Disclaimer : I don´t own Harry Potter
For once Purebloods and Muggles in Little Hangleton had something in common; they were sweating the hell out of themselves.
Not only was it a pretty hot summer day just at its beginnings (it was only a bit after 1 p.m.), there existed also little to no shadow. And should one ever get the idea of searching his luck (thus lower temperatures) in his own house, a human never before had been betrayed so much.
Let´s just say, all the fires in Hell were nothing against it.
And of course no exception were made for a few handful of dark wizard, also known as Death Eaters (although no one actually saw them eating death):
"Damnit ! Why is this sorry excuse of a wand not working ?! I want my anti-heat spell to be accomplished !!" A blonde wizard named Lucius furiously cried out.
"No clue"Murmured Rodolphus, sitting at the same table the other man was, with his head laying heavy on the wooden piece of furniture. Although it were two simple words, it seemed to be taking him quite an effort to vocalize them.
"Brain.just.melted."He added moments later, as if to explain himself.
A short scream and following whimper from his left side, let Rodolphus turn his head.
Lucius just won´t stop waving his wand around, in an attempt to maybe get due to this the fulfil of the desired spell. Apparently there had been a couple of waves and loops too much for the old piece of wood, as it decided to turn against its owner. Green, yellow and red sparks came hissing out of it and seemed to threat the wizard with their pure presence.
Rodolphus tried to resist the urge to laugh, at the sight of a full-grown wizard freaking out and being scared of his own wand
Shortly after, Lucius awoke of his self-induced trance involving glaring at the stick frightened.
"That´s it ! I´m going to do something against the heat, and I´mgoing to do it NOW !" With fast steps he advanced the door, just to turn around at the door frame and glare back at his partner "Follow me."
Determined they made their way(though Dolphy was still confused where exactly they were going) to their master´s office.
Not wasting a second thought about knocking first, they entered the room.
They noticed their –not yet deadly – mistake, the instant they saw their Lord.
The icy glare he shot at them, almost made them forget the heat for a moment.
"Hasn´t Lord Voldemort made it crystal clear that he doesn´t want to be interrupted while planning on something ??!…And as you can see I´m right in the middle of doing so..!"His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, yet it had the same affect - if not increased –as if he were screaming.
Lucius fell down on his and raised his hand, pleadingly.
„Please, Master. Forgive us !...It´s….it´s just…--"
With a sob, that could have moved a stone, he crept nearer and entwined his master´s robe with his arms.
"The he—e---e—ee-at !!!!!!"He cried in between, not without wiping off his nose (and especially the content XD) at the fabric.
With a look of disgust Voldemort´s eyes wandered from Malfoy to Rodolphus. He instantly felt the need to explain.
"What Lucius here – at this the volume of the sobs grew louder – wants to say, Mylord, is :" He tried to search for the right words, and then decided to say it as blunt as possible. "One celcius more and hell will seem like the Arctic. Your minions really think it´s more than hot in here…and…"
"And ?"
"-and would like you to do something against it !" He spit out hastily.
Voldemort raised a non-existing eyebrow at that.
Then he leaned back with an expression that said "So ?…anything more difficult ? what´s next´?"
Rodolphus began to sweat even more, and Lucius exceptionally stopped crying.
After a moment of silence, and when no one had expected him to talk again, the Dark Lord said :
"Do it like me. Lose all hairs on your body."
"I beg your pardon, Sir ?"The dark haired man asked, not sure if he had understood his master right.
„Shave off all of your hairs" At this, Lucius continued to cry even more, not at all liking this idea.
Shortly after they left, and Voldemort was once more content with having his peace back.
But life was cruel and so this state didn´t last very long.
Again Lucius and Rodolphus entered his room. But this time they weren´t the only ones; together with them at least four more came in. Dolohov being one of them.
AND a all of sudden very bald Peter.
"What the-"Voldemort started perplexed.
"We´ve tried it on Pettigrew, Mylord."Rodolphus began.
"But he says, that he´s still sweating"Continued Malfoy.
Voldemort´s mouth was still open, never would he have thought that this fools actually had taken his words for full, they were just ment to be words so that they would be wandering off as soon as possible !
Then he finally got that they seemed to be wanting something from him. He looked into hopeful and curious faces, and tried his best to achieve the same expression he had at his last "command".
"Well then,"He started, sounding like nothing was easier than solving this particular problem.
"...put on less clothes…just the most necessary."
Looking questioning at each other, they left silently one after the other.
Leaning back somewhat exhausted, he wondered if this was the last time he would have to see them today.
The Lord´s sedulous silence was yet interrupted. This time, by screams and yelled curses coming from downstairs.
"Now, what they´re doing this time…?"He asked himself annoyed.
"..I better be looking before something unpleasantly happens-"
Yet it happened without him doing something either against or for it.
A naked Peter reaped open the door and let itself shut with a bang.
"You have to help me, Mylord" Pettigrew desperately screamed at him, being out of breath, since he had been obviously chased.
The dark wizard had not even the chance to begin with stammering, as – how it seemed- all of his Death Eaters came through his very door, into his very room, to stop the nude Peter from being seen…which was now rather unnecessary.
"What in Salazar Slytherin´s name is happening here ????!"Voldemort demanded to know.
"But hasn´t it been you, who told us to wear less…? Then of course we wanted to test it on Wormtail first if it worked…and after he´d been still sweating after we had pulled off his shirt,-"
"Stop it ! More I don´t want and don´t need to know !"
To Voldemort it seemed that there was only one solution: confronting the problem.
When he really tried to solve his Death Eater´s problem, then they would leave him alone.
Resising and with his head down, he again said in a quiet voice:
"Fine, you´ll have your water"
The sound of their cheers swashed over him like a monsoon like wave.
more to come...