a few of the pictures.

Thalia was especially enjoying the photos; her favourites were ones taken with the hatchlings posing with some of the artworks.

*Hey Nagini, I think I know what the next book written about Hoggy-warts is going to be called,* the ball python stated happily, looking up from the photo taken of Justin and some other Badgers pulling exaggerated faces of despair outside the Hufflepuff dungeon.

Morgana have mercy, Voldemort commented to himself internally.

Nagini looked up from the photo of Ferrars, Kingsley and their friends leaning against the new dragon statues on Look Out Tower, wearing cool shades. *What is it, Thalia?*

*How To Give Your Castle A New Lick of Paint!* Thalia answered happily.

Nagini chuckled. *I had another one in mind,* she answered. *Hogwarts: The Results of Hatchling Mayhem!*

Thalia giggled. Voldemort sighed with despair. The ball python turned her attention on the photo Nagini was looking at and started tittering. *Hey, I don't know about you, but I have a good name for their band if they ever start one.*

*Oh really? What is it?* Nagini asked eagerly.

*H.W.A,* Thalia answered happily. *Hatchlings With Attitude!*

This made Voldemort faceplant into another conjured pillow, wailing in Parseltongue. Balthazar shot his old friend sympathetic looks while shaking his head at the two snakes. Mulciber had no idea what those two had said but he had no doubt the joke was just plain awful.

Meanwhile, Rowle had gotten his hands on the letter and had decided to open it to see what Potter had to say.

To the Dark Side,

As promised here are the photos of the anarchy I have only helped to cause this time. I have an idea of who did some of this awesome work but I do not know the names of everyone. The teachers are running around like headless chickens trying to figure out who it is, but they will never find them! Muhahahahaha! I have been practising my evil laughter, can you tell? Perhaps I should send a talking letter next time?

Oh well, I will think of something. Enjoy the photos, and whatever else Colin and Dennis decided to add to their packages.

Civil regards,

Harry

P.S. Hope you enjoy dinner tonight!

Rowle snorted with laughter, shaking his head at the letter. The P.S. did make him frown a little though. Dinner? Why would he … oh no. Was Potter sending them something for dinner again? The Scandinavian-blooded Death Eater's eyes widened at that theory.

Suddenly, Rabastan cracked up even further. "Merlin, Morgana and all the fairies of Avalon!" he managed to say through his giggles. "Guys, take a look at this one. Potter is getting beaten by elves!"

"WHAT?!"

It was fair to say that soon there was not one person in the room who was able to keep their ribs from cracking – the photo of seeing the so called Saviour getting his butt handed to him by two house elves with pillows even sent Corban Yaxley over the edge. Voldemort himself cracked more than just a smile at seeing that.

"My day has been made!" Avior announced as soon as he had enough oxygen to do so. "Merlin's sainted mother Hunith – beautiful. No other word for it. Beautiful."

"I'm dead," Walden announced, wiping tears from his eyes. "I have seen it all – I am dead. That is the last thing I expected to see today but boy am I glad that I did!"

"I need to frame it," Antonin agreed, finally being able to sit up straight.

"I am keeping it," Rabastan scowled at him. "It was in my box!"

Antonin and Walden pouted like little children at this point. Augustus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gentlemen, we are not – and I repeat, not – going to fight over a Merlin-be-damned photograph!"

"We can try," Antonin replied petulantly.

"Antonin and Walden are weird," Sebastian shook his head at the adults.

"I think the elves should have used shields instead," Lucius, who was one of the few who had not almost died laughing at Harry Potter being accosted with pillow-wielding elves, commented sulkily.

That comment earned him many glares.

"Oh shut up, Lucy, you mood killer," Balthazar retorted.

Thalia lit up. *Lucius finally managed to kill something! Yaaaaaaaaay, well done, Lucius. Ooooo Nagini, would you like to know what spell Lucius likely used?*

*Tom's favourite one?* Nagini replied with a giggle.

*Almost, it is a variant. Avada Ka-Mood-Kaput!* Thalia replied happily.

Voldemort once more lost the will to live and began crying into his pillow. The mood soured for some of the Death Munchers and Fenrir's pack because it was at this precise moment that Teddy Ruxpin appeared between Jehoshaphat and Morpheus, giving Walden's owl a fright. While the familiar jumped, so did most of the children and Lysander.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," began the mantra from the young Avery, banging his head against the table until his father conjured a pillow underneath his head.

"For fuck's sake!" Travers wailed, very nearly tearing his hair from his head. "I put several imprisonment spells on the fucking thing! How is this possible?"

"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!" was Teddy Ruxpin's answer.

"Why can't he be more like Tom the Cabbage Patch Kid?" Alecto found herself commenting. "At least he doesn't cry or make strange noises or disappear into thin air or prophesise things or creep people out!"

"Alecto, please don't tempt the bloody thing!" Narcissa begged.

Tom the Cabbage Patch Kid, who was being babysat by Phoebe the werewolf, didn't say or do anything.

"The thing is a nightmare," Voldemort found himself agreeing with his followers.

It was at this point Thalia rounded on him. *Not a word from you about what a nightmare is, Lord Grumpy-Tom! This does not come close to what you consider a nightmare.*

Voldemort spluttered but Nagini didn't give him a chance to say anything. *Yes, for this to be a nightmare Teddy Ruxpin needs to turn into a white My Little Pony pegasus with red eyes and no mane because apparently your worst nightmare is the evening you were reborn but Wormtail screwed up the potion and put unicorn hair into the potion instead of Nagini venom, which resulted in you coming out of the cauldron as a giant flying chicken pony. Yes, Tom, you TALK IN YOUR SLEEP!*

Voldemort suddenly felt very inclined to put anyone – just anyone – under a Cruciatus. Harry I-Enjoy-Bullying-Innocent-Dark-Lords-In-Their-Sleep Potter had sent Voldemort another mind boggling nightmare the night before that had the Dark Lord checking his appearance three times the moment he woke up to make sure he had not actually turned into a white flying horse during the night.

*Yes, it is a good thing Wormtail did not put unicorn hair instead because no one would be afraid of Lord Ponymort,* Thalia continued.

Voldemort's eyes flashed red, especially since he could swear he could hear the Brat laughing through their shared Link.

While everyone was kicking up a fuss, Teddy Ruxpin had spotted Morpheus, who was still snoozing next to Mr. Mupples, who was drawing the sleeping owl for fun. For whatever reason, the fact the owl was sleeping was irking the creepy teddy bear – mainly because it was the only sentient thing in the room not afraid of him. Teddy Ruxpin decided that needed to change. So, without further ado, the teddy shuffled towards Morpheus and began poking the owl.

Mr. Mupples, sensing something in the owl, knew this was a bad idea and repeatedly told Teddy Ruxpin to cut it out with everyone watching in disbelief and morbid fascination. Bella was too dumbfounded at the bear's stupidity to translate what Mr. Mupples was saying.

However, as it turned out, she didn't need to. Morpheus very soon made his sentiments very clear. Without warning, Morpheus' eyes suddenly shot open, revealing his brown eyes. Those eyes quickly began glowing bright blue, of all things, and with an eerie "Hooooooot!", a telekinetic blast sent both Teddy Ruxpin and Mr. Mupples flying through the air across the table, Hedwig and Jehoshaphat both ducking as the plushies hurtled right over them.

"MR. MUPPLES!" Bella wailed as she jumped from her seat.

Izzy and Roden had used their lupine dexterity and speed to save both plushies before they had a furious Bellatrix on their hands. While the humans and wolves gaped in fear, Thalia and Nagini were hissing with laughter, especially since Morpheus had already gone back to sleep.

Bella was too busy fussing over Mr. Mupples to notice. "Are you all right, Mr. Mupples? Yes? You knew that could happen?! Yes, indeed, Teddy Ruxpin is a braindead IMBECILE whose head belongs on my wall!"

"They're both braindead because they are plushies!" Rodolphus could not resist putting in.

Bellatrix's magic flared up but it was Balthazar who rounded on him. "You are just as braindead as the pair of them! What the fuck were you thinking buying that owl?! You have handed Potter an owl with PSYCHIC POWERS, you absolute foot fungus!"

The colour had drained from Rodolphus' cheeks by now.

Antonin lit up. "Do you think Potter will mind if I put Morpheus's powers to the test?" he asked excitedly.

"I'll help!" Augustus volunteered immediately.

"You will have to first wake him up again, Antonin," Lysander pointed out.

The prompted the Russian Death Muncher to start piling bacon onto a small plate and put it in front of Morpheus to entice him to wake up, causing a few of his friends to facepalm or sigh in resignation. Unfortunately for Antonin, the only answer the owl gave his efforts was to fall face first into the bacon, still snoozing away happily. Hedwig and Jehoshaphat exchanged a pointed look.

"For Mordred's sake," Antonin grumbled.

Amycus then drew his wand and smirked evilly. "We can always use other methods to wake him up."

Everyone caught onto the implication immediately. Amycus was promptly whacked around the head by Avior and Walden as Antonin grabbed Morpheus and held the sleeping owl close, with everyone chorusing – Dark Lord included, "SHUT UP, AMY!"

Thalia tittered nastily. *Hey Nagini, shall we use some other methods other than an alarm to wake Amy tomorrow?*

*Sounds like a plan,* Nagini agreed.

*Girls,* Voldemort stated warningly.

*Don't worry Tom, we were just going to make sure Amy wakes up in the Owlery tomorrow,* Thalia answered innocently.

*Permit me to doubt that,* Voldemort drawled.

You're doubting a lot of things these days. Is everything OK? You sure you're not going senile, Lord Ponymort?

HARRY!

You remembered my name, at least!

Voldemort saw red. When are you going to stop with these infernal Grandpa jokes?

When they stop being funny.

Voldemort promptly dismissed his followers and allies whilst he dealt with the teasing from his archnemesis.

Avior, Balthazar, Walden and Augustus took that as a good time to start Gatewatch Duty; they knew better than to leave that job to someone else now. Amycus had not been turned into a cowpat the last time – Voldemort had not permitted it – but Walden and Antonin still made their point come across by hexing the ceiling stickers in Amycus, Alecto, Jugson and Travers' rooms to sing some of the songs from the Lion King.

Roden, Beynon and Holland took their usual spot on the wall. Reed, Hannah and some of the older wolves played with the younger ones in the garden nearby, commencing yet another lightsabre duel, which Avior watched with fascination; he was one of the few Death Eaters who had not gotten round to watch Star Wars yet. "I still cannot believe that those things are genuinely decent duelling weapons," he commented.

"I still can't believe Muggles came up with the insane concept," Balthazar added with a small scoff.

"You two should watch it at least once. You'll love Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader," Walden grinned.

"Walden, no spoilers," Augustus reminded him warningly.

"Yes, yes, I know," the Executioner huffed.

As they watched one of Hannah's fellow female wolves mock surrender to young Izzy after being disarmed, and clapped encouragingly as Izzy comically did a small bow, Avior turned the subject onto the inevitable. "What do you think Potter has in store for your retaliation prank, Augustus?" he asked curiously.

The former Unspeakable exhaled sharply. "Merlin! I don't even want to begin to guess."

"Yeah, you could be way off-base," Walden agreed. "Because that Lily may have seemed nice at first but then they discover it likes to serenade the moon very loudly and have to put muffling spells on it – so you could end up with French snails for all you know!"

Augustus pulled a face at that. Balthazar looked equally disgusted. "Well, let us hope that Potter is indeed as happy with the plant as Augustus says he is. I really do not fancy being forced to eat snails of all things. Not even the food in Azkaban was that bad!"

"In the event that we get some disgusting food, we can always just feed it to Amy," Avior stated.

"Still can't believe the idiot wanted to hex or curse Morpheus to wake him up," Walden snorted. "We literally have a Wake-Up Charm for that!"

"Somehow I think the owl is immune it, though," Augustus grinned.

"Bloody Dolph," Balthazar grumbled, shaking his head. "Of all the damn birds! Augustus, you went with him. Didn't you get an inkling that there was something more to the owl?"

"None," the Unspeakable answered resignedly. "If I did, I likely would have let Dolph buy the neurotic owl."

"Yeah, that option would have ensured an owl murder at Hogwarts," Walden smirked. "With Potter and his little friends trying to figure out if one owl was responsible or if it was all of them planning the murder together."

"With the only innocent owl being Hedwig," Avior added with a chuckle.

"Only because red blood stands out too much on white feathers," Walden cackled.

It was at this point that all the werewolves out in the front began howling and whooping. The Death Eaters smirked. It was show time once again!

"Colours, gentlemen!" Hannah laughed as she, Reed, and the older wolves joined them.

"White!" Balthazar bagsied immediately.

"Red!" Walden and Avior chorused at the same time.

"Brown!" Augustus added.

"I hate to say this, but I missed this the last time," Reed commented with a grin as the sound of the vans drew nearer to Malfoy Manor. "Just isn't the same without a good old game of Guess The Van Colours."

"Lesson learned: don't expect fun from Amy and Alecto," Walden stated seriously.

"Clearly," one of the other wolves grinned as the young wolves hurried over too.

"THREE WHITE, ONE RED, ONE BROWN!" came the chorus from Roden, Beynon and Holland, who had naturally kept eagle eyes for the colours of the vans.

"Awww, no forfeited smoothies!" Sebastian pouted, the other werewolves deflating a little as well.

"Sorry, kid, but we love Basti's smoothies as much as you do," Balthazar chuckled.

"So, apart from Rookwood, who else is on the children's hit list?" Hannah pondered.

"Amy," Walden and Augustus stated with certainty.

"I hope the snakes," Sebastian contributed with a grin.

"I think one of the grumpy wizards is going to get something again," Phoebe put in as well. "Either Yaxley, Lucius or one of the Carrows."

Avior chuckled at Phoebe's nickname for his colleagues. "I think you may be right on the money, wolf."

"I am also willing to bet on one of the Lestranges," the wolf with a scar running over his left eye commented with a wicked smirk. "Don't think it's Bella, but it could be one of the brothers."

"I hope Mikah's wrong," Izzy gulped, hiding her face into Augustus' cloak.

"Rodolphus is scary," was the sentiment shared by many of the young wolves.

In the meantime, the drivers of the vans had rolled their windows down – they heard that was necessary on this particular delivery from colleagues who had to do this trip before – and stuck their heads out of the window.

"Hello there!" they heard called from right above them as they did so. The five Muggles – two women and three men, all of varying ages – looked up and smiled at the three young weird young people up on the wall.

"Ah, you must be the sentry duty we have been hearing about!" one of the women, in the Royal Mail van, joked.

"Yes, ma'am," Rhydian bowed his head, tipping a non-existent hat, which earned him a whack around the head from Crystal.

"So, who are the packages for?" Lydia asked eagerly.

Out came the clipboards.

"I have one for Augustus Rookwood!" stated the only female driver for Amazon amongst the trio.

Crystal shouted over her shoulder, "SUCKS TO BE YOU, AUGUSTUS! YOU'RE TARGET NUMBER ONE!"

"Well, that one was expected," Balthazar chuckled.

"I have one for Rabastan Lestrange!" the Royal Mail Muggle informed.

"RABASTAN IS TARGET NUMBER TWO!" Rhydian shouted over his shoulder.

"Knew it!" Mikah laughed as everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have one for a Walden Macnair," the UPS Muggle added.

"MACNAIR, YOU'RE TARGET NUMBER THREE!" Lydia announced.

Walden could barely believe his ears. He gaped for a moment while everyone else stood stock-still in disbelief before the Executioner lit up, eyes shining. "Another one for me!"

"Lucky," some of the wolves grumbled.

"I have one for a Corban Yaxley!" the second Amazon Muggle informed their werewolf messengers.

"YAXLEY IS TARGET NUMBER FOUR!" chorused all three wolves.

Phoebe did a dance in celebration. "Called it!"

Balthazar chuckled evilly. "Corban is not going to be happy about this!"

"He is never happy, the ungrateful kneazle's fart," Avior pointed out.

The last Amazon Muggle, who had been trying to contain his laughter, stated, "I have a delivery for an Amycus Carrow."

Crystal, Lydia and Rhydian lit up and yelled back, "AMY IS TARGET NUMBER FIVE!"

"Thank you, Potter!" Walden cackled.

"This should be good," Reed agreed, smirking.

Crystal had turned back to the Muggles. "Do you know our protocol, by chance?"

Without so much as another word, the female Amazon Muggle hung out of her window a little more in order to reach the bell.

BBBBBRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGGGG!

*LET THE MAYHEM BEGIN!* Thalia and Nagini chorused happily as they shut off the television set – they still had not found a proper candidate for mate to Tom. There was one who looked way too sensitive, another looked just as grumpy as Tom, the third looked like they were being held hostage – unwilling mates were not good – and there was one whose teeth made Fenrir's look well cared for.

Lucius promptly opened another bottle of spirits as Narcissa and his Lord glared at him – the three had just been enjoying a cup of tea. Bellatrix stopped reading the story she was reading to Tom the Cabbage Patch Kid with Mr. Mupples gently pushing the make-shift crib as everyone piled into the room.

"How many colours, how many colours?" Antonin chanted happily as the silver orb floated over towards the Malfoys.

"I see, white, red – and brown!" Rowle announced with a grin. "All three."

"Hahahahahaha, no forfeited smoothies for the wolves," Travers cackled.

"You will forfeit your smoothie to me if you wake Tom up!" Bellatrix seethed, her eyes glowing with her magic.

Rodolphus had a thunderous expression on his face, but he didn't dare to make a comment this time. He was lonely, not suicidal.

Thalia was momentarily confused. *But Tom is already awake – oooooh, that Tom!* she giggled and looked down at the motionless doll. *I hope Tom's hatchlings will look marginally more human than this.*

Voldemort blanched. *Thalia!*

*What? Little Tom's head is huge!* Thalia protested. *It's going to be weird if a doll looks more like a walker than a hatchling that is born without a nose.*

Voldemort didn't get time to retort.

"Hello? Are we addressing the home owner?" came the question from the Muggles.

"Yes," Narcissa answered crisply. "I take it you have deliveries for my guests?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The listing began.

"My deliver is for Augustus Rookwood, who is apparently one of the people on your front path!"

Anticipation already started being built in the room.

"My delivery is for Rabastan Lestrange!"

Rabastan tried to keep a poker face hearing that, but inside he was bouncing with excitement.

"Oh boy," was all Lysander commented.

"This can go either way," Rowle sighed.

"As far as I know, Basti hasn't even retaliated yet," Rodolphus frowned. "So it shouldn't be too horrendous. Then again, it is Potter so anything could happen."

The listing continued.

"I have a delivery for a Walden Macnair, who is also on your front path!"

Jugson, Travers and Lysander pinched the bridge of their nose already.

Antonin started cackling with glee. "Another gift for Walden. This will be good!"

"I dread to think what monstrosity has been sent this time," Alecto shuddered.

"I have one for a Corban Yaxley!"

"WHY?!" Yaxley exploded while his friends started laughing at his expense.

"Because your reaction is funny," Rowle answered simply.

*The Potter hatchling knows your cloak stinks,* Thalia supplied. *Hopefully your cloak has been washed before your next mission with Agent Thalia tonight, Corban. Preferably with Lucius' detergent.*

Finally, "I have a delivery for an Amycus Carrow, ma'am!"

Amycus had his head in hands as the room erupted into cheers and whooping; Voldemort was smirking away. "I HATE THIS BOY!" the Death Eater wailed into his hands, Alecto patting her brother's shoulder.

"This is what you get for making low blow jokes, Amy!" Antonin taunted.

"I HATE YOU TOO!" Amycus added.

"I don't know why you're so surprised. Actions have consequences, Amy," Rabastan sneered meanly. "You should know that by now."

Narcissa, by now, had let the Muggles onto Malfoy land. Balthazar had signed the deliveries for the three Death Munchers not present outside while Augustus and Walden signed their own deliveries off. Everyone watched as three boxes were unloaded for Augustus, three for Rabastan, one for Walden, twenty boxes for Yaxley and forty for Amycus.

The lower rank Death Eaters and Wormtail were already bringing the boxes into Malfoy Manor as the Muggles took off again, the Death Munchers and wolves bringing one box for each pranked wizard into the parlour. Walden and Augustus carried their own boxes, Reed carried one in for Rabastan, Balthazar brought one to a sneering Yaxley and Crystal brought a box over to Amycus with a sickly sweet, evil smile.

Thalia tittered at the Carrow wizard's face. *Hey Nagini, if Amy ever manages to cast a Patronus I think it is going to be a lemon.*

*Why do you say that, Thalia?* Nagini asked, cocking her head.

*Because there is no animal on this planet that can fit Amy's sour soul,* Thalia answered bluntly.

"OK, who is going to suffer first?" Jugson asked, looking from one targeted Death Eater to the other.

"Just start with Macnair. He only has one," Fenrir pointed out with a growl.

"Agreed. Walden, if you pleassse," Voldemort stated imperiously.

The Executioner did not need to be told twice. With an excited expression plastered upon his countenance, he had the cardboard opened in no time with a nice, neat Cutting Charm, and peeked inside. Walden lit up at the odd metal instruments and started unpacking them in order to have a closer look at them.

Lysander pulled a face at each one as they were lifted from the box; Jugson, Travers, Yaxley and Lucius did not hide their disdain either. "What in the name of Merlin …? What are these medieval torture devices?"

"They look my dental health care sets," Fenrir snarled, eyes already flashing with anger. "Only more menacing looking!"

"That's because they are instruments that are part of a dentist's arsenal," Reed clarified with a small grin. "Scaler, burnisher, spoon excavator, dental drills, dental syringes, mouth mirrors – yep, almost a full set."

Bella's eyes were shining. "Yes, Mr. Mupples, they do look like fun! How much pain do they cause, Reed? How many kiddies run away screaming?" she inquired giddily, eyeing the instruments hungrily.

The Beta looked a little concerned as he answered, "they don't cause pain necessarily and there are enough kids afraid of the dentist."

"Yep!" came the affirmation of some of the younger wolves. "Creepy room with creepy stuff. No thanks!"

Reed's answer had not abated Bella's enthusiasm for the dentist equipment though. Walden glared at her. "These are mine, Bella! If you want your own, why don't you write to Potter and for some?" he asked snarkily.

Bella scowled. "Yes, indeed, Mr. Mupples, Walden does not know how to share!"

"Oh I can share a lot of things – just not my prank presents!" the Executioner shot back.

"But we can use them on Ollivander to get him to talk!" Bella pouted.

"He's not going to be able to talk with dentist shit in his mouth!" Fenrir regarded Bella as though she had finally lost the final shred of sanity.

Voldemort decided to put a sock into their petty argument by clearing his throat. Twice. Quite firmly. It worked a treat; Bella and Fenrir did continue glaring at each other though.

"Augusssstuusss, you next!" Voldemort ordered. He was rather curious to see what the Brat had decided to send his Unspeakable in retaliation for a music-loving Cobra Lily – Voldemort had to endure an extra night of relentless teasing from Nagini and Thalia when they saw the plant.

To make matters worse, they had been responsible for plying the Cobra Lily with Muggle music; true, Augustus had not helped in that matter, but it had been Nagini and Thalia who had started it.

Augustus opened his box and started unpacking the books: Favorite Greek Myths by Robert Blaisdell, Mythology by Edith Hamilton, Bulfinch's Mythology, D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths, The Greek Myths by Robert Graves, Heroes, Gods and Monsters of the Greek Myths, Homer's Iliad, Ovid's Metamorphoses, The Epic of Gilgamesh, Marie-Louise Sjoestedt's Celtic Gods and Heroes, Celtic Mythology by Ward Rutherford. Just a few titles amongst the array of books; some of them rang a bell to Augustus – Homer and Ovid – but the others did not. But it seemed that the theme for his prank was mythology.

Interesting choice, Augustus mused to himself.

As usual, Rabastan snuck a book from the pile to have a look. Sebastian snagged the more child-friendly looking

D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths to have a peek, Izzy reading over his shoulder. Even Alecto didn't sneer and picked up one or two books, curious to see if she could find anything regarding her namesake in them.

"More bloody books," Lysander grumbled. "As if Basti and Augustus already don't have enough of them between both of them!"

"Plus, written by bloody Muggles again," Jugson sniffed, pulling a face.

"Careful that you don't complain too loudly or the Prank Fairy will send you some next time," Antonin sneered.

Rowle snorted at that, as did Walden. "What the hell did you just call him?!" they chorused.

Antonin grinned. "Fitting right?"

Thalia, who looked up from watching Tom the Cabbage Patch Kid, looked extremely put out. *

That is better than anything I could have come up with.*

"Rabasssstan, your turn," Voldemort decided to move this process along before they lost both Augustus and Rabastan to the new books.

Rabastan put down The Epic of Gilgamesh and turned his attention onto his own box. One Cutting Charm later, the box was open and the young Lestrange was grinning his face off. Judging by some of the titles – Joy of Cooking, Better Homes and Gardens Old-Fashioned Home Baking, Depression Era Recipes, The I Hate To Cook Book, Charleston Recipes Repeat, The Thrill of the Grill, Creative Cooking Made Easy – the Potter boy did deliver on a few things but Rabastan's face did fall a little when he didn't see as many smoothie bookies as he had I will just have to improvise myself then, Rabastan stated to himself.

"Not exactly what you wanted, Basti?" Travers teased.

Rabastan scowled at him. "Mind your own business, Derrick," he advised coldly.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't be happy with the assumption that I would want to be treated like a housewife," Travers, unfortunately, could not help making that comment.

It earned him a nice Bat-Bogey Hex from Rabastan, and several shots from a NERF gun Reed borrowed from one of the children.

"So, who is next?" Mikah the werewolf wondered out loud, looking between Yaxley and Amycus.

"Amy's prank is likely a punishment so let's savour his misery for last," Antonin suggested with a nasty grin.

"I like that idea," Rabastan smirked.

"Hehehehehehehe," Bella was in agreement as well.

Rodolphus didn't say anything; his malicious grin spoke volumes. Amycus glowered and sneered at the four of them but didn't make a retort. This made Balthazar turn to the equally annoyed Yaxley next to him. "So, Corban, old chap, what do you think Potter has sent you this time?" he asked in an irritatingly bright tone.

"Misery," came Yaxley's very blunt answer.

*Tom, can you use your I-will-make-you-obey-me-muhahahaha spell and force Corban to smile? He is being worse than you,* Thalia complained. She then lit up. *Hey Nagini, why is it ironic Corban's getting wrinkles?*

Voldemort braced himself.

Nagini lit up. *I don't know, Thalia, tell me!*

*Because it meant he wasn't once a Good-Mood Eater!*

I think I might actually borrow one of Lucius' cheap alcohols at this point, the Dark Lord stated to himself derisively.

Ooooo a drunk Dark Lord! Now THAT would be an achievement.

Voldemort sighed in exhaustion. Harry.

Hello, Voldie. How is it going?

Walden and Augustus like your nonsense, Rabastan is disappointed about something, and we have yet to open Corban's package. What in the blazes did you send him this time?

Heheehehehehe, now that would be telling! the Brat teased. However, if the adverts are supposed to be believed, they should be able to make all of your stick-in-the-mud Death Munchers as happy as children!

Voldemort's eyes widened at hearing that. Unfortunately, the boy had once again left before his nemesis could start asking too many questions, leaving the Dark Lord to curse Harry Potter's continued existence once again.

"Corban, open the box!" the Dark Lord was getting impatient to see what in the name of Mordred and Caliburn the boy had sent that was Muggle and could somehow make his Death Eaters very happy.

Yaxley did not really have a choice but to comply at this point, unless he wanted to get another Boglin in his room and receive a Cruciatus along with it. It would mean having a cluttered window sill, to add to the ignominy – Yaxley's cupboards, wardrobe and bookcase as well as desk were already covered with those ugly monstrosities.

The Death Eater drew his wand and simply Banished his box, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. Onto the coffee table before him dropped a mountain of colourful plastic bags

all of which had Haribo at the top of the packet. While the Death Munchers blinked in shock, the former Muggle children amongst the werewolves started to bounce giddily.

"HARIBO! YAAAAAAAAAAY!" they squealed, causing a few of the adults in the room to close their ears because their voices reached such a high pitch.

"The wolves are enthusiastic as always," Alecto commented wryly.

"Let me guess: Muggle children's sweets," Rodolphus added derisively.

"Not exactly," Reed grinned. "The adverts specifically say that they are for adults too – 'Haribo makes the children happy, and the adults as well'. I think that is the direct translation from the original German but don't quote me on it."

"German?" Rabastan repeated with a small grin as he too picked up a packet. Balthazar, Bella, and Mr. Mupples followed suit.

"Yes, Haribo is a German brand. It is pretty good," Reed answered, catching a pack that Izzy chucked to him. The children were already raiding the pile.

Yaxley pulled a face. "I cannot wait to hex that impudent child!" he seethed.

"Good news, Corban, you have nineteen of those boxes left!" Avior announced happily.

Steam began coming out of Yaxley's ears; the windows already started to show signs of beginning to crack again.

"That is it! I am going to find something that will make the Brat wish he had never decided to engage in this grotesque MISADVENTURE!"

There went a few of the windows; Narcissa and Lucius started making some very concerning noises.

*Oh dear, Corban is on window duty later,* Nagini tutted.

It was then that all eyes turned onto Amycus, looking between him and his box with pointed looks and smirks of anticipation. Even Mr. Mupples and Teddy Ruxpin were giving Amycus looks that he found rather concerning. Not to mention Nagini and Thalia were ogling the box as well. Those two still scared the heebies out of the Carrow wizard.

"Get ready to cry, Amy!" Antonin, Walden and Rowle chorused.

"Stop. Calling. Me. Amy!" Amycus seethed as he begrudgingly used a Cutting Charm to open the cardboard box in front of him.

The Death Muncher then tipped the contents onto the coffee table, not having enough energy to unpack all the nonsense that was no doubt in that stupid box. A cascade of toys, clothes, movies and knickknacks came tumbling out of the box and spread over the coffee table. A few of the young wolves caught boxes containing glass and snow globes. Bambi, Eeyore, Beauty and the Beast Tea Set, Kissing Nala and Simba, Adult Nala plush toy – Amycus' head was spinning. It was a monsoon of childish paraphernalia and shit and Amycus already had enough of it.

The floor was quickly littered once more with cackling Death Eaters while the wolves dived straight for the 'Disney stuff', apparently. Even the adult wolves were struggling to breathe because they were laughing so hard. Voldemort too had to hide his head in his hands; he hated to admit it but this humiliation of Amycus was pretty funny.

"Hey, Amy, that depressed donkey suits you!" Avior managed to comment the moment he had gathered enough oxygen, pointing at the Eeyore plushie.

"SHUT UP!" Amycus wailed.

"You're right on the money, sir," Izzy informed Avery Senior candidly. "Eeyore is gloomy, moody, always looks on the bad sad of life and rarely smiles."

"Definitely fitting," came the chorus from Amycus' colleagues.

"And he has thirty nine of those boxes left!" Rabastan added, cackling away.

That fact broke Amycus in about five seconds. Very soon the Carrow wizard was sitting in one of the armchairs with a newly conjured glass and helping himself to some of Lucius' apparently cheap Muggle alcohol, sobbing away.

Bella laughed maniacally at this sight. "I feel vindicated! Yes, indeed, Mr. Mupples, Amy has deserved this! Maybe this will teach him to make insensitive comments that are below the belt. … Mmmm what is it, Mr. Mupples? What do you mean, we shouldn't ask the elves to make dinner tonight? … WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOUR PAPA HAS ARRANGED DINNER?!"

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The last thing that Nymphadora Tonks had expected at work was a visit from the mail clerks and her desk to be laden with ten parcels! Her day had already been made: Dolores the toad had fled from her office, ribbiting and complaining about 'her new tea set haunting her office and trying to curse her'. Tonks had to really bite into her cheek in order to try and keep a straight face when she heard – Kingsley had been with her when they had heard the news, and Kings was not in on the plot to drive the evil pink witch into the Janus Thickney ward at St. Mungo's. At least, not yet.

Tonks had been busy, or at least pretending to be, to find the cause of the spell behind the singing kitty plates in Umbridge's office. On Amelia's orders, of course. Then, she had gotten a summons from Sphinx – a fellow Auror who had a habit of always speaking in riddles or weird Muggle poems – about 'deliveries from a shadowed acquaintance'. Tonks knew Sphinx well enough by this point to deduce that she had mail from someone, and had gone to get it.

That was when Tonks came face to face with the ten clerks holding a parcel each, looking extremely confused with some looking exceedingly disgruntled. Naturally, Tonks had first cast as many Dark magic tracing spells as she could before she even contemplated touching the things. She was a lot of things, but she wasn't stupid.

Nothing.

Tonks had thought for a moment, before a thought struck her like a hammer striking a bell and a lightbulb moment occurred in her head. Alastor had been pranked by Harry on request from Walden Macnair. Was she now being pranked too?! This possibility made Tonks light up. If that was the case, who had requested she be a target?

Aunt Bella was a very good option, Aunt Narcissa as well. It could also have been Antonin Dolohov; Tonks had enjoyed bullying the Russian Death Eater during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. Dolohov never did like losing to anyone. Whoever it was, though, Harry had complied.

Little shit, Tonks thought fondly as she decided to open the first parcel, ignoring the ogling eyes of some of her fellow Aurors.

From the first parcel, Tonks fished out an old fashioned blouse, corset, and skirt that she had seen her mother wear in old photographs. There was a hat in there decorated with gears and other gizmos as well as a pair of goggles. Tonks blinked at them; they were very pretty and she could tell, thanks to her mother, the clothes were of good quality. The Auror then found a leaflet with the clothes – one word stood out to her, Steampunk.

Whatever it was, Tonks was liking it already. She smirked to herself.

"What did you get, Dora?" she heard someone ask curiously.

"Clothes," Tonks answered simply as she moved onto parcel number two.

This one had a 1920s grey tweed suit, club collar shirt, a dark overcoat, and a grey 8-panel cap. Tonks started laughing to herself; she could actually work with this one! Then it hit her. Maybe these were not just clothes. They were disguises!

As she moved onto parcel three, Tonks had gathered quite the crowd, all of whom were interested to see what had been sent to the strange Metamorphagus, and by whom. They were very disappointed when it appeared that the parcels came without a note.

Parcel three contained an ugly pink dress and jacket, which caused Tonks to cackle in a manner that for a moment the rest of the Aurors thought that Bellatrix Lestrange was in the room with them.

"Oh Merlin," was a sentiment shared by a few of the Aurors.

Parcel four was the biggest until now, and for good reason: it contained a full adult size, realistic dragon costume. Tonks' eyes shone as she examined it – the dragon looked like a product between a Hebridean Black and a Romanian Longhorn with its main black body, green and yellow accents and distinctive horns.

The other parcels were forgotten for a while as Tonks put off her signature trench coat and began to clamour into the dragon suit, with her colleagues watching her in amusement or simple resignation. They knew there was absolutely no point in trying to stop her. It was safe to say that there was not one straight face once Tonks had gotten into the suit and started marching around the office, the dragon tail swishing as she did so and using her powers to create a realistic dragon cry.

Perhaps a little too realistic, because the civil servants who had heard the dragon cry started running around in panic about a dragon that had managed to break into the Ministry, causing a panic to ensue in the department that dealt with magical creatures.

Tonks the dragon hid her parcels under her desk and tried to look as innocent as she possibly could as Amelia and Kingsley came out of their offices to see what the raucous was about. Once they heard, 'there is a dragon in the Ministry', and then saw a giant black-green-yellow dragon sitting at Tonks' desk, 'researching' spells, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and her unofficial right hand put two and two together.

This issue was, it was pretty funny.

Thus, Amelia Bones fought to keep a straight face as she said, "Auror Tonks?"

The dragon turned around. "Yes, ma'am?" came Tonks' voice innocently from within.

"Care to explain?" Amelia inquired silkily.

"I got mail," came the blunt answer from the Metamorphagus.

"Oh for Merlin's sake," Kingsley was already pinching the bridge of his nose. "Harry has pranked you!"

Amelia bit her bottom lip. It was a good prank too!

"Well, I am not going to ask you to take the costume off for now, but I will ask you not to mimic dragon cries again," Madam Bones stated as crisply as she could. "And I suggest that if you want to get a doughnut, you either take the costume off or make sure it is clear you are not a real dragon."

The dragon physically drooped a little. Tonks was clearly pouting.

"Yes, ma'am," she answered obediently.

"Good," Amelia smirked as she turned back to walk to her office. She quietly could not wait to tell Susan about the mayhem Harry Potter caused at the Ministry – again.

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"Ah! Punctual as ever, Harry. Come in, come in. Would you like some tea before we begin?"

"No thank you, sir," the Boy-Who-Was-More-Eager-To-Look-At-Memories-Than-To-Drink-Tea answered politely.

Dumbledore beamed. "Straight to business as ever, my boy? Very well! Today's lesson will not be our continuation class on Tom. Instead, I think it is a good idea to enlighten you a little on his lieutenant: Bellatrix Lestrange, or Bellatrix Black as I knew her the best."

Harry gave a curt nod, eyes wide with surprise. The Pensieve floated out from its grand stone bed and over to the Headmaster and the Bane of the Dark Side, Fawkes watching quietly in fascination. Dumbledore hummed as he started gathering a few vials from his crystal cabinet.

"Dear Bella, as you know, was cousin to Sirius; the eldest daughter of Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier," Dumbledore continued as soon as he had the vials he wanted and started laying them out carefully on the table. "Sister to Andromeda and Narcissa; also something you know. They say Bella was afflicted by the Black madness – it is actually a bit more complicated than that."

With that, Dumbledore unclogged the first vial and poured it into the Pensieve.

Curiosity killed the cat in Harry immediately, and the Saviour plunged into the memory waters instantly.

-Memory one-

Harry stood in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, watching the Sorting Ceremony. He recognised McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick and Slughorn, all looking a whole lot younger than they did now. Harry even smiled as seeing Professor Kettleburn, without an eyepatch.

"Black, Bellatrix!" McGonagall called.

Harry's eyes widened as an eleven-year-old Bella, raven hair curly but well kept and eyes holding determination rather than madness, stepped forwards from the group of first years and took a seat on the stool like she was taking a seat on a throne.

The Hat touched Bella's head; Harry had expected it to immediately Sort Bella as it had done to Draco, but it didn't. Bella was on there for almost as long as he was when the Hat had wanted to Sort him into Slytherin but Harry had begged to be put into anywhere else.

Finally, the Hat spoke. "Very well. SLYTHERIN!"

The Snakes all kept their applause demure, but their smirks told Harry enough.

It was after the Sorting Ceremony was over that Dumbledore turned their attention fully onto the Slytherin table.

"You were up there a long time, Black. Did the Hat have reservations?" a second year boy sneered.

Bella scowled at him. "Shut up, Rosier!"

"That's a yes," Rosier replied, looking smug. The boy smirked. "Did it want to put you with the Badgers? Or even worse, the Lions? We all know you don't have a cunning bone in your body and no ambition to speak of – OWWW!"

Harry had bit his lip; Bella had kicked the Rosier shit very hard in the shin.

"Careful, Rosier, before her Black madness kicks in!" a third year Slytherin girl taunted.

Bella glowered at the person who spoke. "You talk out of your behind, Snyde."

"We all know your family has an affliction, and it is only a matter of time before it strikes again," Snyde smirked. "Will it be you, or one of your sisters, I wonder? Or maybe that new cousin of yours? Sirius. The first mad Lord Black in one hundred years!"

Bella sneered as others started cackling. "You will shut up about my family if you know what is good for you."

"Is that a threat, firstie?" Snyde mocked.

Bella's eyes flashed to a different colour for a moment; Harry almost thought he was seeing things. "It is a warning," the young Bella replied coldly.

-Memory one ends-

"Fear and jealousy never seem to get old, do they?" Dumbledore asked whimsically with a sigh as he took the second vial in his hands.

"Sir, I don't understand," Harry felt a little stupid at this point. "Why … why was she treated like this on the first night?"

"Back then the Black name held illustrious political power and struck fear in the hearts of many pureblood families," Dumbledore explained. "Even more than the Malfoys do now. The madness in the family could affect the mind of a person, but could also amplify their magic; it was always a coin toss to see where it would land. As an heiress, Bella represented all of that. Children can be cruel, as you know yourself."

Harry hummed in agreement. He then narrowed his eyes. "Bellatrix was a Hat Stall. Where did the Hat want to put her?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Evan Rosier had been right with his assumptions. Hufflepuff."

Harry was gaping unabashedly at this point. Dumbledore sighed. "I do not see why it is so surprising. Bella was hardworking, fiercely loyal to those she loves, especially her family; almost to her own detriment. As you will now see."

In went the second memory.

-Memory two-

Harry and Dumbledore watched as fifteen-year-old Bella, dressed entirely in black, taught knife fighting of all things to two young girls whom Harry already guessed were Andromeda and Narcissa – judging by the blonde hair of one and the other looking so much like Bella it was uncanny – and a young boy with dusty brown hair. Harry suspected it was either Rabastan or Barty.

The kids were dressed in black too and wore arm guards, following Bella's instructions closely. A group of Slytherins, who Harry suspected were perhaps Bella's friends, judging by their age, as well as some younger Slytherins, sat nearby watching them, assessing Bella's moves.

"Keep your feet moving as though you're moving about a triangle – emphasis the angle of your attack, Andy, not your slashes! Nice trapping, Basti! Have you been practising?"

Young Rabastan nodded proudly.

"Shouldn't you be teaching them some proper fighting techniques, with magic?" sneered one of the guys from the group of Slytherins.

"Shouldn't you be minding your own business, Mulciber?" Bella shot back easily, not taking her eyes of Andromeda and Rabastan as they duelled.

"Xander does have a point, Bella," the dirty-blonde haired boy next to this different Mulciber spoke up. "You don't want people to think House Black is full of blood traitors, do you?"

This caused all three sisters of House Black to glare menacingly at the offending Slytherin boy. "Shut up, Avery!" they chorused.

Unfortunately, Andromeda had dropped her guard and Rabastan had landed a direct, clean hit on the upper half of her arm. Andromeda yelped in pain, dropping her blade immediately; Rabastan's eyes widening in shock. Bella rushed to her sister's aid immediately, casting several nonverbal spells that Harry only knew were Healing spells because the cut was soon gone.

An older Rosier sneered. "Your sister needs toughening up, Bells."

"Evan, shut up," Rodolphus advised, seeing Bella's eyes flash dangerously. Clearly they knew by now what that meant.

Bella had her eyes fixed on Xander Mulciber and Lysander Avery. "How many times do I have to teach the pair of you the same lesson?" she hissed as she waved her wand once, causing the knives she and the children had been using to levitate up into the air. "Snyde had to learn the hard way – maybe you should as well?"

Mulciber and Avery's eyes widened as fire suddenly coated the blades and with a nonverbal

Oppugno the knives zoomed towards them. Both boys fled for their lives as the blades homed in on their targets, swishing hungrily and sending whips of fire at them. Mulciber and Avery managed to dodge the hits four times each before on the fifth, they had to resort hiding behind trees.

All the while, there was a smirk on Bella's face and in her eyes, a glimmer of the look Harry recognised.

Finally the knives were suddenly transfigured into roses and began falling limp to the ground. Professor McGonagall marched out, face red with fury. "Miss Black, what is the meaning of this?" she seethed. "How many times does it need to be impressed upon you the dangers of knives?"

Bella did not reply, nor did that smirk or look abate.

The Head of Gryffindor shook her head. "You will serve detention with me for the rest of the month and fifty points taken from Slytherin. I will write to your parents and if I ever find another knife in your possession, I will inform the Headmaster."

That knocked Bella back to her senses. "Yes, professor," she answered obediently.

"Good," Professor McGonagall regarded her with obvious mistrust before leaving again.

"Well, McGonagall just did our work for us," Rosier commented with a chuckle.

Rosier was thanked for that comment by pecking birds conjured by Andromeda.

-Memory two ends-

Harry took a moment to run what he had seen through his head. "She blamed Avery Junior and Mulciber's son for Andromeda's injury, didn't she?" he eventually asked out loud.

"She did," Dumbledore agreed. "By this point, Bellatrix was a skilled duellist, both magically and hand-to-hand. A talent her mother Druella cultivated in her. But, as the years passed, it was clear that … mentally, there was something amiss with Bellatrix. Not just because of her short temper or because she had the inclination to attack those who crossed her."

"The Black madness?" Harry guessed.

"No, not exactly," Dumbledore's face turned more contrite than the new Lord Black had seen until now. "I discovered the reason why during Bellatrix's only rebellion against her family."

In went memory number three.

-Memory three-

Harry and Dumbledore stood in his office, behind the memory Dumbledore's throne. Seated in front of the Headmaster's desk were an aristocratic looking couple, a dark haired stern man and a woman who Bella and Andromeda looked so much like it was impossible to deny the family connection, as well as sixteen-year-old Bella, looking as defiant as ever.

"Cygnus, Druella, I am perfectly aware that you are a product of your time, but Bellatrix is a product of hers," Dumbledore was trying to convince Mr. and Mrs. Black of something. "Young witches have opportunity for employment and their own agency-"

"She has no need for employment, Dumbledore!" Cygnus Black snarled. "She is a Black! She will be a dutiful wife and mother, as is expected of her!"

Bella snorted at this.

"Bellatrix!" her mother scolded.

"I refuse to condemn myself to floating about a house doing nothing all day!" Bellatrix shot back. "Professors Slughorn, McGonagall and Flitwick all say I have what it takes to be an Auror, and I believe they are right. I can prove myself useful-"

"Your marriage will be valuable to us, not your job!" Cygnus Black exploded.

"Tell that to Andy would you? She wants to become a Cursebreaker at Gringotts, with all the added benefits of having the alliance of the goblins. But oh – I forgot. It is her

marriage that will be useful, not her job," Bella sassed.

There was a dangerous glint in the eyes of Bella's father at this point. Druella stepped in. "Bella, that is enough. We will discuss this-"

"There is nothing to discuss! We came here to tell Dumbledore to stop putting thoughts of a job into our daughters' heads!"

"We did nothing of the sort," Dumbledore reassured serenely. "We simply advise the students according to their passions and talents. As we did in both your times, though you chose to follow your own paths."

"We did our duty to our families," Cygnus Black shot back. "As any good son or daughter does!"

"Why did you? It is not like you were ever in contention for being Lord Black." Bella could not resist sassing.

The dangerous glint was back in Cygnus' eyes. "Right, you and I are going to talk outside, young lady!"

A look of pure fear spread onto Druella's face. Resignation was on Bella's. The Black family left in a hurry but for whatever reason, Dumbledore decided to follow them at a distance, so Harry and the Headmaster followed along.

"-I will teach you to defy me so publicly again!"

"Cygnus, no, not here!"

Harry's eyes widened as he watched Cygnus Black put his wand to his daughter's head and cast what Harry knew was a Memory Charm – whether it was Obliviate, he could only guess. But the light was the same as Lockhart's backfired Memory Charm.

Cygnus Black was messing with his own daughter's mind!

"I will ask you, once and firmly, to not raise your wand against my students," Dumbledore stated crisply, causing both Cygnus and Druella to look like deer caught in the headlights. Bella stepped away from her parents, quite quickly. "Miss Black, go back to your lesson please."

Bella did not need to be told twice.

Cygnus sneered. "Stay out of family business, if you know what is good for you, Dumbledore."

"While you are on Hogwarts' soil, your family business comes second," Dumbledore responded firmly. "Now, I will ask you – politely – to leave, quietly if you can manage that."

-Memory three ends-

"Shit," was the first thing that came out of Harry's mouth when the Pensieve spat them out. He could barely believe what he had seen. "Bella's father messed with her bloody head! As a punishment!"

"Yes," Dumbledore confirmed gravely. "Unfortunately, that was a milder punishment amongst some pureblood families."

"You knew," Harry turned around, eyes blazing. "You knew and you did nothing!"

"What could I do?" Dumbledore countered. "I would have to have involved Lord Orion Black, whose own wife had questionable ways in dealing with her own sons when they misbehaved! I had no authority to interfere in Black family business; I could only protect them here. But that could only go so far."

"Her father's punishments took a toll on her mind," Harry scoffed. "She is a monster of his making."

"That is partially true. Tom completed the transformation," Dumbledore sighed sadly.

"And what about Bella's fertility issues?" Harry questioned, taking Dumbledore off-guard completely. "Would that also be as a result of a pureblood punishment used in the past?"

"I have no idea. It could be simply because of the conception issues that many purebloods are experiencing," Dumbledore answered. He cocked his head a little. "How do you know Bella has fertility issues, Harry?"

"She told me," came the blunt answer.

"Of course she did," the Headmaster's eyes started twinkling. "Well, I think this is enough for one evening. Next Saturday we will cover the Lestrange boys, what do you say?"

"Yes, sir," Harry agreed readily with a small grin. "Good evening."

"Sleep well, later, Harry, and try not to bully Tom in his sleep too much."

Fat chance, was the thought the Bane of the Dark Side had on the way back to Gryffindor Tower. He mulled over everything he had seen. Including the two people he had not seen amongst the group: Evan Rosier and Xander Mulciber.

Harry didn't even know that Balthazar Mulciber had a kid. No one so much as mentioned him.

Maybe these memories would give him some more info on him and Evan? Perhaps also on Regulus Black?

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Yaxley was relieved to be able to escape Malfoy Manor for an evening mission for Operation Make The Toad Scream. As it turned out, Potter had sent his enemies take out Chinese food and must have added something extra with the damn order because every single meal was so hot Yaxley thought that everyone would spontaneously turn into dragons at some point. Only the werewolves bit through the pain, the masochists.

Fortunately for the Death Eater and his serpentine companion, all of Umbridge's civil servants had gone home already for the evening. Breaking into the office was thus a piece of cake. Yaxley hid Rowle's hound automaton in Umbridge's closet, under Bella's cursed dress, while Thalia hid Rookwood's gift in plain sight, on a nail in the wall next to the standing mirror. She then carefully placed Mr. Mupples' clay creatures around the room.

*One here … one there … all of them everywhere … let's hope they jump out from all corners and give the toad a nasty fright!* Thalia cackled. *So, Augustus' nightmare maker is in place – ah yes, we put Amy's cursed radio here with all the other music stuff and the invisible fart pillows go there, there and there,* she added as she finished placing invisible whoopee cushions on the chairs around the room.

Yaxley smirked. "Well done, Thalia. That leaves only the kittens."

As if on cue, the mewing inside the cardboard box began. Yaxley released the felines from within, Tsar leading the charge and heading straight for Umbridge's ugly pink floral curtains.

Thalia cackled. *Destroy, kitties, DESTROY!* she laughed maniacally. *MAKE THE TOAD SUFFER!*

More mewing of affirmation as the kittens got to work; two of them were already rearranging all of Umbridge's books, shoes and papers.

Yaxley laughed to himself as he scooped Thalia up and made his escape, making sure to lock the door behind him.

*If this doesn't do it, I don't know what else we can try,* Thalia commented with a sigh. *We may need more help from Amelia then.*

Yaxley, of course, did not answer.

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So there is more to Bella's madness than meets the eye … and then there has been some effects on the Vanishing Cabinet? I wonder what could have happened, hehehehehehehe. Sorry, everyone no spoilers! You are just going to have to wait until the next chapter for Draco to tear his hair out …

I want to thank the amazing reviewers who suggested Macnair should get dentist equipment and Haribo be sent to one of the more grumpy Death Eaters! I am loving each suggestion – I especially like the poster idea that has been recently suggested and am definitely going to find a good place to put it.

I hope you guys liked this chapter and I will see you all in the next moment of madness!

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