A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up. My friend and I have been busy with another project. *cough*professorcassandra(dot)webs(dot)com*cough*link on profile*cough* Ahem...excuse me. ;) So, anyway, I am proud to present the final chapter of The Annual Death Eater Beach Trip! :D

The sun shone down on the hospital parking lot. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky. It was a warm day, but a pleasantly crisp wind blew every now and then, signaling the beginnings of autumn.

The hospital doors opened, and Lord Voldemort stepped out. The cast covering his posterior allowed no movement of his spine, so he was completely hunched over. Bellatrix walked directly behind him, enjoying the view, and all the other Death Eaters followed. Rodolphus was last in line, for the bandages covering most of his body limited his movement. Nobody cared, though, of course. When Voldemort arrived at the purple minivan, Wormtail helped him into the passenger seat.

"How long do I have to keep this blasted thing on again?" asked the Dark Lord.

"Two weeks," said Wormtail.

"Blast. It's been bad enough just wearing it for three days!" He leaned closer toward Wormtail and continued in a whisper, "Bellatrix actually wanted to sign it! And the scary part is…she succeeded! I don't know when she did it, I don't know how she did it, but she did it. And you don't even want to know what she wrote…."

Wormtail patted his master on the back, which wasn't a difficult gesture considering Voldemort was even hunched over in the van. "Just hang in there, Master. It'll be over before you know it."

Voldemort sighed and leaned back in his seat as much as possible. "You know, I think once this cast comes off, I'll keep it."

"Really? As a keepsake to remember this vacation by?"

"Well, yes, that…but mostly to remind me never to wrestle a grizzly bear ever again. That seems like a good thing to remember."

Lucius approached the passenger seat. "My Lord, we've taken care of everything. All of our stuff is packed, and the room keys have been returned to the hotel. I believe we can go straight home from here."

"Excellent. Now I'd like to say goodbye to Earl. That blasted hillbilly has really grown on me."

"Aw, No Nose, you done grown on me, too!" Earl rushed over to Voldemort and gave him a big old hillbilly hug.

"So what are you and the family going to do now?" asked Voldemort after the long hug ended.

"Oh, I s'pose we'll go on back home ta thuh shack. But not buhfore we enjoy this here beach fur a few more days!"

"Very well, then. Same time next year?"

"You bet yer broke bee-hind, No Nose!"

"Excellent." Voldemort waved goodbye to Earl and shut the car door.

"Hey, Luann!" called Earl as he walked away. "Quit huggin' that wild-haired city woman and come on! We gotta hit thuh road!"

"Comin', Dumplin'!" called Luann, releasing Bellatrix and handing her a folded up piece of paper. "That thar's my tellyphone number! Let's keep in touch, aright, Bell?"

"Sure…right…," lied Bellatrix.

"And don't worry! Yer husband ar'dy done gave me yer number! He said ya needed a friend. See ya, Bell!"

Bellatrix gritted her teeth and glared at Rodolphus, wondering if there was any place left where she could fit a few more bandages.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Olga ran up to Wormtail and gave him a strangling hug. "OLGA LOVE WORMY!"

Wormtail sighed. "Oh, Olga, why does this vacation have to end so soon? I don't want to leave you…."

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WORMY NO LEAVE OLGA. OLGA COME WITH WORMY!"

She lifted up her sleeve, and Wormtail gasped. There, on her gigantic forearm, was the Dark Mark. On her gigantic arm it seemed much smaller than the other Death Eaters' did.

Overjoyed, Wormtail rushed over to the passenger side window. "Oh, Master! You made her a Death Eater!"

Voldemort blushed. "Yes, well…I can't have you moping around all the time, now can I? We're going to need a lot of mini weenies for the ride home, though…."

"OLGA LIKE MINI WEENIES!"

Wormtail couldn't stop smiling. "I didn't even know she was a witch!"

"Wormtail, have you ever seen anyone eat a restaurant's entire supply of food in ten seconds? That's friggin' magic if I've ever seen it!"

Snape shoved past Wormtail and Olga. "My Lord, we are almost ready to go. Here's your teddy bear." He handed Voldemort the bear, which was still tied up and struggling.

"There's my Mr. Happysmileyman!" said Voldemort, embracing the bear.

"Fool!" yelled Mr. Happysmileyman. "You know quite well I require the whole passenger seat to myself!"

"Well, that's too bad, Mr. Happysmileyman. We now have one more seat to fill." He glanced again at Olga. "Hmm…probably two seats, actually. Besides, it's plain to see that what you really need now is discipline! Murdering your daddy is a big no-no!"

"You just wait, Voldemort. I'll kill you yet!"

Voldemort ignored him and turned to Snape, who had just gotten into the minivan. "I forgot to ask…who's driving?"

That question was answered when Bellatrix hopped in the driver's seat, grinning from ear to ear. "You guys ready to burn some rubber?"

Voldemort's protesting scream echoed throughout the parking lot as the minivan sped wildly away.

The Death Eaters all sat at a long table, waiting for their master to begin the meeting as a certain country song played in the background. A door opened, and Lord Voldemort confidently stepped up to the throne-like seat at the end of the table. He triumphantly held up the cast that was so recently attached to his behind and shouted, "Faithful servants, my recovery is complete!"

He received not clapping and cheering, but gasping and stifled chuckling. Then he realized that he had shown them the side that Bellatrix had written her humiliating message on. "Oh dear," he said, "I had forgotten about that…. You know, not being able to see it…back there. Say, where is Bellatrix anyway?"

Another door flew open and Bellatrix rushed in. She was holding a cell phone up to her ear, which was swollen and inflamed but still adorned with a stylish skull-shaped earring. "Yes, I understand that….," she said in a rushed tone. "Look, I'm sure it's a very pretty dress, Luann, but I'm late for a meeting here! …I don't care how many bows are on it! I'll talk to you later!" She hung up the phone. "I am so sorry, Your Sexiness! I tried to get here sooner, I really did…."

"That's all right, Bella, I completely understand." And it was the truth, for he remembered Luann quite well. "Speaking of hillbillies, Earl wrote to me today. Apparently they have a new pig now." He sniffed, and his eyes watered. "They've named it No Nose in my honor!"

The Death Eaters clapped, but all of their clapping combined couldn't compare to the ear splitting roar that Olga's clapping made. She and Wormtail were still going strong, of course, and all the other Death Eaters had warmed up to her quite a bit as well.

Draco was still as naïve and flamboyant as ever, but Lucius had become a bit more tolerant. He had made a compromise: Draco could keep his rainbow wallpaper, but the unicorn posters had to go. Also, Rodolphus had completely healed, not that anyone cared. And Narcissa…wait…where was Narcissa?

"Oh crap," said Bellatrix, her eyes wide, "I left Narcissa in the coat closet! ….Oh well. Who wants mini weenies?"

A/N: ...So, basically, that's how I spent the summer of '08-writing this! And it's been awesome. I'd like to thank everyone who read, reviewed, and/or favorited this story; you guys have been great! I'd also like to thank the Dark Father and Allusioned Thoughts for supporting me so much, and my ex-boyfriend for giving me inspiration (didn't turn out so great, of course...but I suppose I should give him props anyway. XD). The story doesn't have to end here, though. I'm working on a sequel now, so check back soon! :)