Allysen: See if you can find the reference in this chapter! (Hint: it's from A Very Potter Sequel.)
Kittenn1011: The beginning of this scene featured Ebony exiting a change room she did not enter, with a costume change. We had a bit of fun with that. She's so derpy. And she's wearing derpy painted clothing to the concert because Aberforth is selling derpy painted products.
Of Mary Sues and Mind Slavery
A dark force is working within Hogwarts in the form of a deluded teenage vampire. Now it's up to the most mismatched group in Hogwarts history to save it. This is the real story of My Immortal.
My Immortal Chapter Sixteen and Seventeen, and featuring a brief piece of information from Chapter Eighteen.
Chapter Fourteen: The Melancholy of Lord Voldemort
Sometimes, Voldemort wondered about his tendency to solve problems with Unforgivable Curses. And then he remembered how incredibly useful and pleasurable they were to use and left it at that.
Aberforth Dumbledore was a good puppet. Not his best-ever puppet, but a good one. The old man having not yet succumbed to Ebony's mind control, Voldemort needed not to have a battle of wills with any powerful enemies, only Aberforth himself. No walk in the park, but not beyond the powers of Lord Voldemort.
He lounged in the back of Aberforth's new Goff Shop, waiting for signs of Ebony taking his bait. He had made Wormtail sneak into the castle to put up posters for a concert for some band that Draco Malfoy had mentioned in his yelling while he had been held captive, and plant a map to the Goff Shop somewhere in the castle.
Severus Snape and the werewolf in the Order had wandered through a few hours before, but beside that encounter (which had been intriguing), Voldemort was bored out of his mind. People under the imperious curse were unentertaining enough to company as it was, but one under orders to act like one of Ebony's puppets was even worse.
Voldemort wondered about Snape and the werewolf. Were they under Ebony's control? It seemed almost as if they weren't.
But it could be a trap.
The bell on the door rang, indicating someone had entered. Voldemort peeked his head into the main room: Ebony and one of her puppets had arrived. Ebony's eyes locked onto the muggle face on Aberforth's shirt. And she was drooling over it.
He pulled his wand out, pointed it to Aberforth, and sent the command, Gain her trust.
"We only have these for da real goffs," said Aberforth, pulling a piece of clothing dripping with black paint from behind his bar.
"Da real goffs?" she and her puppet chorused.
"Yah u wouldn't believe how many posers ther are in this town man!" he replied. "Yesterday loopin and snap tried to buy a goffic camera pouch." He shook his head. "I dint even no they had a camera."
"OMFG NO THEIR GONNA SPY ON ME AGAIN!" she screeched.
A headache begun to develop. While he covered his ears, the only thing that crossed his mind was the thought: I knew they were a trap.
That did not, however, prevent him from noticing when Ebony's clothing spontaneously changed from one weird-looking muggle outfit into the one Aberforth had been holding, and she turned into the bathroom only to run right back out again.
"Oh my satan you have to buy that outfit," said Aberforth.
"Yeah it looks totlly hot," said the puppet.
"You know what I am gona give it to you free cause u look really hot in that utfit," said Aberforth.
Alright, I'm sure you have her trust, masquerading as one of her puppets. Voldemort's head pounded. He needed some pain relievers, quick. So, my puppet, get to the point.
"Hey are you gonna be at the concert tonight?"
Ebony looked to him excitedly. "Yeah I am actually. Hey BTW my name's ebondy dark'ness dementia TARA way what's yours?"
Voldemort snapped back, and his headache all but disappeared. In his panic, he had fallen from his seat. He did not mean for that to happen. Why would he say something like that? Did Ebony just—?
The imperious curse broke. Aberforth looked onto the scene before him, his eyes telling of deep confusion, and then they gazed over again. Voldemort stared at his wand, and then thumped it against his hand. It emitted a few sparks.
He looked back into the main room of the ex-bar.
Aberforth was no longer under his control.
"maybe I'll see you there tonight."
Voldemort needed to leave. The headache was quickly returning, and he could hazard a guess as to what that meant about his self-control.
"Yeah I don't think so cause I am going there with my bf drako you sick perv!" At Ebony's second screech, the headache intensified once more. He needed to get out of the shop as quickly as possible, but he could not get past Ebony and three puppets. Especially because he had unwillingly given up his own.
Suddenly, a black broomstick crashed through the front window of the ex-bar. Hagrid jumped through the open space, knocking over the mannequins on display onto the layer of glass shards coating the floor, and yelled, "OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!"
Voldemort stared in complete shock.
Unblinkingly, the other three continued their interaction.
"Heres ur clothes n stuff 4 free," said Aberforth.
"OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!" Hagrid yelled again.
"I cud help u wif makeup if u wunted, koz Im relly in2 fashin n stuff."
"OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!"
"I'm bisezual," Aberforth continued as if Hagrid had not been yelling in his ear since he entered.
Is this what the entire world will come to if she manages to take over? Voldemort thought in horror, rubbing his forehead.
Finally, Ebony acknowledged Hagrid's presence. "WTF Hargrid?" she yelled. "Fuck off you fjucking bastard."
Stomping his feet in the glass, Hagrid stormed out through the broken window.
What, thought Voldemort. Does being a half-giant make you too big to use the door?
Ebony turned towards the door and stared blankly at it for a moment, and then said, "Yah but not as kawaii as you," her voice downtrodden.
Who is she talking to?
"Yah," she said, suddenly very cheerful.
She's a bipolar schizophrenic with Tourette's.
Draco Malfoy— or what used to be Draco Malfoy— entered, accompanied by a boy wearing clothing just as ridiculous as Aberforth (who was wearing a tutu, for Merlin's sake) and had caked his face with paint. Another puppet then spontaneously appeared, like things tended to do when Ebony wanted them to, and grabbed onto the first puppet— the girl Ebony had entered with.
Voldemort wondered for a moment if one of the puppets was Potter. He could not tell one puppet from the next beyond basic gender comparison, and even sometimes then he had a difficult time. He had asked Ebony to kill Vampire Potter because he had no idea which slave was Vampire Potter anymore.
The small troop of concert-goers exited the building, through the door like normal people instead of like half-giants. Outside the building, someone had parked a motor vehicle of some sort, and Draco Malfoy climbed into the driver's seat and drove off with as much skill behind the wheel as a llama.
Voldemort sighed in relief.
He was uncertain whether or not to continue his plan. He did not want to spend any more time around Ebony. But he needed all her puppets in the same place to kill them all at one and be done with it. Kill them with extreme prejudice.
He inspected the shop one last time. Aberforth was standing in the corner of the room, facing the wall, and realized that the lights in the room had dimmed since her entrance. Between her craziness and his headache, he had not noticed before. He apparated out of the shop, not bothering to cast a quick, easy repairing charm on the window, or cast a quick, easy charm to brighten the lights to their previous state.
Wormtail was waiting for him at the stage to get dressed in their costumes for the fake concert. Voldemort stared at him for a moment and then gestures to his clothing. Somehow, he had acquired leather pants and leather shoes and decided it would be a good idea to don them. Voldemort shrugged. "You'll do," he said. After only a moment's hesitation, he retrieved his own costume from his robes: a thick piece of parchment on a stick, with Gerard Way written across it. He held it up to his face experimentally. Considering none of the puppets nor Ebony herself had noticed him with his face in the door in the Goff Shop, chances were a paper label would be enough to fool them.
Given, Voldemort did not give them lots of time to have fun at the concert before announcing his name. While Wormtail banged on the stage a couple times to fake a musical beat— or something, Voldemort wasn't completely sure what Wormtail was doing. Perhaps he was under mind control again? But as Wormtail banged, Voldemort said into the microphone.
"It's time for you all to die," he said. "I'm so done with you. So long and goodnight."
By the time he finished his first sentence, Ebony and her puppets had begun jumping up and down.
He tried again, "So long and goodnight. Forever."
When they still did not realize he was threatening them, he dropped the piece of parchment held at his face. Ebony stared blankly at him for a moment, and then let out a gasp of realization.
"Vlodemort and da Death Deelers!" yelled Ebony.
Close enough, he thought. Voldemort would have corrected her, he really would have, if he thought it would not be a waste of his time. For one, because she was dumb as a rock, but also because she would be dead before she knew it.
"You moronic idiots," he shouted, mostly to the dumbest of them all. If he used any more complex language, she probably would not have understood him. "Enoby, I told you to kill Vampire." Whichever one that was. It was in that moment that he remembered how Ebony thought he talked. "Thou have failed. And now… I shall kill thou and Draco."
"No no please!" the entire audience yelled.
A knife appeared in Voldemort's hands, and he threw it into the audience, absently hoping it happened to stab someone. That really needed to stop happening to him. Not the accidentally stabbing people— that was fine— but the random things just appearing.
Without warning, another weird puppet flew down from above. At first, Voldemort thought it was just an average captive of hers, but realization dawned. He had long black hair and a long black beard, and half-moon spectacles. It was a puppet version of Dumbledore.
She had Dumbledore.
Oh, Merlin. She has Dumbledore!
How powerful was she?
No way was he going to deal with Dumbledore. And no way was he going to deal with Ebony blind if she had enough power to take Dumbledore, of all people.
So he did the only thing that could make the situation less awkward for everyone.
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