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“Open,” Harry said, hissing at the large stone doors. He was trembling more than he ever had in his life, scared out of his wits, but he had to save Ginny. That was all he thought about as he stepped through the entrance.
He expected a dark, ominous hallway filled with bones and grime, but instead he heard… music? It sounded like a party was going on, and there were bright colourful lights coming from around the corner, along with excited shouts and laughter.
He stepped forward, trying to get a better view of what was happening. Hadn’t the Chamber been closed for centuries until now?
About ten seconds into walking down the long corridor, he heard Ginny’s voice. “Thank you all, for coming to the first annual Death Eater Drag Display!”
The what? Harry didn’t even know what a Death Eater was, let alone why Ginny was announcing for their Drag Display. Whatever Drag was…
Harry furrowed his brows and sped his pace to a run, and stopped at the corner, peeking around to see what was happening. Ginny was pacing back and forth on the stage, interacting with a few of the dozens of people in shiny black cloaks and hyping up the party. For some reason.
The stage was the shape of a T, about three feet high from the looks of it, and was lined with moving lights shining red and green patterns on the backdrop. It looked like a rave, but everybody was wearing all black from head to toe, though some had cloaks made of rhinestones, while others were made with glitter or silk.
Harry strained his ears to hear Ginny over the music from where he was. “Our last queen of the night is the woman we've all been waiting for… I am proud to welcome to the stage, for the final performance of the night, SHE WHO MUST NOT BE TAMED!”
The intro to a song with a lot of bass and a lady humming to the beat filled the room, and a bald, greyish man walked onto the stage in a shiny black cloak. He made his way to the centre of the stage and turned around, pointing one heeled foot out to the left and raising his right arm into the air, pointing his fingers.
The girl started singing and the man started dancing around on the stage, and the people in cloaks – presumably Death Eaters, since that was how Ginny introduced them – started cheering and singing along like crazy. Dancing and yelling came from all sides as the person on stage bounced around.
Harry stepped into the room, trying to get closer to see the people more clearly. Then the music stopped. “I’m the bad guy…” the lady sang.
“Avada Kedavra!” The person – She Who Must Not Be Tamed – yelled out and pointed his wand to the audience, and a random man with a bedazzled hood dropped to the ground. The crowd cheered as the dancer immediately started voguing.
The beat started up again, and now there was a hologram in the background on the wall behind the stage. A skull with a snake slithering through the eyes and mouth hole flashing various colours of the rainbow and bobbing its head to the rhythm of the song.
As Harry looked closer at the performer he realised, he recognised that man. He had no nose and his pupils were slits, and he knew now that the drag queen on stage was Voldemort.
“Bloody hell.”
Ginny was scanning the crowd when she saw a familiar Gryffindor standing in the back corner, looking terrified. She waved him over, and Harry ran to her without thinking. Maybe she needs help.
She walked to the edge of the stage where there were stairs, and she practically dragged him up, telling him to dance with She Who Must Not Be Tamed.
“Are you crazy? That’s Voldemort!”
“Not on the stage she’s not! Come on Harry, it’ll be fun!”
Harry shook his head frantically. “He’s going to try and kill me!”
Ginny laughed and said, “maybe, with those killer heels!” She pushed Harry back down the stairs and motioned for him to join the crowd. Not wanting to risk it, he ran all the way back to where he was watching before. About thirty seconds later the song ended, and Voldemort landed an impressive death drop, and the crowd practically climbed over itself to get as close to the stage as possible.
Voldemort stood up after a few seconds and bowed, then he looked right at Harry. “Ah, the Boy Who Lived, come to my… first annual Death Eater Drag Display! Unfortunately you missed Luscious Mantoy and The Dungeon Brat, but I’m sure you’ll make it next year!”
Harry didn’t listen to any more before he turned around and bolted for the exit. Ron and Lockhart could find their own bloody way out.