Disclaimer: You know what I'm going to say by now. JKR owns everyone.

A/N: We have reached the end of the week. Lucius breathes sigh of relief in the background Thank you so much to the reviewers and people who put this on favourite and alert, hope you enjoy the last chapter!

Sunday

From somewhere deep in the manor, singing could be heard. Out of tune singing, at a volume close to that of an enraged hippogriff. Strange noises, I reflected, rarely meant a good thing, especially given the events of the past week. I set out to investigate, reaching the cellars before I came close to the source of the sound.

"Severus!" I called. "If you've polished off the last of my '94 claret I will not be held responsible for my actions!"

The singing continued, and I opened the door a fraction, only to be struck dumb by what I found...

With a half empty bottle of wine in one hand and a large glass in the other, the Dark Lord himself was dancing around the wine cellar wearing the sort of underwear one would usually consider too pink and lacy for a Dark Lord's taste. I knew that the best thing to do in these circumstances would be to run, but I was frozen to the spot.

"Aargh!" exclaimed the Dark Lord as he turned and saw me. "Lucius! What the Hell are you doing here?"

"This is my house, my Lord," I said, regaining my tongue in a hurry. "I was... my Lord are those Narcissa's knickers?"

"Yes... I mean no! Perhaps! Why are you down here?"

"Brandy," was all I could manage to say in response. If I hadn't needed it before I certainly needed it now.

"Right, erm, here you are."

The Dark Lord selected a bottle from the near-empty rack and handed it over. "Tell Narcissa she has much better taste in intimates than her sister. I never could see the point of gussetless panties. I mean, why wear them at all..."

I beat a hasty retreat at this point. Safely ensconced in the kitchen and ignoring the lingering smell of rotting pumpkin, I uncorked the bottle and took a swig before immediately spitting it back out. I looked at the label to find that, instead of brandy, I'd been given a bottle of magical stain remover. It had been one Hell of a week, and I was left with one conclusion.

The sooner Potter defeated the Dark Lord, the better.


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