Title: Work stress
Author: Nurashin (animeMANGA), Fianna (SW.com)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: humor
Language: German
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Voldemort's working day
Disclaimer: Voldemort and all other characters and locations belong to J.K. Rowling. I just own the idea. I don't earn a euro with this FanFic ... ^^ ,,
For: Everyone who likes to laugh ^^

Work stress
or
Dementors, letters and concert tickets

A point of light skipped past the almost blind windows like a flea, hastily and frantically.
Night had long since fallen in Little Hangleton, and all the lights had gone out except for this wild, wildly leaping glow in the largest house in the area.
But finally this also died and a heavy night fell over the village with a sigh.

The Riddle Estate had long been empty. Nobody had cared what became of the neat manor house. The owner - a strict, extremely unfriendly man with long white-blonde hair - had supposedly bought it for 'tax reasons' and had never been spotted in Hangleton since.The residents were happy about it. For decades the villa had been a topic that the villagers had to talk about in the evening at the 'Hanged Man'.
Fifty years ago the foundations had been laid for various - admittedly - out of thin air ghost stories.
If someone had heeded the rumors of the residents, it would not have been surprising if one day the city had simply disappeared.
But of course she didn't, and on the very evening our story begins, Little Hangleton stood where a simple Muggle had decided to found this village many years ago.
Presumably he proceeded with the firm determination to turn the little piece of earth into a metropolis at some point, but that's another story that has nothing to do with the matter here.

The only place that matters this time is a room in the Riddle Villa.
The greatest - and only - Lord Voldemort was sitting there, bent over an endless number of letters, when there was a soft knock on the door."Boss? Boss?" a rasped voice with a Romanian accent penetrated the dark lord's headquarters.
With a sigh, he straightened up and turned around.
“Vlad?” The voice of the darkest wizard of modern times sounded irritated, but the visitor didn't seem to care, because the door to the former dining room flew open with a crash.
“Boss!” Vlad Tepes Dracula stepped up to his supervisor. "Boss, the Dementors!"
Voldemort raised a nonexistent eyebrow and looked solemnly at the vampire lord with cool, red eyes.
"What about you?"
"You ..." Vlad took a deep breath, then quickly described his latest observation.
"You are on strike! The union of ..." He was interrupted in the middle of a sentence.
"Strike?!?" With a jerk Lord Voldemort stood up and looked down at the vampire lord. "Who allowed them to form unions?"
"Boss, you want to work less and more humane working hours!"
The Dark Lord stared at his subordinate, struggling to keep his composure."Less work?" he asked incredulously. "And more humane working hours? At Slytherin, they're de-men-to-ren, not people!"
Angry, he spun on the spot and began pacing the room. His advisor just looked after him and finally nodded slowly.
"Yes, boss, I know. My people have already tried to explain it to them, but ..." Again, Vlad was interrupted.
"By Slytherin, I should have unionized them myself before they form some of their own accord. Where's Wormtail?"
"I don't know, boss!"
"Then get him here! And best of all bring Lucius and Severus with you!" With that, the Dark Lord turned away while Vlad saluted and said, "Aye, aye boss!" disappeared. He didn't pull the door shut behind him, however, so Voldemort raised his wand over his shoulder with a now clearly resigned sigh and mumbled a spell.
The door closed loudly.
"Quiet at last ..." he finally mumbled, he didn't think that Vlad would find the three Death Eaters in the next twenty minutes, but he was wrong.As soon as the wizard had closed his eyes and lightly massaged his temples, his top vampire lord slammed the heavy wooden wings against the wall again.
"Boss, boss!" he called out loud. "I found her! They're talking about something. Severus seems very confused that I don't call you ... what was that ...?"
Voldemort made a desperate sound. "It was Voddlemoddle. Don't ask, Vlad. I thought I could give my Death Eaters a different reputation back then, that's why I changed my name. And Avada Kedavra should get a different name too. At that time I thought 'green light' would be an appropriate name but unfortunately everyone laughed so badly that I couldn't concentrate. "
Vlad thought about it for a moment. "Green light?" he then asked. His superior nodded slowly. "Yes, I know that it was a mistake ... that's why I'm not thinking about renaming Avada Kedavra ..."
The dark lord paused briefly, then a triumphant smile crossed his face."But soon I'll have defeated Potter! Now that Dumblemumble ... sorry ... Dumbledore is gone, it's only a matter of time. But now bring Wormtail, Severus and Lucius to me, Vlad!"
“Yes boss!” With that, the vampire lord turned around and stepped out of the room. Voldemort briefly stroked his bald head again, as if he had to check the fit of his bald head, and then nodded.
In the next moment, three black-robed wizards entered the Death Eater headquarters.
“Master?” Lucius Malfoy bowed deeply to his master, as did Severus.
Wormtail, on the other hand, looked at the pale wizard, trembling.
He unconsciously stroked his shiny silver hand. "Mei ... master?" he stammered. Drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Satisfied, Voldemort looked at his three servants. His snake eyes shone a dangerous red.
"Well, my loyal servants, I have called you here because I have tasks for you to do. Wormtail first.You have surely noticed what is going on in the Dementor Village. "
The little Death Eater nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, Master. The Dementors. They ... they are on strike," he squeaked.
"Right, Wormtail. You will go there and say I am not going to negotiate. And if they refuse to go back to work, Slytherin!" The Dark Lord's last words sounded like a hiss.
Peter Pettigrew stared at the tall magician for a long time, then nodded meekly.
"Yes ... yes master," he mumbled into his non-existent beard. He nervously ran his left hand through his mouse-brown hair. He was still trembling like a leaf.
"Well, now to you Lucius and Severus ..." With that, Voldemort turned his attention to the other two men, but Peter spoke up again.
"Master?"
With a sound somewhere between an imp falling from a tree and an angry hippogriff, Voldemort turned to Wormtail."CRUCIO!"
With a scream, the little Death Eater sank to the ground as the curse hit him. His body seemed to be jolted with electrical charges, and when the dark lord finally raised his wand again, the animagus squealed like his soul animal, the rat.
"What was that for, my lord?" asked Peter very uncertainly.
"Forgive me, Wormtail, it was a habit. So what did you want to ask?"
"May I go, master?"
"Yes, that's right. What are you still doing here then? Get on with it!"
Wormtail scurried quickly out of the room, limping slightly, for the after-effects of the Cruciatus curse were not entirely without it.
Severus and Lucius meanwhile looked meaningfully at each other. There was incomprehension in her eyes.
"He's gone crazy," Severus said to his colleague without making a sound. Lucius, correctly interpreting the other's lip movements, nodded.
At that moment, both Death Eaters looked like watered poodles.
Even when Voldemort did not target the two again, their lack of understanding did not diminish."Master?" the former potions teacher finally asked.
The dark magician turned quickly. "Yes, what ... oh, it is you. Well, your job is ..."
The dark lord took two steps to his desk and rummaged through some quickly scribbled notes. He mumbled quietly to himself.
"Shopping list - no ... Diary - no ... Tickets for a Britney Spears concert - no ... Plan to conquer the wizarding world - yes ..." Then he suddenly stopped and left the closely written parchment on which he had written down the most important steps of conquering the world, falling carelessly.
"Who at Slytherin got me tickets for a Britney Spears concert here?" thundered Voldemort. Severus and Lucius swallowed hard until the black-haired Death Eater finally took a step forward.
"I think it was Bella, my lord," he muttered softly.
Voldemort turned to Vlad angrily.
"Vlad? Bring Bellatrix to me NOW!""All right, boss!"
With that, the vampire lord disappeared and the Dark Lord clenched his long, delicate spider fingers into a fist while he processed the concert tickets into confetti and then slowly let them sail to the ground.
Meanwhile he reached for a letter to tear open indignantly.
He scanned the lines with a frown.

"Liper Uncle Woltemor," he read.

"I'm a big fan of me going to Slytherin and I'm really happy to go to the Grand Master's house, we annoyed every day, Gryffindors fell, they are always angry with us, that's lussti, especially if ertzfaint Härri Potter nerfen is fun, he eats ... "

The Heir of Slytherin blinked and crumpled up the paper. The letter was overflowing with spelling errors, so it was almost an impertinence to read it.
The bald wizard shook his head in confusion. What was he thinking? It was an imposition.
To him, the greatest of all wizards who had ever lived and who will ever live, the best of the best, apart from Salazar Slytherin, who of course was even better and bigger, but unfortunately long deceased, was a criminal offense, but if this very cruel document contained nothing more than a statement of support and - presumably - the request for an autograph, then that was to be equated with high treason."Lucius?"
The blond Death Eater stepped forward. "Yes, my lord?" he asked obsequiously and bowed, his white-blond hair falling