A/N: I apologize greatly for not writing anything for so long, but I have no access to my laptop because, eh, I, um… locked myself out of it. Stupid Vista. Luckily, my sister is letting me use her laptop, so I can bring you this Christmas special! Yay! And it’s extra long, so it’s more of a treat! So now I bring you the Voldemort Christmas Special 2007. :gegglesnort:

The 12 days of Christmas

December 14th

Voldie was tired. Really tired. Especially at the stupid author for ignoring him for the past seven months. Anyways, it had been a long day. All day long, the Musketeers had been singing. Christmas carols, they said. Voldie hated Christmas. Almost as much as he hated Harry. And the Musketeers. And Snape, that smug s.o.b. And bunnies. Well, except the Killer Rabbit on Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Killer Rabbits are awesome.

Um, sorry. I digress

So, Voldie decided to go to bed early and try to rest up for the next disaster that would was bound to happen tomorrow with those damned girls. He laid back on his frilly pink bed and sighed. Peace at last.

“Pssssssssst.”

Oh, no.

“PSSSsssssst.”

Not now.

“PSSSSSSSSssssssst.”

Maybe if I just lay here, they’ll go away. Or think I’m asleep.

“PPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTT!”

“By the way, we know you’re not asleep,” JD said.

Voldie sat up with a sigh. “Well, I bloody would be if you twits would leave me alone!”

All three girls snickered. “Twits, what a great comeback!” Stephy laughed.

“Well, maybe I would have better comebacks if you three would just LEAVE ME ALONE! Plus, this story is basically PG, so it’s not like I can cuss you out,” Voldie growled.

“True dat, yo,” Moosk said. “bleep bleep bleep bleep See, no fun at all.”

“Wait, what the hell are you… for lack of better word, people doing in my bedroom?!?”

“Oh, yea, we got you a Christmas present,” JD said.

Voldie glared at the three pajama clad witches. “It’s not Christmas yet.”

Moosk rolled her eyes. “Duh, we know this. However, we decided that we should honor you with the twelve days of Christmas.”

One of Voldie’s eyes twitched. “Please no.”

The witches cackled evilly. “Please yes!” They moved to the side to reveal a huge box behind them. Voldie buried himself under his covers. “If I can’t see it, it’s not there if I can’t see it, it’s not there if I can’t see it, it’s not there if I can’t see it, it’s not there.”

The girls grabbed the covers off the bed and took off running. The-lord-of-extremely-long-titles flinched at the sight of the box, but knew it would have to be opened eventually. Resolutely, he picked at the wrapping on the box. The box fell apart to reveal a boy of about 17, oddly enough, in pajamas as well. Voldie’s eyes grew round. Well, as round as they can get when they’re only little red slits. “Are you the ghost of Christmas future,” he whispered, terrified.

The boy looked up and grinned. He had blue-black hair with fire engine red streaks and it was flipped to the side, dark green eyes, and a goatee. He actually looked a bit like an emo Abercrombie model.

“Actually, I’m your new recruit. My name is Michael and I’m the fourth Musketeer.”

“!!!!”

On the first day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

One new Musketeer…

December 15

The-lord-of-titles awoke happily from his dreams of world domination and kittens. In it, there was no Musketeers. He sat up and scanned his room, still partially in dream world. His reality was quickly shattered as he spotted Moosk, JD, Stephy, and the new one, what’s-his-name, Michael. Oh, great, he remember their names. Then the previous night came rushing back to him. It had been horrible. After the new one introduced himself, the girls came running back in and the four of them forced him to listen to JD read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows out loud. He only managed to escape the horror of it by sobbing himself to sleep.

It appeared that they had fallen asleep in his room. Crap, that was going to make it harder to leave without them knowing. Voldie decided to attempt it anyway, and slowly climbing out of bed, he crept over to the door, carefully twisted the knob, eased the door open…

CREEEEEEEAAAAAKKKKKK!

Oh, poo Voldie thought just before he was tackled.

“Moldie-kins!” All of them shouted.

“Leave me alone,” the lord of all evil screamed, wiggling out from under the dog pile and running down the hall to the kitchen.

Sev poked a sleepy head out his door. “Wassgonon?”

The four stood up and blinked innocently at the Potions Master. “Whatever are you talking about, Sevester?” Moosk asked. Then they all strolled innocently down the hall to where the frighten Dark Lord ran off to.

Sev blinked and muttered, “Don’t call me Sevester…”

“I HEARD THAT,” JD yelled, causing him to wince. The now four Musketeers walked into the kitchen just in time to see Voldemort duck behind Bella and Lucius. JD and Moosk motioned for Michael and Stephy to set in motion the next part of their plan while they went to grab a certain ‘evil’ wizard. As soon as they approached, both Death Eaters moved out of the way, revealing Voldemort crouched on the floor.

“Traitors,” he hissed as the two witches hauled him off the floor.

“Come on, milord, it’s now the second day of Christmas and time for your second gift!” JD said excitedly.

“And what if I don’t want it,” he growled, trying to jerk away until Moosk put a binding spell on him.

“Trust us, you’ll like this one. And if you don’t, we’ll make you like it,” the blue clad witch said in a way that made V-dog tremble. JD and Moosk both let out an ear-piercing whistle and in walked Stephy, followed by Michael. Both carried a big ice cream sundae. Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, with Reeses’ topping, chopped peanuts, whipped cream, and a plumb, red cherry on top, sprinkled with powdered sugar. Every mothers worst nightmare. Sugar coma. Well, you get the point. I think I got a sugar high just writing that, haha.

Voldie blinked as Moosk removed the binding spell. “Are both of those for me?”

The Musketeers smiles all brightened three more notches. “Yup.” JD scrubbed a spoon clean on her green robes before handing it to the Dark Lord. “Eat up,” Michael said.

Voldie did, with enthusiasm, eating the first one in record time, feeling as though he was finally getting what he deserved. He was halfway through the second one when he paused, looking confused.

“Something wrong, milord,” Stephy asked, concerned. Voldemort nodded, slowly turning blue. Stephy ran her wand over him quickly. “Uh-oh.”

JD squinted at her. “What-oh?”

Stephy turned to her, blinking. “Um, he’s allergic to peanuts.” The Dark Lord started gasping and Stephy turned back to him, muttering several spells over him. After a few tense moments, Voldemort turned back to his normal pale white color. Feeling bad for almost killing him, the four helped him back to bed, and promised him that they would make sure that no one would disturb him for the rest of the day.

And they did it with much gusto, yelling loudly at anyone who dare came near his chambers, even if they were just walking past. Needless to say, it wasn’t very restful for the Dark One.

On the second day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 16

Voldemort stormed down the hall, intend on ignoring everyone that dared even glance at him. After his near-death experience the day before, he was in a foul mood and wands were about to be blasted. Not to mention, the Musketeers were on the third day of Christmas. Who knows what they were going to pull out of their arses today. I can tell you one thing, Voldie was not excited about it.

In the West Wing…

“Oh, come on, Michael, you wanted to join us, you have to do this one!” JD urged him, pushing the box into the red clad wizards hands.

“Yea, but that was before we almost killed him!” Michael yelled. Moosk and Stephy snorted.

“Oh, it’s not the first time we almost killed him and it won’t be the last,” Moosk said.

JD snickered. “Remember the time we almost gave him an apoplexy? Or the time we ’forgot’ him at the theater and found him with the Phantom. He almost had a heart attack!”

Moosk sighed. “Look, all you have to do is hand him the box and say ‘Happy Third Day of Christmas!’ and smile like a manic. Then walk away.”

Stephy nodded. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”

The four Musketeer glared at the other three. “I bet none of you had to do anything like this,” he pouted.

“Well, me and Moosk didn’t,” JD said. “Me, because I’m the mastermind behind this whole thing and Moosk because she was the first one to carry one of them out. Stephy did, though. She gave Voldie a ‘makeover.’”

Michael sighed wearily. The things he did for JD…

Wherever Voldie happened to be…

Voldie sat on the couch, staring at the broken TV set, Lucius’ hockey stick still sticking out of it. “I really need a new TV.”

“Oh, my dear, sweet Voldie-kins,” Michael sang out. V-dog groaned and tried, unsuccessfully, to make himself appear smaller. The emo wizard strolled into the room, spotting him immediately. Michael strolled right up to him and handed him a box. It was a pretty box, really. It was wrapped in bright, neon blue paper with neon orange Christmas trees and topped with neon pink and neon purple ribbons.

“Happy Third Day of Christmas,” he said brightly, his pearly whites blindingly white. Then he turned and walked out, which never bode well for Volds. The Oh-So-Dark-And-Evil-One sighed and quickly undid the ribbons and took the top off. Inside sat three Jarveys.

“Oi, pinhead, waddaya lookin at?”

“Ya lazy sausehead!”

“Yer mother was a pea hen!”

And that was only the beginning of the sting of insults Voldie got that day from his new pets and only the ones I could type without getting into trouble.

On the third day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Three Jarvey

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 17

Voldie was in the bathroom, trying to lock the Jarveys in the toilet, but they just kept coming back up, kinda like my grandma’s fruitcake. He ended up just locking them in the bathroom, the three of them cursing loudly through the door. V-dog cast a silencing spell on the door and warded it. He sighed and turned around, letting out a shrill scream as he saw the Musketeers.

“Hiya, Voldie-poo!” Moosk shouted.

“HAPPY FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS!” JD yelled.

“Please no…” Voldie groaned, sinking to the floor.

“Yup, and today, we got you…” Stephy whipped out four slips of paper and dangled them in front of the cowering Dark Lord. “HORSEBACK RIDING TICKETS!”

“I… I can’t. I’m, ah, allergic to horses,” Voldie stuttered.

“Liar, we checked. Now, don’t make us bind you,” Michael said, a threatening smile lighting his face.

Two hours later…

Bound and gagged, Voldie sat in the office of Val Salts, director of Ride Till You Die Horseback Riding. The four Musketeers were talking to Val about the vouchers they had gotten for Voldie. It was agreed that, instead of four separate horseback rides, they would just let Volds ride the wildest horse that they had.

So, down to the stable they went and, dragging Voldie behind them. Into the stall of Wonderwall. The horse was gigantic, the size of one of the flying horses the French headmistress had. Probably bigger. He was with red eyes and a red tail and mane. Moosk took off Voldies gag.

The evil wizard rotated his jaw. “Well, that one doesn’t look to bad.”

The horse pawed at the ground innocently. Soon, Wonderwall was all saddled up and Voldie loaded on. JD discreetly cast a sticking charm on the saddle so V couldn’t get off at any point. Michael led the horse out of the stall and gave him a good slap on the bum. Wonderwall reared, His Evilness failing about helplessly and did the worst thing possible. He dropped the reins.

Wonderwall took off like a shot and didn’t return for four hours. Voldies hands were clenched tightly around his mane.

Stephy walked up to him, two of stable hands following her. She removed the sticking charm and untangled his hands from the horse. Moosk used a spell to lift him off and set him on the ground at their feet.

“Milord?” JD questioned. Voldie let out a whimper and curled into a ball. “I think we broke him,” she whispered.

On the fourth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 18

The Musketeers quietly walked into His-Really-Long-Titled-Ness’ room. “Milord? We’ve brought you your fifth day of Christmas present,” Stephy whispered. He whimpered and curled up even tighter under his Dora the Explorer blanket.

“We promise it’s nothing bad. We think it might actually help you get over… well, you-know-what,” Michael said.

“Don’t mention… that,” Voldie said, his voice hoarse, still not coming out from under his covers.

“Here, just look at this,” Moosk said. Against his better judgment, Voldi sat up, keeping his cover wrapped tight around himself. The Musketeers were standing at the end of his bed, two on either side of a large black box. In the front of the box was a shiny reflective… thing and on top of the big black box was a smaller silver box, numbers flashing on the front panel.

“What is it, a Muggle bomb?” His Evilness asked wearily.

“Eh, not quite. The big one is a TV and the smaller box on top is a DVD player,” JD said, bending down and pushing a button on the ‘TV.’ “Happy fifth day of Christmas!” the four of them said, not wanting to startle him. As one, they all put their hands in front of him, each with a small, thin, purple box with a picture of…

“I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME…”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?”

They all snickered, “It’s Barney. He’s your friend,” JD said.

“We all got you a different one and the fifth one is from OOPH!” Moosk got elbowed in the ribs before finishing her sentence and she glared at Michael. However, VoVo wasn’t paying attention, enraptured by the giant purple dinosaur who was singing a song about cookies being stolen.

“All better?” Michael asked. V-ish grunted, not turning away from the TV. The Musketeers high-fived each other. “Well done, ladies.”

On the fifth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 19

Voldie sat in the living room, immersed in a Barney DVD on the big screen. In strolled JD, Moosk, Sev, Bella, Michael, and Stephy. The line moved in front of the TV, blocking it from view. “HEY!” V-dog yelled.

“HAPPY SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS!” they all yelled. Well, shrieked. As one, they took their hands from behind their back, each with a package of underwear in their hands. Not just any underwear, but frilly, lacey pink underwear.

“What the hell are those?!”

Moosk rolled her eyes. “It’s underwear, duh. You wear it to cover your butt and…” she snickered, “well, your other private bits.”

“Coughvirgincough.”

“Who said that?!” screamed V-ge.

Everyone looked back at him innocently. A little too innocently…

“Ok, what’s the joke,” his royal pain in the butt asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Stephy said in a singsong voice. Everyone thrust their underwear package into Voldies hands and ran out of the room.

That was weird, Voldie thought, before turning back to his TV. Only…

“WHERE THE HELL IS MY BARNEY DVD?!?”

Out in the hallway, the four Musketeers, Sev and Bella were crouched, trying to stifle their laughter. It wasn’t working very well since they could still hear their Lord ranting and raving and crying over his lost DVDs.

“Thanks for helping us, Auntie Bella,” Stephy said.

“And you too, Sevs-” JD started before Sevster covered her mouth with his hand. He quickly pulled his hand away after JD licked it.

On the sixth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 20

POP! POP! POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!

“What is that bloody noise?!” Voldie asked, well yelled. Why is there always yelling at that house, I wonder?

“What POP! noise,” JD yelled back. POP!

“That noise!,” he yelled back. POP!

“I’m right here, you don’t have to yell. Geez,” JD said, standing next to him.

POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!

Voldie glared at her. “What is that infernal racket?”

JD grinned cheerily. “Oh, it’s your Seventh Day of Christmas present.”

V-ed sighed. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what is it?”

JD started pulling on his hand. “You have to come down to the meeting room to find out.” The green clad witch pulled the reluctant Dark Lord with her. Down into the meeting room they went, a blue clad Moosk opening the door for them. Inside was wall to wall bubble paper. The Death Eaters were having a blast popping the little swollen bits of plastic.

POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!

“STOP ALL THAT WRETCHED POPPING!” Every head in the room turned to face the door, where the irate dark wizard stood. He turned to Moosk. “How much of that crap did you get?!”

Moosk pretended to think for a moment. “Let’s see… it’s the seventh day of Christmas and the Musketeers got you seven rolls of bubble paper.” Both girls grinned mischievously.

Voldies stared. Seven? “Please no.”

The Musketeers cackled evilly. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad!” Michael exclaimed.

“Yea, I mean, we did the calculations and figured out that the bubble paper will only last…” Here, Stephy paused.

“Continue!” Voldie demanded, desperate for the answer and dreading it at the same time.

“Three months,” JD piped up.

There was a thud as the dark one fainted. Everyone started snickering and continued to POP! the bubbles.

On the seventh day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Seven rolls of bubble paper

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 21

Voldie woke up on the floor in the den, wearing only a pair of his new pink underwear. He started to sit up and groaned. “Oh, I’m never drinking like that again…” he moaned to himself.

“Please don’t, that was horrible,” Stephy said from the doorway. “You plus booze equals nightmares.”

“At least I’m finally giving you nightmares,” Vold mumbled.

Stephy chuckled. “Oh, no, not me, Lucius and Draco.”

Now Voldie did sit up. “Draco had better not have brought those damned Queer Guys back!”

“Oh, he did, but they left again last night, said something about not wanting to be seen in this house,” Moosk said, strolling into the room.

“Where are those other two at?” Voldie wondered out loud.

“What other two?” Stephy asked.

“Yea, I mean, there are so many people in this house, you could mean any two people,” Moosk continued.

“JD and the new one, what’s-his-face, Michael,” Vold said, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Oh, those two!” Stephy exclaimed.

“Yea, probably found some nice closet to snog in,” Moosk said.

“Agh! Rated M!” Lord-of-All-Evil screamed. Just then, the two in question strolled in, followed by Sev, Bella, Lucius, and the missing Draco. It was then that his evilness noticed that everyone, including Moosk and Stephy, had their hands behind their backs. That worried him. A lot more than he would ever admit. Then, suddenly…

“HAPPY EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS!” Everyone shouted at the same time. Hands were whipped around to the front of their owners bodies and in everyone’s hand was a red, fuzzy doll… thing. As one, they all sat their doll down on the ground, pressed one of the hands and ran out of the room. The eight dolls started moving at the same time and sang…

You put your left foot in

You put your left foot out

You put your left foot in

And you shake it all about

When they checked in on him later, everyone found that the evil one had charmed all of the dolls to move on their own. And so he was having a tea party with them.

On the eighth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Eight Hokey-Pokey Elmo dolls

Seven rolls of bubble paper

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 22

“Come on!” Michael said, tugging Voldies arm, the dark lord lagging behind. “There are only nine poems to be read!”

“Yea,” Moosk threw in, “one for each day of the nine days of Christmas.”

Vold sighed. “I’m really beginning to hate Christmas.” The group of ten walked into The Yava Group, a coffee house slash poem reading place thing. Voldie, Moosk, JD, Stephy, Micheal, Sev, Bella, Lucius, Draco, and Pansy found seats in the front row just as the first poet got on stage.

He cleared his throat. “Puppies, rainbows, kittens and hearts, these are all the things that I love…”

Before Vo could scream, Draco slapped a silencing spell on him and Sev a binding spell so he couldn’t leave.

“You’re gonna ruin it!” Draco hissed.

And so they had to sit through nine poems, all thirty minutes long, all the same as the first, happy rainbow stuff. Later, as they were leaving, V turned to Sev.

“How the hell did you make it through all that?” he questioned the Potions Master. Snape continued walking. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” V-ge snarled, smacking him upside the head.

“WTF?” Sev yelled, pulling something out of his ears. “Why did you do that?!?”

He-Who-Has-Long-Titles pointed at the black things in his hands. “What are those?”

Snape held them up. “These? These are ear buds. They block out unpleasant sounds by playing music.” He looked at the dark one pointedly.

Naturally, he didn’t notice, continuing to question Sev. “What are you listening to?”

The Potions Master held out the ‘ear buds’ and Volds placed them in his ears.

Time after time

If you’re lost

You can look

And you will find me

Time after time…

V-dog started humming along and before they even reached the car, was singing along. Loudly and very off-key. After the song was over, a man’s voice came on.

“Puppies, rainbows, kittens and hearts, these are all the things that I love…”

The Dark One tried to pull the plugs out, but was unable to due to the fact that JD had super glued them in. And so he had to sit through the poems all over again. And again. And again. And again until Michael was able to get the plugs out. Using the Jaws of Life.

On the ninth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Nine poems to be read

Eight Hokey-Pokey Elmo dolls

Seven rolls of bubble paper

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 23

“Get moving!” Moosk said, pushing her lord towards the opera house. But they couldn’t really call it that, since V-ge banned the word ‘opera’ after the little ‘incident’ with the Phantom.

“Wait, didn’t the same thing happen last night?” Vold questioned, reluctantly walking forward.

“What do you mean?” Michael questioned back.

Vo paused, only to be pushed forward again by JD. “I mean, weren’t we doing this same thing last night? Except last night we went to the coffee house… It’s like history is repeating itself.”

“Hey, you’re right,” Stephy said in surprise.

“It’s only because the author is running out of ideas trying to get this up by tonight,” Moosk said defensively. “I mean, she only had, like, a week to write this.”

“STOP DEFENDING HER!” Voldemort yelled.

“STOP RESISTING ME AND MOVE YOUR BLEEP!” JD yelled back, giving him a hard shove towards the door. The lady looked up from behind her Plexiglas and stared at the eleven odd people standing in front of her.

“Can I help you,” she asked snootily.

“Yea, you can drop the accent, first of all,” Moosk said. The lady looked insulted and opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by JD.

“Secondly, we have a reservation for ten for Swan Lake, under the name Big Lord Boogie-pants.”

The lady snapped her mouth closed, realizing these were very important guests. She quickly pulled up the page on her computer and out popped ten tickets, which Stephy quickly snatched away from the woman.

“Thank you,” she said, not meaning it.

JD and Voldie lead the pack, followed by Moosk, Sev, Bella, Michael, Stephy, Lucius, Draco, and Pansy. Once again, they were in the first row.

V turned to JD. “What are we watching again?”

Moosk sniggered. “Swan Lake.”

“It’s a ballet,” Bella threw in.

“What’s a ‘ballet?’” his evilness asked, just as the lights went dim, causing several people around them to hiss, “Shhhhh!”

And the ballet started. And it went well until VD attempted to hex a dancer, which caused him to be hit with three binding spells and eight silencing spells.

And he remained that way as they sat thru ten different shows.

On the tenth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Ten Swan Lake tickets

Nine poems to be read

Eight Hokey-Pokey Elmo dolls

Seven rolls of bubble paper

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 24

Voldie was tired of everything. Tired of being pranked. Tired of Christmas. Tired of those bloody Musketeers. Mostly, he was just tired. And so we find him laying on his bed, covered in blankets. It was late and he was worried because the terrible quartet had yet to give him his eleventh Christmas present, which meant that he would most likely be awoken, roughly, once they did bring it.

Thus, he was trying to stay awake. However, it wasn’t working too well, probably because of the Sleeping Potion that Moosk had slipped into his pumpkin juice.

It won’t hurt to close my eyes… just for a moment…

With a snore, Vol rolled over, just as the four quietly snuck into his room, followed by Sev, Bella, Lucius, Draco, Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe and Theodore Knotts. Each carried a rolled up piece of paper under their arm. Without opening her mouth, Moosk motioned where each of them should tack up their poster. After three minutes and several sticking charms, the group snuck out.

YOU HAD A BAD DAY

YOU’RE TAKING ONE DOWN

SING A SAD SONG

JUST TO TURN IT AROUND

V-ish shot up in bed, looking around wildly. All around him stood Harry Potter. There were lots of him, all around, everywhere, staring at him and waving.

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

V tried to get out, but couldn’t find the door, Harry was blocking it. It was horrible.

On the eleventh day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Eleven life-size Harry Potter posters

Ten Swan Lake tickets

Nine poems to be read

Eight Hokey-Pokey Elmo dolls

Seven rolls of bubble paper

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

December 25

When they opened (well, undid the spell keeping it closed…) the door to Voldies room in the morning, he was curled into a ball under the bed, mumbling something about hippogriffs and handcuffs. They had just managed to get him out of the room and into the meeting room when JD and Michael came screeching around the corner.

As soon as he saw them, the dark one tried to run, but was unable to escape due to the fact that Moosk had slipped in behind him and placed a sticking charm to his seat. Instead of his normal place at the head of the table, he was seated right in the middle of the table.

JD walked up to her master. “Milord, as an apology for the past few days, we would like to present you with your final gift. So…”

“HAPPY TWELTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS!” everyone yelled. “And congratulations for making it all the way through,” they added as an afterthought.

Through the door walked twelve people in elf costumes, their feet making odd noises as they walked. They jumped onto the table, lining up right in front of the dark lord. Music started out of nowhere and they started to dance an Irish jig.

“What the hell is this,” Voldie asked.

“Twelve Irish dancers, to improve your mood, milord,” Moosk said, patting his head. Suddenly the dancers started singing.

On the twelfth day of Christmas

The Musketeers gave to Voldie

Twelve Irish dancers

Eleven life-size Harry Potter posters

Ten Swan Lake tickets

Nine poems to be read

Eight Hokey-Pokey Elmo dolls

Seven rolls of bubble paper

Six pairs of pink underwear

Five Barney DVDs

Four horseback rides

Three Jarveys

Two ice cream sundaes

And one new Musketeer…

A/N: Sorry if the last few weren’t so good, I’m was in a rush. I’m actually suppose to be at work right now, but I needed to finish this for ya’ll. Special thanks to Firehorse200 for the horseback idea and to zi ma gusto for the Irish dancers ideas. Hope ya’ll enjoyed this years special! My laptop has just gotten fixed, however, it’s Austin and I won’t get it back until Saturday, but after that, I’ll hopefully be able to write more on a regular basis. Happy Hols!

PS This is 17 pages on size twelve font, so you better be happy! lolz

UPDATE AS OF 1/1/08- I've updated the fact that it's not a Jabberknoll that swears, it's a Jarvey. My bad!