Only through the pain

Disclaimer: I am a donut....for reference,watch eddie izzard dress to kill.

Warning:I can not be held responsible for anything I do or say under the influence of Nyquil and a lot of Marmalade boy episodes.

A/N: You all know how I name the chapters after whatever it is that inspirers me while I'm writing, which is usually music. Well, today, I am sick and my usual sickness remedy is lots of nyquil and girly anime. Today's choice is Marmalade boy. So, Today's chapter is called Marmalade boy and Nyquil, and because I'm feeling under the weather, it is also going to be a short, fluffy bit of nothing filler. Oh, and to answer your question heisdragoness.....read and find out! LOL jk, seriosuly, its a mixture of both. PTSD is a weird and complicated disorder that never really goes away, but it helps if you feel safe and stress free, so, yesh, both. Once the anti-depresants wear off, things may get a little more complicated, but he does still feel safe around Harry so he's got a bit of a stabilizer. So, enjoy the nothingness. Better chapter tomorrow.

Chapter...uhm....no...Interlude- Marmalade boy and Nyquil. (none)


Deep in the dungeons of Voldemort's castle, while our two heros were busy bopping like bunnies, the Dark Lord was enjoying playtime....or rather...he WISHED he was enjoying playtime.

"I'm BORED," He drawled, shooting off a random curse at one of the muggles hanging from the ceiling. "Entertain me!"

The assembled death eaters, including one Narcissa Malfoy, looked at each other uneasily. A bored, evil Dark Lord was not a pretty sight and they knew, by the end of the night, at least one of them would be doing something utterly humiliating...and tonight, it looked like it was the newest member, Joey Kigel's, turn.

"Kigel! Get up here!" Voldemort snapped, pointing his wand at the tall half-Jewish, half-German, all Homosexual 20 year old. "I think I want to see a performance....hmm....perhaps the nutcracker."

"Well...my lord....I hear that the Russian Ballet is performing that in france tonight...Just a quick hop skip and apparation away..." Joey said, looking over his shoulder nervously.

"You imbecile! Do you really think I want to leave the manor looking like a half dead corpse?! No...You will perform it for me....yes...I like that.....and I will direct.....It will be a wonderful performance, my masterpiece!" Voldemort laughed insanely. Clearly, in all the dying and coming back to life, he'd lost a few screws. "And perhaps, if you do a good job, we will perfrom the play for my new pet on his induction night....yes....yes...I think my lovely little Draco would like that....." Narcissa swallowed back a scream of indignation. Poor, poor Draco....Snape had better keep to that oath to help him or she'd...."Narcissa, darling, you will be my lighting manager....and you Nott, will be in charge or props, and you....you just go stand in a corner over there....you don't have the proper look for my vision of greatness!" He clapped his hands delightedly. "Chop, chop people! To the theater room!"

The theater room was a miniaturized opera scaled room with a large stage and professional lighting and sound rigs. Back before Voldemort went completely crazy, he used to book special performances of every major acting, dance and theatre group to reward his minions for murders well done. After all, who doesn't like to relax and watch La Triviata with a nice glass of champagne after a mass murder of useless muggles? Now, they all dreaded the words, "To the theater room!"

Twenty minutes later, the nutcracker had completely deteriorated into another of Voldemorts insane theatrical ideas. Poor Kigel was up on the stage, alone, wearing the poofy straight out from the sides kind of tutu and toe-shoes on top of a bright pink leotard. He had just been trying to dance to the waltz of flowers when Voldemort, who had changed into a beatnick costume, complete with berret, stood up, waving a rolled up copy of a thick script.

"no, no, no!!!" he screamed, and everyone working in the wings flinched. "This is all wrong! There should be more glitter!! You! Goyle! Throw Glitter on Kigel while he dances! Music, and...action!" Kigel began to dance again while a birght red Goyle tossed handfuls of glitter at him, making the floor slippery. "NO!! Wrong!! All Wrong!" Voldemort yelled again. "I think he should have a poodle in this scene!" He turned and started whacking people with the script, "Someone bring me a poodle!!" A few moments, and several bruises later, Kigel started dancing again, this time with a full sized poodle under one arm. "No!" everyone sighed. "He should be blond!" A Marilyn Monroe wig was added, and then, "NO! He needs a boa!!" So a pruple feather boa was draped over Kigel's shoulders. "More Glitter!....He needs a goldfish!.....There should be a big neon sign flashing in the background!....MORE GLITTER!!!!" and on and on it went.

"Poor, poor Draco," Narcissa sighed again, manning the spotlight on the dancing Kigel. "He's going to be washing glitter out of his hair for months if that Potter boy doesn't do something soon...."

A/N: AS I said, short, silly, nothing fluff filler....based on a dream I had of my friend Joey and a mutual friend Krystle....though I'm sure she won't be pleased to know I've casted her as the dark lord. When I had this dream, I actually woke myself up laughing......but maybe you have to know Joey for it to be that hilarious.....Ah well, better chapter tomorrow, I promise.