over his shoulders like a waterfall. Of course it wasn't as loud and wet as a real one.
"Find the one who has committed this," so Voldemort threw the crumpled letter to his subordinate, who also cleverly caught it and awaited further instructions.
"Find the author of this… murder document and take the appropriate steps, do you understand?"
Lucius nods.
"Understood, my lord!"
With these words he turned away and crumpled up the sheet of parchment as he walked out. When he saw the scraggly writing, he frowned.
The way the letters were arranged looked badly familiar
"Draco," he gasped, hurrying out of the room while whispering death threats into his nonexistent beard.
Voldemort was already paying no attention to the Death Eater.Instead, he glanced at Severus and nodded to him.
"Your job will be," he said with a sharp undertone, while he took back the plan to conquer the world and looked at it.
"Well, you will listen to me now!"
With these words, the dark lord approached a blackboard and took a piece of chalk that he had stolen from a Muggle school when he had attacked it three days ago.
With fast, gently curved letters he wrote the sketch of the plan on the board.
Severus looked at these while Voldemort began to explain.
After a while, however, the Death Eater cleared his throat.
"Milord?" he asked shyly. He knew that his master hated it when he interrupted him. In fact, the Wizard Lord turned so abruptly that he appeared to Severus like an angel of vengeance.
“Yes?” The dark ruler's red eyes flash dangerously and his subject gulped.
"Lord, I may be wrong, but ...", the dark-haired man grew quieter and quieter at the end of the sentence, while Voldemort's gaze seemed to pierce him more and more.“What, 'but'?” The voice of the greatest wizard sounded so icy, as if it could freeze fire to ice.
Severus smiled apologetically. He now gathered up all the courage to say his next words.
"My lord, it seems to me that after point one comes point three for your world conquest plans."
The Greater Magician nodded. "And?" he asked gruffly. He glanced at the blackboard again to see if that was true. When he had made sure that it was so, he asked again, but this time all the more unkindly. "And?"
His counterpart was getting smaller and smaller. "Where is point two?"
The Heir of the Snakes blinked. “Point two?” He seemed disconcerted and looked again at the blackboard for help. But then he thundered off.
"Point two comes after point three. Patience is what we need to practice! Understand, Severus? Understand?"
The ears of the ex-potions teacher rang when he nodded hesitantly.
"Yes, my lord, I understand," he mumbled.Who has messed with the choleric Death Eater ruler more than necessary?
“Well, then go now and work for your money for once!” With that, the subject was over for the bald Voldemort and his servant dismissed.
He bowed again and then hurried out of the room. Not a moment too early, because when the door closed behind him, he recognized Vlad and Bellatrix in the long corridor.
The vampire prince looked as if he wanted to move back to Transylvania on the spot, but his companion did not seem to notice this. She chatted happily on this one.
"He really wants to see me? I can hardly believe it? Do you think I can come under his eyes like that? Didn't I put on too much make-up?"
Severus stopped listening, but gave Vlad a pitying look before he avoided the two of them.
Voldemort, on the other hand, was happy to finally have some peace and quiet again. Sighing, he closed his eyes.This silence was good, but as always, it didn't last long.
In the next instant the door banged loudly against the wall.
“Boss!” Vlad's resounding voice tore the dark lord out of his equally dark thoughts.
“Bella's here!” The vampire announced this, not without relief. Something the other didn't share with him.
"Not her too," he muttered, because he had completely suppressed the fact that he had sent for her.
"I need silence!"
“But boss.” As always, the leader of the bloodsuckers had something to object to.
"You cannot allow yourself rest. You are the greatest, the best, the most successful ruler in the world. If you allow yourself rest, what will become of us?"
Voldemort stared at him. The other wasn't serious, right?
But deep down, he knew that his vampire leader was right.
"Well." If so, there was only one option.
"I quit!"
"But…"
"I'm resigning! Don't argue!"
Vlad just stared at his masters speechless and Bella, who had stepped behind him, blinked."Cancel?" she echoed the older man's words and her mouth stood wide open in surprise - a fact that didn't make her look any wiser.
Not that she ever did, given the opinions of all Death Eaters.
"Yes, Vlad, Bellatrix, you have heard my words very well. I am resigning! Hawaii seems to me to be far more comfortable than England."
"But ..." Vlad was speechless. But before he could find it again, which had hidden in the nearest closet unnoticed by him, it popped softly and the greatest wizard of all time was gone.
"Hawaii ..." the vampire muttered in dismay and looked around at the Death Eater who was still trying to catch flies with her mouth wide open.
"Close your mouth!" he then warned her and took a few steps forward. Shaking his head, he looked around.

Work stress

Title: Work stress
Author: Raistlin Majere
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: humor
Language: German
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Voldemort's working dayDisclaimer: Voldemort and all other characters and locations belong to J.K. Rowling. I just own the idea. I don't earn a euro with this FanFic ... ^^ ,,
For: Everyone who likes to laugh ^^



Work stress
or
Dementors, letters and concert tickets



A point of light skipped past the almost blind windows like a flea, hastily and frantically.
Night had long since fallen in Little Hangleton, and all the lights had gone out except for this wild, wildly leaping glow in the largest house in the area.
But finally this also died and a heavy night fell over the village with a sigh.

The Riddle Estate had long been empty. Nobody had cared what became of the neat manor house. The owner - a strict, extremely unfriendly man with long white-blonde hair - had supposedly bought it for 'tax reasons' and had never been spotted in Hangleton since.
The residents were happy about it.For decades the villa had been a topic that the villagers had to talk about in the evening at the 'Hanged Man'.
Fifty years ago the foundations had been laid for various - admittedly - out of thin air ghost stories.
If someone had heeded the rumors of the residents, it would not have been surprising if one day the city had simply disappeared.
But of course she didn't, and on the very evening our story begins, Little Hangleton stood where a simple Muggle had decided to found this village many years ago.
Presumably he proceeded with the firm determination to turn the little piece of earth into a metropolis at some point, but that's another story that has nothing to do with the matter here.

The only place that matters this time is a room in the Riddle Villa.
The greatest - and only - Lord Voldemort was sitting there, bent over an endless number of letters, when there was a soft knock on the door."Boss? Boss?" a rasped voice with a Romanian accent penetrated the dark lord's headquarters.
With a sigh, he straightened up and turned around.
“Vlad?” The voice of the darkest wizard of modern times sounded irritated, but the visitor didn't seem to care, because the door to the former dining room flew open with a crash.
“Boss!” Vlad Tepes Dracula stepped up to his supervisor. "Boss, the Dementors!"
Voldemort raised a nonexistent eyebrow and looked solemnly at the vampire lord with cool, red eyes.
"What about you?"
"You ..." Vlad took a deep breath, then quickly described his latest observation.
"You are on strike! The union of ..." He was interrupted in the middle of a sentence.
"Strike?!?" With a jerk Lord Voldemort stood up and looked down at the vampire lord. "Who allowed them to form unions?"
"Boss, you want to work less and more humane working hours!"
The Dark Lord stared at his subordinate, struggling to keep his composure."Less work?" he asked incredulously. "And more humane working hours? At Slytherin, they're de-men-to-ren, not people!"
Angry, he spun on the spot and began pacing the room. His advisor just looked after him and finally nodded slowly.
"Yes, boss, I know. My people have already tried to explain it to them, but ..." Again, Vlad was interrupted.
"By Slytherin, I should have unionized them myself before they form some of their own accord. Where's Wormtail?"
"I don't know, boss!"
"Then get him here! And best of all bring Lucius and Severus with you!" With that, the Dark Lord turned away while Vlad saluted and said, "Aye, aye boss!" disappeared. He didn't pull the door shut behind him, however, so Voldemort raised his wand over his shoulder with a now clearly resigned sigh and mumbled a spell.
The door closed loudly.
"Quiet at last ..." he finally mumbled, he didn't think that Vlad would find the three Death Eaters in the next twenty minutes, but he was wrong.As soon as the wizard had closed his eyes and lightly massaged his temples, his top vampire lord slammed the heavy wooden wings against the wall again.
"Boss, boss!" he called out loud. "I found her! They're talking about something. Severus seems very confused that I don't call you ... what was that ...?"
Voldemort made a desperate sound. "It was Voddlemoddle. Don't ask, Vlad. I thought I could give my Death Eaters a different reputation back then, that's why I changed my name. And Avada Kedavra should get a different name too. At that time I thought 'green light' would be an appropriate name but unfortunately everyone laughed so badly that I couldn't