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[__marvolo]

It was his birthday.

His birthday.

And there were Muggles swarming about everywhere, and he couldn't slaughter a single damn one of them, because he was stuck locked up in a stupid, stupid cell.

Of course, the island, in its infinite widsom, had given him a very tacky "Happy New Year's" hat.

"Happy fucking New Year," he grumbled, resisting

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[starkhand]

Ned was not at the party, even though the rest of his family was, because it was his turn to stand guard over Voldemort. As much as he misliked the task, someone had to do it.

Part of the duty of Voldemort-minding was bringing his meals. Tonight that was a simple prospect, given the abundance of food. It annoyed Ned, however, since no one in Westeros who had committed such acts would be allowed to keep his head, much less keep it in relative luxury. That was likely the reason for his cold glance at the man when he brought his dinner.

[__marvolo]

Voldemort glanced up at Ned, returning the cold glare with one of his own.

"Well, aren't we just cheerful," he sneered, stepping back away from the bars so that Ned could deliver the food.

He knew the drill by now, every nuance of it. Someday, someone would slip up. But he doubted it would be tonight.

Pity.

[starkhand]

To say that he thought a more appropriate place for Voldemort would be more like the cells beneath the Red Keep would not be too far amiss. But the rule of the island had decreed he be kept here, and Ned would uphold that. Voldemort would most assuredly not escape on his watch.

"More cheerful than you deserve," he said curtly.

[__marvolo]

"Oh, assuredly so," he said, idly plucking a stray thread from his trousers.

"I do so despise holiday cheer," Voldemort said with a shrug. "So... misplaced, and pointless."

[pronging]

Earlier that day it had CAME TO JAMES' ATTENTION that sodding, murdering, buggering, TALL GOBLET OF EVIL VOLDEMORT, the one who KILLED EVANS, KILLED HIM, LEFT HARRY A FUCKING ORPHAN, was actually LOCKED IN A CELL inside the compound. James hadn't been able to find hide nor hair of the place earlier on account of all the people FLITTERING ABOUT like FLIBBERTIGIBBETS or CRAWLING LIKE FLOBBERWORMS. So, he left off trying to work out where it was. Mainly because the rec room got all SHINY and had FIREWHISKY

[__marvolo]

Voldemort's Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day just got a whole lot better.

"James Potter," he drawled, a large smile suddenly spreading across his face.

In one fluid motion, he stood up and glided towards the bars. He didn't get close enough for Potter to do anything stupid but he was close enough to smell the alcohol on Potter's breath and know that life was very, very good right now.

[pronging]

Hearing his name, James automatically STRAIGHTENED IMPORTANTLY. And then he vaguely remembered where he was. And who this bloke was.

The TEENSY PART of him that wasn't completely knackered shuddered as Voldemort moved toward the bars. The LARGE PART of him that WAS completely knackered winced; his head was fucking POUNDING.

"So y' 'member me," James said, and then he frowned; his fingers were itching, longing for a wand. He had his wand on him, actually. Still carried it round out of habit, but it was dead useless. Wouldn't work.

"Dinna do a good job of killing me, didja, mouldy gitarse?" he asked. And then he belched again.

[__marvolo]

"Of course I remember you, you utter pissant," he snapped, holiday cheer fading as Potter began prattling on and on. He remembered one of the many reasons that he hated the bastard.

"If I killed you once, I can easily kill you again," he said. Since he hadn't killed Potter yet in his life, it would be like the first time all over again.

[sinfuldemise]

Loyalty was a Gryffindor trait, something he was exceedingly proud that he wasn't. And yet for whatever reason, this New Year's Eve drew him to his former Master's cell. He'd snuck out of the party relatively unnoticed, careful to make sure that Sirius in particular was otherwise occupied. Rabastan and Remus could be potential problems, but they'd probably not follow. Shite. That reminded him. He'd still not welcomed Remus to the family. Ah well. It's not like they were going anywhere, right?

The hustle and din of the rec room died down the further he got down the hallway, a glass of moonshine in each hand.

This was a very bad idea. Very. Very Bad.

Pah. Whatever. It's not like the man could fling an Avada at him anyway. He'd survive. He just might end up with alcohol in his eyes. As he approached the cell, he noticed his Lordship sitting there and looking Very Cross indeed with a silly hat. Regulus choked back a laugh and tried very hard not to dissolve into a fit of giggles at the idea of this particular man in such a get up. It

[__marvolo]

"Well, well, well," Voldemort drawled, lips pulling up in a devious grin, "the lost little lamb returns to the fold."

He rose quickly from his seat on the bed, tossing the silly hat aside, and went to the bars, taking the cup from Regulus.

"Holiday cheer bring you here?"

[sinfuldemise]

Regulus resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the lamb comment as he rose his glass in a silent toast to nothing in particular.

"Thought I'd be nice and give you something to torment in honour of the occasion. If you like, though, I can be on my merry way."

[__marvolo]

"If I wanted you to leave, Regulus, you would know it," he said, Regulus' name coming out somewhere between a purr and a hiss.

"The company of someone with at least two brain cells to rub together is welcome."

Even if it was the company of a traitor.