All My Malfoys

Chapter Five

The Godfather and the Green Fog

Act X: Five Minutes Later...

Everyone had followed Voldemort unwittingly into a dark room. It was dimly lit and rather creepy looking, if you ask me. Voldemort sat in his ridiculously huge chair and turned around so they could only see the back of his ridiculously huge chair. Dumbledore walked in last and the door slammed shut. Why Dumbledore was there, we have yet to find out. Peter Pettigrew--er--Wormtail closed all of the blinds so it was even dimmer.

"Um, no offense or anything, but what are we in here for?" Charlie asked curiously, scratching his head and looking around the dark room. Indeed, it was darkly decorated with daunting décor.

Voldemort's hand waved in the air dismissively from behind the chair. "Wormtail, tell them the tale about the tail of Telly and why we are here while you're at it," he ordered in a high-pitched, raspy voice. Peter nodded his head feverishly and turned around to face them.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry situated themselves in three random chairs while Ginny laid her head against Draco. Chang was trying to quiet the kids because they were crying. Lucius was looking for a place to sit while Narcissa was looking for a place to faint. Fred and George sat down on a blanket covered hammock that appeared in the middle of the room. Harry turned to Hermione.

"Hermione, do you have any tissues?" he asked her, sniveling again. "I ran out five minutes ago, and my shirt isn't that much of a tissue anymore."

Hermione scrunched her noise up in disgust. "Harry, I didn't need to know that. That is quite disgusting, and I think you need to change your shirt now," she reprimanded sternly. "And no, I'm sorry; Narcissa Malfoy stole all of the tissue boxes that I brought with me."

"She stole all eighty-seven of them!?" Harry cried out, anguished beyond all belief. Hermione nodded her head and patted Ron, who had his arms folded and was looking surly again, on the knee. Harry began sobbing into his shirt once more, but they kindly ignored him. "First, Malfoy steals my girl. And now, second, his mum steals my tissues! I have such a horrible life!"

"There, there, Harry, at least you're rich and famous," George sighed, trying to keep his balance on the purple blanket covered hammock.

Suddenly, four very strange looking people appeared in the room with a full drum set, guitars, and microphones. They were very foreboding looking, actually. They began singing, "Lifestyles of the rich and the famous! They're always complaining! Always complaining--"

That's when Severus Snape burst into his room and pointed his wand at them, "Avada Kedrava!" They disappeared in a cloud of--er--blue smoke. Everyone in the room clapped.

"Hey, look, Harry; now you're not the only one who has survived the Killing Curse!" Bill pointed out happily. "Looks like you might not be famous anymore."

Harry began to cry even louder than before.

"So--um--why are we in this dimly lit room exactly?" Arthur asked uneasily, peering around at the dark and strange decorations in the room.

"He has strange taste," George muttered to his twin. Fred nodded his head slowly, looking around the room with wide eyes, and complied under his breath, "Tell me about it."

"We are in this room because of the--er, how many children are there, Lucius?" Voldemort was a little confused and sadly, his memory wasn't as good as it used to be. I mean, c'mon, he's like seventy-one years old! You know, he may be partially immortal, but you do lose your memory no matter what. But don't worry; he made Peter and Lucius put flyers up around England for his missing memory.

Lucius looked over at him, still having not found a seat to sit in. They were all filled with those red-headed, poor wizards; the Weasley family was taking over the world! "She has--"

"We have three kids--um--your majesty," Chang interrupted calmly, eyeing Lucius with those lethal eyes. I thought only Molly had those penetrating eyes, but hey, everyone must be wrong once in their lifetime.

"Majesty? I'm your majesty?" Voldemort asked curiously. Chang nervously nodded her head in a confused sort of bobble. He suddenly giggled very...girlishly. "Oh, gosh didly squat, I'm flattered."

"You giggle...girlishly, You-Know-Who?" George immediately pointed out, scratching the back of his head very confusedly.

"Gosh didly squat?" Fred repeated very bemusedly, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head to the right. This was proving to be a very confusing moment. They hadn't even been told why they were in this strange room yet because all Peter kept doing was squeaking like a rat.

"Squeak, squeak, squea, squeaky!" Peter suddenly yelled--I think it was--angrily.

I do not squeak like a rat; I'm supposed to talk like a human when I am in my human form. And my dear, most beloved Dark Lord does not giggle...girlishly! At least, I don't believe he does. Do you think he really does do that? Oh great and most high author of the entire universe, what is your thoughts on these most vital things that befuddle me so greatly? You are supreme--even over the Dark Lord. I'm telling you, you should really run for next Dark Overlord; I believe you can outrun and outvote the apparent Dark Lord with just this story, Peter was saying, but is now his thoughts. You've spoofed us so badly!

Anyways, as I was saying before that huge and completely pointless paragraph above there, the rest of the occupants of the room were confused and were trying to figure out why they were in the room in the first place still. Hermione, the only sane one in the room (yeah, real sane...wait; Ron's sane, oh, yeah), randomly whipped out a ginormous book out of thin air and it fell on her, Harry's, and Ron's lap. Finally, Harry stopped crying because now, he couldn't breathe because of the huge amount the pressure of the huge book that lay on top of him.

Harry began opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, which is usually Ron's job, but for the sake of Ron, he and Harry switched positions. Ron, at the moment, was still brooding and ignoring the fact that a huge book lay on his lap. Hermione opened it up and began flipping through the pages.

"Hermione-gasp for breath-what are you-gasp-looking up-gasp-in there-gasp?" Harry asked not curiously. He looked at the book and had to squint to read because of the pain in his legs. This was proving to be a very miserable time for him.

"I'm trying to figure out what Wormtail is saying," Hermione replied evenly, her nose touching the paper of the book page, as if you had to get really close to be able to understand the true meaning of the language.

"This is stupid. Why are we in this bloody room? What's the bloody point? Isn't it supposed to be Ginny's bloody birthday party? When did this bloody room appear in the Burrow? And why does You-Know-Who have a bloody room in the Burrow in the first place? How did it bloody well get here? Why is it here in the first place? Why does all of this have to happen today? Why are we sitting in a room with bloody You-Know-Who and a few well-known bloody Death Eaters and not doing a bloody thing about it? And please tell me why bloody Snape is in here!"

Ron was confused. Heck, anyone would be confused at this point. But let's face it, he had a lot of good questions going on here and he was the only one who was willing to speak them out loud. Everyone else was just gawking at the back of Voldemort's ridiculously huge chair with much fear. They had all long forgotten about Peter, who was still trying to communicate with them through squeaks.

"Hermione, are you going to answer all of my questions or are you going to get into one of those 'modes' where you try to tell us something, but don't tell us anything and get us more confused than before?" Ron asked grumpily. She was still looking at her book and not paying attention to him. "HERMIONE JANE GRANGER, LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE AND STOP STARING AT A BOOK! I'M MUCH MORE IMPORTANT AND HANDSOME THAN A BOOK...I hope..."

Hermione looked up at him with shining eyes. "Of course you're more important and handsome than a book," she told him calmly. He beamed cheerfully. "After all, you're my best friend."

Those words just keep coming back to haunt him . He cursed his luck and grumbled a bad luck. She looked back down at her gigantic book in their laps.

"We are in this room because of Lucius's three children," Voldemort answered disgustedly, scrunching up his nose once again in his usual disgusting look. Ron looked up at him in fear and in astonishment: For one, he was Voldemort, You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Dark Lord, etcetera and for two, he was actually answering Ron's questions! Clearly, this amazed him only. "They should be a great point as to why we are in here."

"Yeah, wait a darn minute; this is supposed to be my birthday!" Ginny exclaimed angrily. "We should be partying and hitting a piñata or something; not sitting in the same room as all these random people mixed with these evil/Death Eaters and--yes, of course, we can't forget you, Snape, though as hard as we may try (or not try)--former Death Eaters...that are still snide and evil! I want to open the rest of my birthday presents anyway!"

"These rooms, Mr. Weasley, pop up out of nowhere in any house, including the Burrow, for the sake of the author's use in this story," Dumbledore explained serenely, looking upon him calmly. "Voldemort just decided to adjoin this room upon the Burrow for this scene, Mr. Weasley."

"Who, me?" Arthur asked confusedly.

"No, he's talking to me," Bill noted.

"Surely not, he's looking at me," Charlie pointed out, whom just so happened to be bending down to Ron's level, which was not far down, behind Ron for some unknown reason.

"No, no, you've got it all wrong," Fred told them all loudly. "It's me, who Dumbledore's talking to because, well, I am Fred Weasley, Mr. Weasley, after all."

"Oh, so who am I, then?" George proclaimed huffily, trying to look really offended. "I'm the Mr. George Weasley."

"He's talking to me, you nitwits, because I'm the one who asked the question in the first bloody place!" Ron yelled angrily. They all looked at him directly--everyone in the room, that is, except Hermione, who was still reading, and Harry, who was still trying to start crying again, but still couldn't breathe. Ron shrugged his shoulders and his ears turned red.

"Oh, yes, that would make sense," Arthur sighed absentmindedly. Ron sighed exasperatedly and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. Ginny was muttering a few things under her breath and Draco patted her on the head comfortingly, nodding his head.

"I'm in here, Weasley, because I'm Draco's Godfather," Snape seethed under his breath, sneering at him viciously. Ron didn't attempt to sneer back since he couldn't. He tried rolling his eyes instead.

"Um... Yeah, but Malfoy's not the one in question, now is he," Ron pointed out slowly.

"That's precisely why we're in here; for the other three little... Malfoys," Voldemort declared, interrupting Ron and Snape's little tiff that could have turned violent after the next sentence. Everyone looked back at him--even Peter, who had long ago giving up on trying to communicate with them. "We have a lot of papers to sign and junk."

"Papers to sign?" Lucius asked quickly, eyeing his Master suspiciously (some speculate that that's the only way a Malfoy can look at someone, other than a sneering and arrogant manner).

Dang, I thought you would have forgotten me by now; you hadn't talked about me in quite a long time and I thought I was finally safe! Lucius thought angrily, cursing his bad luck. Curse you and your family, who have made you this way!

As I was saying earlier, Voldemort nodded his head slowly. Lucius was suddenly very discouraged. He didn't know that there were a lot of papers to sign; otherwise he wouldn't have even gone through with this "once" full-proof plan. He knew that you should never leave a paper trail. After all, when they had proclaimed Severus Snape to be Draco's Godfather, they had just drunk some wine, said cheers, and it was done. That must've been one of his better plans, he supposed.

What type of wine was it because I only drink the very best? Lucius demanded sharply (er...it was the cheapest wine in history...from Muggle Wal-Mart...muhahahaha!!). NoOoOo!! Why must you continue to torture me?! I'm Lucius Malfoy; you're not supposed to torture me! It's bloody Potter who's supposed to get all of the angst and emotion torture!

As I was saying before I was--yet again--interrupted back there, Lucius didn't like this one bit at all. What papers were there to sign? He thought he had crossed all of the t's and dotted all of the i's... What had he possibly missed?

"These three children obviously need a Godfather," Dumbledore pointed out to them. No one seemed to think it weird that Voldemort and Dumbledore were... sort of getting along and thinking along the very same lines. Perhaps one should be worried about the next Dark Overlord (yes, which would be me, lol)?

"And names, you know; they still haven't been given names," Chang spat furiously, glaring at Lucius, who was beginning to hate being the father of young children again. He thought Draco would be the last of the horribleness that was called "Fatherhood", but no, now he had three more children to look after. He cursed his bad luck and his "once" full-proof plan.

"They haven't been given names yet?" Molly repeated in a very disapproving tone, raising an incredulous eyebrow at Lucius, also giving him those penetrating eyes. He dared not look the red-headed woman in the eyes, both out of fear that he might snuff it--like she was a Basilisk--or that he might catch some strange and unusual disease. "How long was it before you named Draco--two weeks?!"

"I'll have you know that we picked his name out in just one week!" Narcissa snapped hotly, feeling strong enough to be spiteful and stop crying for a few seconds. She immediately went back to sobbing into all of Harry's handkerchiefs she had stolen from Hermione.

"Well, Wormtail went silent so I can't obviously translate anymore," Hermione grumbled huffily, slamming the book shut and catching Harry's nose in the middle of the pages. He yelped.

"Hermione, get it off my nose; it hurts really badly!" Harry cried out, sounding very strange and flapping his arms in the air wildly, starting to cry even louder now. She opened the book back up and he lifted his head up, rubbing his very red nose.

"Honestly, you're able to handle the Crutacious Curse, but you can't bear it when your nose gets caught in a book!?" Hermione sighed exasperatedly, re-slamming the book shut. It suddenly disappeared and Harry was able to cry more properly now that he could breathe through his mouth.

"Hey, look, Harry looks like Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer!" George laughed, pointing at Harry and rolling on the purple-covered hammock. Everyone looked at Harry and burst out laughing--even if they didn't know who Rudolph was. Voldemort was even giggling... girlishly again; perhaps he knew who this Rudolph was.

I can't believe you're actually besmirching this story with Muggle fantasies, Lucius thought, sickened. Well, you put the Weasleys in this so I guess it couldn't get any worse. (GRRRR!!) Okay, sorry... sheesh...

"Okay, so, Lucius, what are you going to name your sons and daughter?" Chang demanded spitefully. Everyone looked at him again. "I mean, after all, if they're going to get a Godfather, they need names, for heaven's sake!" He once again cursed his luck, which he seemed to be doing lately. He pulled at his collar.

"Erm... Well, we can name them...um...Joe, Jack, and Jill?" Lucius asked hopefully. She glared at him furiously, telling him that she definitely did not like those names. She must have something against the letter "j", he supposed. He thought a little harder (a little, I remind you). "Would the names Anthony, Orion, and Cassandra work for you?"

"NOT ANTHONY, YOU DORK!!" Chang screamed furiously, spitting in his face on accident--possibly on purpose--and blowing his hair out of place. He wiped out a comb and began fixing it feverishly.

"So THAT'S where Malfoy got his 'Perfect Hair' fetish!" Ron said loudly, proud that he had figured something out first and on his own too. Okay, so this day was turning out really strange. He couldn't say that it was bad--because it was turning out to be funny--but he couldn't say that it was good--because Ginny was still married to Draco and Voldemort was sitting in the same room as them.

"Okay, okay, not Anthony..." Lucius muttered grumpily. "What do you say then?"

"I want his name to be Lucius II," Chang told him firmly. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and Ron almost fell out of his chair, laughing. Okay, now it was getting better for him. Fred and George were grinning broadly.

Huh?! Narcissa wanted to name Draco that, but I wouldn't let her. Do you honestly think I would let this little girl name her child that? Lucius thought nastily (hm... we'll just see about that!).

Lucius shook his head furiously. "What--Lucius II!? No way, that is not--"

One look from her heated eyes and Lucius went silent as a rock. He looked down at his shoes and nodded his head slowly. A paper randomly appeared on the desk, along with a quill and some ink. Immediately, they recognized it as some kind of contract. The Dark Lord turned around in his chair and picked up the quill, dabbing it in the ink slowly.

"Lucius and..." Voldemort scratched his head with the back of the quill. He looked at Chang. "What is your name again?"

"Cho Chang...sir," Chang replied quickly, nodding her head quickly. Our most evil guy in the room looked back down at the paper and nodded his head.

"Oh, yeah, Lucius and Cho Chang, you must both read this contract and sign your names at the bottom of the contract," Voldemort told them very slowly. Chang took the paper and scooted over closer to Lucius, who tried to scoot away, but she pulled him back. Honestly, women were so demanding (that's a matter of opinion). He already had Narcissa bossing him around and now this girl. Life was hard for Malfoys--and that was just not supposed to be! Chang signed and then Lucius signed--forced by Chang.

Forced?! No one forces the Great Lucius Malfoy to do or sign anything! Lucius told someone in his mind quite angrily. How did we get stuck with you for so long anyway? Where's that other author that wrote about the wedding and reception? I want that author back here! I demand for that other author!

Chang sat the paper onto the desk and Narcissa wailed and blew into her handkerchief. The way this was turning out, she was likely to die from dehydration from crying too much. Ron patted her on the back very hard and she almost fell over out of her chair.

"There, there, Malfoy's mum, just look at it this way: You're a step-mother and a grandmother at the same time since Chang is so much younger than you!" Ron told her in a soothing voice, though he was grinning very broadly. She bemoaned and blew ten handkerchiefs at the same time.

"Life is not fair for me!" Narcissa lamented sharply, mascara dripping down her face and ruining her usual perfect and beautiful complexion. That was what really made her cry.

Do you have to keep reminding me?! Narcissa cried in her mind.

Back to the paper on the desk in front of Voldemort, he looked up Snape, who was sulking in the corner of the room, away from everyone else, as if he was afraid that he might catch a disease. "I shall sign this next part of the contract," Voldemort told everyone, looking at Snape pointedly, "that is, of course, you would rather be the Godfather of these... three--yes, that's it--children of Lucius."

"No, I'm already Draco's Godfather, Dark Lord," Snape mumbled regretfully, shaking his head, "and that's only because Lucius got me drunk at his 'I Finally Named My (Hopefully Only) Son' party eighteen years ago."

Fred, George, and Ron snorted, bursting out laughing. Hermione tutted very disapprovingly and Molly glowered at him reprovingly. Narcissa eyed him disbelievingly; she didn't know that that was what he had named that party. Chang glared at him, hoping that he wouldn't do something that embarrassing with his now two other sons and first daughter.

"Hm, that's what that huge sign was for," Draco chuckled thoughtfully, thinking back to the huge banner he found that had read, "I Finally Named My (Hopefully Only) Son".

"Draco, just to let you know, we are not having a party like that," Ginny forewarned under her breath. He nodded his head obediently. He figured that he probably wouldn't be brave enough to go against her "wise" judgment. "We are naming every child we have right after they are born."

"'Every child'?" Draco asked curiously, raising his eyebrows. "Gin, tell me, how many children are we going to have in the first place?"

She didn't answer him. They silently watched as Voldemort signed the contract in silence, writing out his long name with huge pointless loops that made his name look even uglier than when it is written normal. He sighed and dropped the quill.

"There, it is finished. I am now officially Lucius II, Orion, and Cassandra's Godfather," Voldemort said with a relieved voice. Everyone took in a breath, as they had all been holding their breath for no reason whatsoever.

"Is everything done?" Ginny asked irritably. "I'd like to go back to opening my presents."

Suddenly, Voldemort raised a long, pale, skinny finger in the air and pointed it at Ron, Hermione, and Harry very forebodingly. They all looked at each other and then back at him quickly. Harry had just managed to stop crying to try and look all brave again for nothing.

Then, in a very raspy and low, dark voice, Voldemort said, "Don't mess with the family." Everyone gasped and helped their breath for no reason again. Their eyes were wide as they watched the Golden Trio stare down Voldemort, even though he was strangely looking at Ron very pointedly.

"What?" Ron asked innocently, raising his hands in the air in front of him. Voldemort just kept staring him down and it was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable. "I wouldn't hurt a fly..." A fly was buzzing around him head and it was beginning to annoy him. A huge pink flyswatter appeared at his side and he picked it up and swatted at it, killing it immediately by splatting it against the wall. He looked back at them all, and thought of what he just said. "Oh, hehe...scratch that..."

Then, out of the blue, Voldemort turned to Fred and George, his finger now pointing at them. Fred was standing up for some apparent reason and trying to look innocent. "Pull my finger," he ordered randomly. Everyone let out their breath and looked at each other confusedly. Fred and George glanced at each other and then looked back at him.

"Okay, I was going to do it anyway, but since you asked..." Fred pulled his finger and suddenly, Voldemort farted very loudly. Fred and George burst out laughing. Hermione waved her hand in front of her to keep the air in front of her as fresh as it could possibly be. "Hehe, I think you forgot to take a bath!"

Molly gasped and glared at him reprovingly. "You're an evil villain; you shouldn't be spending your time farting around!" she told him reproachfully. That was when Voldemort just kept farting and Fred, George, and Ron began laughing. Ron was laughing so hard, he fell out of his chair. Charlie pinched his nose with his fingers and Bill scrunched his nose up in disgust. Snape rolled his eyes and shook his head; this was really getting out of hand--if it ever was in a hand in the first place, which he doubted.

"Tom, dear heavens, was it that snake milk you drank earlier before or was it all that plotting to kill Harry that gave you such stinky gas?" Dumbledore asked calmly, chuckling serenely. Voldemort didn't answer him and just tried to get the most out of his farts for some reason.

Fred and George were absolutely rolling with laughter, holding their stomachs in pain. "I think it must be laughing gas that's coming out of his butt!" George laughed loudly.

"Oldie Voldie cut the moldy cheese!" Fred guffawed cheerfully. Suddenly, Voldemort began laughing very sinisterly, but the twins and Ron were too busy laughing, Molly was too busy giving him stern lectures on his "Dark Overlord Manners", Harry was too busy trying to look brave, Narcissa was too busy sobbing into her stolen handkerchiefs, Hermione was too busy telling Voldemort that he should be reading instead of farting, and Draco and Ginny were too busy snogging to pay attention to it. They heard him anyways, but really, they didn't care much.

"I SHALL DEFEAT YOU ALL WITH MY FARTS OF DOOM!!!" Voldemort laughed maniacally, his head up in the air. Chang was trying to hush the kids up. Lucius began fixing his head again. Molly gripped onto Arthur's arm tightly.

"Farts of Doom!!? Ahahahahaha!!" Ron began to laugh even harder and began to literally roll on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. George began coughing, he was laughing so hard. Fred thought that he was seriously going to die of laughter (okay, that was a really ironic sentence right there, I believe). The twins jumped to their feet, still laughing.

"Brother, we must fight back with our own specialties!" George said loudly, clasping a hand on his twin's shoulders. Fred nodded his head; they took out their wands and shouted in unison, "Maximus Fartimus!"

Immediately, their created spell shot around the room. They began farting loudly and turned around to stick their bottoms in Voldemort's face. Molly was shrieking wildly at them, but they just kept shooting farts at Voldemort, who was returning fire.

Suddenly, Ron laughed so hard, he farted juicily. Molly's face was red as a tomato and she was screaming, but it was drowned out by all of the farts. Every time Narcissa wailed, she farted loudly, but ignored them nonetheless. Lucius stood very still and said nothing so that he would not fart. Chang began crying and farting too because she could not get her three babies to stop crying so they would stop farting. The room was slowly filling up with an ominous green fog that no one seemed to notice.

"No, I'm supposed to be the one to defeat Voldemort!" Harry declared quickly. He jumped up on his chair and turned around to commence his "Farting Fog Defeat Plan". Snape glanced helplessly at the door through the green fog and tried to scoot his way to the door slowly, letting a quiet hissing sound out that he was trying to stop.

Molly suddenly farted and she wailed, farting even more. Arthur began laughing--and now farting--and Dumbledore was having a great time farting it up. Ginny and Draco were still snogging so they weren't paying attention to the farts. Peter was beginning to choke. Bill put his hands over his mouth, but kept on farting. Charlie was guffawing and laughing. Ron was still rolling on the floor, laughing and now farting very loudly.

Hermione was sitting very still in her seat, determined not to let one sound out of that end. She kept her eyes closed and tried breathing in little sips through her mouth.

"You can't fight the curse, Hermione!" George told her through the farting noise. The green fog was getting thicker and soon, they couldn't see anyone from the other side of the room.

Hermione furrowed her brow, but kept her eyes closed. "I shall not be defeated! I shall not--" FART!!!

Everyone burst out laughing--except Harry, who was too busy trying to be the hero, as always, Snape, who doesn't laugh ever, and Ginny and Draco, who were still too busy snogging it up. She began crying at her failed attempt to stay in good manner and began passing out air rapidly. They were winning the battle! Voldemort was slowly running out of gas!

"Oh, my most High Gassiness, you have to win!" Peter cried from the floor. He didn't seem to be taking the gas too well. Voldemort was pooping out and the green fog was unbearable. One by one, people began falling. Lucius choked and suddenly ripped one so loudly that it deafened everyone for three seconds and blew Harry off of his chair.

This is so disgusting I'm upchucking my fancy dinner! You're sick! Lucius shouted in his mind. You are a sadistic, twisted, sick author!

Voldemort finally pooped out completely. "I'll get you for this, Weasley twins!" he shouted furiously. Then, with an unheard pop! Voldemort Apparated out of the room and far, far away in a new land where he could clean his stinky robes off--and possibly change his pants, but we aren't going there. As you can see, this is getting very out of hand. The spell was finally lifted, but Fred and George were still farting.

"FRED AND GEORGE, STOP THAT THIS ISTANT!!!" Molly screamed. Ginny and Draco finally stopped snogging. And so, the day was saved by Fred and George Weasley with their amazing farts. But this is not the end of the story, oh no, there's much more that you have to go through!

Darn you, I thought this was the end of it all! Lucius thought exasperatedly.