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A/N: This is the final chapter. The final name. You may be surprised…

Chapter Three

Back in the cellar, half-lit again, although the stale garlic baguettes have finally been cleared up so the smell hanging in the air is now Magnolia Blossom Airwick. The Dark Lord and Bellatrix are sitting opposite Severus and Lucius, who are holding up the quivering wreck that is Wormtail.

"I think you know why I have called you here today," says the Dark Lord in a very soft, very dangerous voice. "It has come to my attention that my followers have been operating under a name which is not the one I chose for you two weeks ago." Here Bellatrix gives an emphatic sniff. "It has also come to my attention that this particular name was chosen at a meeting in this very half-lit cellar at which Bellatrix and I were not present. We had been sent on a wild goose chase. However, I am sure you will be pleased to know that we rather enjoyed ourselves at that chess tournament, didn't we Bella?"

Bellatrix nods.

"It was most enlightening."

Severus turns to Lucius and gives him an incredulous look.

"You sent them to a chess tournament?" he mouths.

"You said get rid of them!" Lucius mouths back indignantly.

"I WILL NOT TOLERATE DISSENT IN THE RANKS!" yells the Dark Lord. Lucius and Severus duck and luckily, the wildly aimed killing curse goes over their heads. "Especially when that dissent involves the renaming of my esteemed group of lieutenants something as idiotic as THE GRAVEYARD GANG!"

Wormtail gives a small whimper.

"Wormtail, I believe that you were responsible for the new name?" says the Dark Lord in a voice that some people could have classed as pleasant. Wormtail squeaks and faints. Severus rolls his eyes and stops trying to prop him up. Lucius follows suit. The Dark Lord leans over the table and sighs upon seeing the heap.

"Damn. It's no fun when they're unconscious," he laments. "However. You two. You let him get away with it."

Lucius ducks but no curse occurs. After five minutes, Severus pulls him upright again.

"This is the sort of sneaky insubordination I swore I would stamp out when I started this group. It is treachery!"

This time they both duck. Bellatrix giggles, but this hastily becomes a cough when the Dark Lord glares at her.

"Bellatrix, you are ruining the atmosphere. Kindly refrain from such girlish outbursts."

Bellatrix scowls.

"Now this experience has taught me something. Perhaps next time it would be better to consult the entire team, so to speak. Otherwise we will end up with one half calling themselves one name, the other half calling themselves the other name and I will be calling you all something different. How on Earth are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of the magical community if you have three names?"

Lucius and Severus tentatively stop ducking. The Dark Lord is lost in thought. Severus groans inwardly. The Dark Lord thinking is never a good sign. The last time the Dark Lord was that lost in thought, he renamed himself Voldemort of all things.

"Erm, my Lord," ventures Bellatrix.

"Not now Bella."

"But what about dissent in the ranks and insubordination and all that? Aren't you going to kill them?"

"SILENCE! I am trying to be lost in thought Bella. You aren't helping. We'll discuss this later."

"Over oysters and a bottle of '88 claret no doubt," murmurs Lucius.

"And a nice game of chess," adds Severus.

"What was that?" snaps the Dark Lord.

"Nothing," says Severus brightly.

"Hmm. I have finished thinking. Wake up Wormtail."

It takes seven attempts to wake up Wormtail. Once he is finally vertical again, the Dark Lord stands.

"My most trusted followers. And Wormtail. I have come to a conclusion. Now, I am prepared to admit that, perhaps, Voldy's Crew wasn't quite such a good name as I had first thought. I am prepared to rename this little band on one condition, this condition being that I do not find any mysterious tickets to chess tournaments on my doorstep in the near future. The name stays. The name is final. The name will not be changed under any circumstances. Do I make myself entirely clear?"

He fixes each of the gathered followers with a glare.

"To avoid arguments for any accusations of favouritism, I have picked the name myself, having been inspired by Wormtail's suggestion."

Severus and Lucius's hearts sink to their boots. Even Lucius's cane appears to wilt visibly.

"My most trusted followers. And Wormtail. You are now called…The Death Nibblers."

A/N: Final review? Please?