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crookshanks_kitty · 08-08-2011, 09:26 PM

Hey everyone! This is my third ff on Snicthseeker and it's my first attempt at comedy. I came up with the idea while waiting for the Pottermore clue to show up in the Magical Quill Challenge. It was the early hours of the morning and naturally, I had nothing else to do than refresh my browser every few seconds and fight sleep by thinking up some random stories. *Shrugs* Anyways I meant this ff to be a one shot but then I decided to break it in two halves. This is the first part. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer:

I would like to give credit to author JK Rowling who has created the wonderful world of Harry Potter which has been a source of entertainment and inspiration for generations to come.

A Death Eater Party
Enter if you Dare! (Part 1)

Sprints, leaps, pounces, slips, holds on to dear life… um trips (that’s unfortunate)… gets up, jogs, skips, dances… dances? Goes back to running…

Confused? Okay, let’s play it in slow motion, shall we?

So technically he was running as fast as humanly possible. Now that should put things in perspective.

He was in a way, on a quest for survival as you’d like to call it. Yes let’s call it that. Basically, his life was on the line. It was simply the matter of life or death.

He gripped tightly onto the treasured box, embracing it securely to his chest as if his life depended on it. Well quite frankly, it did!

So by now you must be wondering who our mysterious thief is. Aha! I knew you were thinking that. He sounds more like thief than a superhero, doesn’t he?

For one thing, superheroes don’t fall and slip while in a heroic action scene, or otherwise things would turn out for the worse, evil would dominate the world and we’d all be enslaved by the bad guys. They can’t afford to be clumsy. Then again, neither can the thieves. But that’s just beside the point. And yes, I’m trying to prove a point here. Just smile and nod.

Bear with me then, you’d be interested to hear what comes after my jabber. Ooh, already interested, aren’t you? *Grins mischievously* Advertisement break cuts in—

“Stay tuned for more of the adventures of Robin Hood and the Bald Chasing Trolls right after the break—”

Ahaha! Getting teary eyed here. Sorry, sorry! I’ll promise to avoid getting side tracked from this time forth. Really I love you readers… not in a creepy way, you know just the friendly sort of love which shows that I care and… Alright, back to the story. So where were we? Oh yes, the part that the trolls catch up and “accidentally” step on and squish our beloved thief. Nah! I’m only joking. You wouldn’t want to see his guts, the rating is children friendly.

We can’t afford to lose our lead character so early in the story, can we? He can die like sometime in the middle or more towards the end of the tale in a very tragic Shakespearean way, right? *Ten seconds later* Erm, or maybe not.

Oh almost forgot. His identity still remains a mystery. Don’t compel your brain, it’s no use. I promise that regardless of your IQ point (although you’ve probably already lost a few by now) you won’t be able to guess this one.

He’s neither a Pirate of the Caribbean who has sought a lost buried treasure and now is fleeing from his crew to go sell his fortune and become a self made millionaire over a night, nor is he Frodo running off with Sauron’s magical One Ring to go trade it with Marvolo Gaunt's heirloom— although both scenarios would make quite an intriguing plot. *Strokes chin*

But who cares, move aside, I’ve got a much more interesting story to tell. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to our champion, the one and only brave savior who saved a dear life on this very special occasion. Give it up for—

Whoops! Pause it for a sec. There he fell again. How I’m disappointed.

“Get up you good for nothing fool. I don’t want to let down my audience here!” [Spoken in a sharp undertone] Just pretend you didn’t hear that.

Pft, oh don’t worry that was quite intentional, it’s a build up to a dramatic climax. Ha ha… ha. *Coughs* Oh Common! He should at least break a leg, split a backbone, or lose a toe to make things exciting. Hint hint!

ALRIGHT, LOOSING MY PATIENCE HERE! EITHER I’LL COME THERE AND SNATCH THE REMOTE OR JUST FAST FORWARD IT TO THE PART THAT THEY… to the interesting part that all the buzz has been lead up to.

Right thank you [giving my most threatening glare]. I’m all smiles.

He lunged and dived on to his knees to land in front of “he who’s terribly scary” (with no sharp claws or pointed teeth though). Lucky that he didn’t get there a few seconds late since “he who’s terribly scary” doesn’t have extra time on his hands to spare. It’s a case of desperation mixed with a sense of exasperation.

“My Lord,” He spoke in a tiny quavering voice as he bowed to present the treasured box.

Wait pause it again. I don’t know if it’s just me or the picture looks terribly wrong. Why is he down on one knee as if to propose? Can you guess the next line?

Um no.

*Clicks play* He reached out to seize the box. His long fingers appeared bony and pale as if his skin lay flat on his bones. Let me check… don’t worry I don’t see any claws. But I should say, he could use a little manicure. His nails look as if they’ve been soaked in mug for a good 48 hours. Mind you, they’re quite long too… nope, definitely not a claw. *Surveys the nails skeptically*

“I was beginning to have second thoughts on sending you, Wormtail,” he hissed threateningly. “If you were any slower, I’d swear on my father’s grave (he dramatically turned on his heels and pointed towards the grave stone) you’d go backwards.” He gazed unblinkingly into the plump face of his toothy servant.

No one dared to break the silence. A crowd of masked men in dark cloaks were gathered in a circle. All eyes were on the two men standing face to face in the centre of the assembly. Pettigrew took a step back, not daring to look his master in the eyes.

“Nevertheless, you’ve been of great use tonight. There’s no doubt about that.” Were his ears deceiving him or was that unusually kind tone coming from Voldemort?

Voldemort smiled to reveal a set of yellowed teeth. Pettigrew wished he didn’t. His lips were pulled over his teeth in a thin line as if he’d forgotten how to smile properly. He looked incredibly odd and his kindness seemed rather sickening if not mental.

A piercing silence followed. Not a pin drop could be heard. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath, until…

*Stomach Growl* Voldemort’s eyes widened to the point that it looked as if they would pop out of their sockets.

“Well? What are you all waiting for? Go on, suit yourselves. Chat while you have the chance. I’m in a very good mood tonight,” Voldemort spoke out to the crowd at large. No one budged.

“I said, quit staring! Start chatter before I make you do so!” He spoke louder this time. And so everyone pretended to busy themselves with a conversation, all trying very hard to suddenly look interested in what the person next to them had to say. It was awkward. Death Eaters just don't do friendly. It's not in their game.

“Where ever did you manage to find it?” Voldemort spoke in a hushed voice as he turned his attention back to Pettigrew.

“My Lord, I should say, it required a great deal of courage. If I didn’t have the nerves to go through that journey… Oh the anguish I endured. I sacrificed my blood and sweat on the way of acquiring—”

“Yeah shut up,” Voldemort interrupted in an uninterested tone, clearly not having paid any attention to Pettigrew’s little speech. He was beginning to shake the box uncontrollably to reveal its contents. That’s desperation to the point of insanity.

“Um yeah I acciod it out of the window of a muggle house right down Little Hangleton,” Pettigrew admitted sheepishly. At the word muggle Voldemort froze, but quickly went back to fumbling the box nevertheless.

With a flick of his wand, Pettigrew opened the box after watching Voldemort’s fruitless efforts drag on for another minute or so. Bad idea. Voldemort iced up. His eyes shifted to lock on Pettigrew’s with the most hostile glower. Pettigrew decided to play dumb and aimlessly stared into space as if he wasn’t the one who’d opened it.

Wait for it… but Voldemort decided against rebuking now that his most desired prize was within his reach. Anything else could wait for later.

He looked back down and made a face of adoration. Pettigrew felt sick down to his stomach. Really why did he have to do that? Something might have gone wrong with his rebirth potion. Yes, that should be it. Though he was sure he’s followed all the instructions correctly. He made a mental note of rechecking the old manual later.

At last, he reached out and gently picked up his prize with his thumb and index finger. How he loved its squishy and elastic texture. Yeah, as you may have guessed already it wasn’t a ring.

He brought it up to study the goody richness of its essence better in the light.

“Gummy bear!” He marveled and then gobbled it down noisily like a wild hungry animal.

Finally! Pettigrew exhaled in relief. Voldemort had been craving over this… what’s it called… “gummy bear” since the second he was reborn. His unstoppable request for it had become rather irritating. Pettigrew watched Voldemort devour the jelly to the last bit. This just proved that his twelve years living as a pet rat in the hope for one day finding the most evil and powerful wizard of all time had went down the drain.

Voldemort burped.

It had proven to be a long night. First their encounter with the Potter boy, next the rebirth ceremony, then the scar head’s unplanned escape and now him being sent on a quest for the said gummy bear.

If Potter ever knew about Voldemort’s little secret on living off of gummy bears then that would count as the end of both Voldemort and his herd of Death Eaters.

“Alright everyone, I know we didn’t get to finish off Potter tonight… but don’t worry we will, when the time comes,” Voldemort announced to the crowd and silence broke out once more. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself with his words than anyone else. He smiled of satisfaction. It was a painful gesture.

“Think about it, how many other Dark Lords do you have and how many more occasions are there that a Dark Lord is reborn?” He made a point there but boy was he terrible at giving charismatic speeches.

Everyone exchanged doubtful glances, some looking more nervous than others as if expecting this to be one of Voldemort’s nasty jokes before his temper would erupt once again. This is the part that they should run for their lives, except—

“So what if we didn't get to finish Potter tonight. There's loads of time left for that." Yeah, good luck with that.

"So I say, this should be a cause for a celebration! Let’s party!” He voiced his decision a bit too enthusiastically. No one spoke.

Silence continued.

Okaaay...

By this point it turned just plain awkward.

“I said, let’s get the party started!” Now they’d be stupid to not catch the demand in his tone. It was an order and an exciting one at that!

To be continued…

-Ava. G-

08-08-2011, 09:26 PM	#1 (permalink)
crookshanks_kitty Firecrab Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Canada Posts: 795 Hogwarts RPG Name: Parmis Fifth Year	A Death Eater Party — Enter If You Dare! - Sa9+ carrot lover (not) // torturously friendly // secret spy // HP nerd // <3 sparkles // who am I? Hey everyone! This is my third ff on Snicthseeker and it's my first attempt at comedy. I came up with the idea while waiting for the Pottermore clue to show up in the Magical Quill Challenge. It was the early hours of the morning and naturally, I had nothing else to do than refresh my browser every few seconds and fight sleep by thinking up some random stories. Shrugs Anyways I meant this ff to be a one shot but then I decided to break it in two halves. This is the first part. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: I would like to give credit to author JK Rowling who has created the wonderful world of Harry Potter which has been a source of entertainment and inspiration for generations to come. A Death Eater Party Enter if you Dare! (Part 1) Sprints, leaps, pounces, slips, holds on to dear life… um trips (that’s unfortunate)… gets up, jogs, skips, dances… dances? Goes back to running… Confused? Okay, let’s play it in slow motion, shall we? So technically he was running as fast as humanly possible. Now that should put things in perspective. He was in a way, on a quest for survival as you’d like to call it. Yes let’s call it that. Basically, his life was on the line. It was simply the matter of life or death. He gripped tightly onto the treasured box, embracing it securely to his chest as if his life depended on it. Well quite frankly, it did! So by now you must be wondering who our mysterious thief is. Aha! I knew you were thinking that. He sounds more like thief than a superhero, doesn’t he? For one thing, superheroes don’t fall and slip while in a heroic action scene, or otherwise things would turn out for the worse, evil would dominate the world and we’d all be enslaved by the bad guys. They can’t afford to be clumsy. Then again, neither can the thieves. But that’s just beside the point. And yes, I’m trying to prove a point here. Just smile and nod. Bear with me then, you’d be interested to hear what comes after my jabber. Ooh, already interested, aren’t you? Grins mischievously Advertisement break cuts in— “Stay tuned for more of the adventures of Robin Hood and the Bald Chasing Trolls right after the break—” Ahaha! Getting teary eyed here. Sorry, sorry! I’ll promise to avoid getting side tracked from this time forth. Really I love you readers… not in a creepy way, you know just the friendly sort of love which shows that I care and… Alright, back to the story. So where were we? Oh yes, the part that the trolls catch up and “accidentally” step on and squish our beloved thief. Nah! I’m only joking. You wouldn’t want to see his guts, the rating is children friendly. We can’t afford to lose our lead character so early in the story, can we? He can die like sometime in the middle or more towards the end of the tale in a very tragic Shakespearean way, right? Ten seconds later Erm, or maybe not. Oh almost forgot. His identity still remains a mystery. Don’t compel your brain, it’s no use. I promise that regardless of your IQ point (although you’ve probably already lost a few by now) you won’t be able to guess this one. He’s neither a Pirate of the Caribbean who has sought a lost buried treasure and now is fleeing from his crew to go sell his fortune and become a self made millionaire over a night, nor is he Frodo running off with Sauron’s magical One Ring to go trade it with Marvolo Gaunt's heirloom— although both scenarios would make quite an intriguing plot. Strokes chin But who cares, move aside, I’ve got a much more interesting story to tell. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to our champion, the one and only brave savior who saved a dear life on this very special occasion. Give it up for— Whoops! Pause it for a sec. There he fell again. How I’m disappointed. “Get up you good for nothing fool. I don’t want to let down my audience here!” [Spoken in a sharp undertone] Just pretend you didn’t hear that. Pft, oh don’t worry that was quite intentional, it’s a build up to a dramatic climax. Ha ha… ha. Coughs Oh Common! He should at least break a leg, split a backbone, or lose a toe to make things exciting. Hint hint! ALRIGHT, LOOSING MY PATIENCE HERE! EITHER I’LL COME THERE AND SNATCH THE REMOTE OR JUST FAST FORWARD IT TO THE PART THAT THEY… to the interesting part that all the buzz has been lead up to. Right thank you [giving my most threatening glare]. I’m all smiles. He lunged and dived on to his knees to land in front of “he who’s terribly scary” (with no sharp claws or pointed teeth though). Lucky that he didn’t get there a few seconds late since “he who’s terribly scary” doesn’t have extra time on his hands to spare. It’s a case of desperation mixed with a sense of exasperation. “My Lord,” He spoke in a tiny quavering voice as he bowed to present the treasured box. Wait pause it again. I don’t know if it’s just me or the picture looks terribly wrong. Why is he down on one knee as if to propose? Can you guess the next line? Um no. Clicks play He reached out to seize the box. His long fingers appeared bony and pale as if his skin lay flat on his bones. Let me check… don’t worry I don’t see any claws. But I should say, he could use a little manicure. His nails look as if they’ve been soaked in mug for a good 48 hours. Mind you, they’re quite long too… nope, definitely not a claw. Surveys the nails skeptically “I was beginning to have second thoughts on sending you, Wormtail,” he hissed threateningly. “If you were any slower, I’d swear on my father’s grave (he dramatically turned on his heels and pointed towards the grave stone) you’d go backwards.” He gazed unblinkingly into the plump face of his toothy servant. No one dared to break the silence. A crowd of masked men in dark cloaks were gathered in a circle. All eyes were on the two men standing face to face in the centre of the assembly. Pettigrew took a step back, not daring to look his master in the eyes. “Nevertheless, you’ve been of great use tonight. There’s no doubt about that.” Were his ears deceiving him or was that unusually kind tone coming from Voldemort? Voldemort smiled to reveal a set of yellowed teeth. Pettigrew wished he didn’t. His lips were pulled over his teeth in a thin line as if he’d forgotten how to smile properly. He looked incredibly odd and his kindness seemed rather sickening if not mental. A piercing silence followed. Not a pin drop could be heard. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath, until… Stomach Growl Voldemort’s eyes widened to the point that it looked as if they would pop out of their sockets. “Well? What are you all waiting for? Go on, suit yourselves. Chat while you have the chance. I’m in a very good mood tonight,” Voldemort spoke out to the crowd at large. No one budged. “I said, quit staring! Start chatter before I make you do so!” He spoke louder this time. And so everyone pretended to busy themselves with a conversation, all trying very hard to suddenly look interested in what the person next to them had to say. It was awkward. Death Eaters just don't do friendly. It's not in their game. “Where ever did you manage to find it?” Voldemort spoke in a hushed voice as he turned his attention back to Pettigrew. “My Lord, I should say, it required a great deal of courage. If I didn’t have the nerves to go through that journey… Oh the anguish I endured. I sacrificed my blood and sweat on the way of acquiring—” “Yeah shut up,” Voldemort interrupted in an uninterested tone, clearly not having paid any attention to Pettigrew’s little speech. He was beginning to shake the box uncontrollably to reveal its contents. That’s desperation to the point of insanity. “Um yeah I acciod it out of the window of a muggle house right down Little Hangleton,” Pettigrew admitted sheepishly. At the word muggle Voldemort froze, but quickly went back to fumbling the box nevertheless. With a flick of his wand, Pettigrew opened the box after watching Voldemort’s fruitless efforts drag on for another minute or so. Bad idea. Voldemort iced up. His eyes shifted to lock on Pettigrew’s with the most hostile glower. Pettigrew decided to play dumb and aimlessly stared into space as if he wasn’t the one who’d opened it. Wait for it… but Voldemort decided against rebuking now that his most desired prize was within his reach. Anything else could wait for later. He looked back down and made a face of adoration. Pettigrew felt sick down to his stomach. Really why did he have to do that? Something might have gone wrong with his rebirth potion. Yes, that should be it. Though he was sure he’s followed all the instructions correctly. He made a mental note of rechecking the old manual later. At last, he reached out and gently picked up his prize with his thumb and index finger. How he loved its squishy and elastic texture. Yeah, as you may have guessed already it wasn’t a ring. He brought it up to study the goody richness of its essence better in the light. “Gummy bear!” He marveled and then gobbled it down noisily like a wild hungry animal. Finally! Pettigrew exhaled in relief. Voldemort had been craving over this… what’s it called… “gummy bear” since the second he was reborn. His unstoppable request for it had become rather irritating. Pettigrew watched Voldemort devour the jelly to the last bit. This just proved that his twelve years living as a pet rat in the hope for one day finding the most evil and powerful wizard of all time had went down the drain. Voldemort burped. It had proven to be a long night. First their encounter with the Potter boy, next the rebirth ceremony, then the scar head’s unplanned escape and now him being sent on a quest for the said gummy bear. If Potter ever knew about Voldemort’s little secret on living off of gummy bears then that would count as the end of both Voldemort and his herd of Death Eaters. “Alright everyone, I know we didn’t get to finish off Potter tonight… but don’t worry we will, when the time comes,” Voldemort announced to the crowd and silence broke out once more. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself with his words than anyone else. He smiled of satisfaction. It was a painful gesture. “Think about it, how many other Dark Lords do you have and how many more occasions are there that a Dark Lord is reborn?” He made a point there but boy was he terrible at giving charismatic speeches. Everyone exchanged doubtful glances, some looking more nervous than others as if expecting this to be one of Voldemort’s nasty jokes before his temper would erupt once again. This is the part that they should run for their lives, except— “So what if we didn't get to finish Potter tonight. There's loads of time left for that." Yeah, good luck with that. "So I say, this should be a cause for a celebration! Let’s party!” He voiced his decision a bit too enthusiastically. No one spoke. Silence continued. Okaaay... By this point it turned just plain awkward. “I said, let’s get the party started!” Now they’d be stupid to not catch the demand in his tone. It was an order and an exciting one at that! To be continued… -Ava. G- Last edited by crookshanks_kitty; 08-10-2011 at 05:55 PM.