[ EU ] An eager young Death Eater tries to sell Lord Voldemort on the idea of using muggle military weapons .

`` Come in, Mister Mortimer,'' the voice extended from the darkness, `` Mister Malfoy tells me you have some... interesting ideas... that he believes I should listen to.'' 
 
 Jeremy Mortimer had only been out of Hogwarts for just under a year the day Dumbledore was killed. A promising Ravenclaw student that nevertheless drew no attention from his teachers or classmates for his accomplishments, Jeremy was above all else a sensible man. And hearing the great and powerful Dumbledore had been slain made it very clear and sensible to assume that a war was imminent, and that the ministry was ill-equipped to fight off the Dark Lord's power. So, while Jeremy had no attraction to Voldemort's grudge against the muggles, mudbloods, and the enigmatic young Harry Potter, he joined the Death Eaters, predicting them to be the winning side of the impending war. 
 
 He was distraught to see the state of Voldemort's regime. These were mostly nothing more than petty brutes and bullies, and few of them had a mind for tactics and strategy, let alone the logistics of running a government in the long-term. What's more, they seemed to set their sights on the smallest of targets - the entirety of their planning was focused on magical Britain, with little mind toward how the other magical governments of the world would respond. 
 
 What ’ s more, the entire organization was run like something out of the dark ages, with fear keeping troops in line where prejudicial hatred and sadistic sociopathy didn ’ t. Was this to be the organization that would rule the world? As Jeremy saw it, the best hope for the world was for someone within the Death Eaters to bring some stability to the cause, something that would make it less like a savage raiding party and more like a… well, government. 
 
 However, before Jeremy could hope to make the Death Eaters a more practical and, well, *sensible* organization, he would need to demonstrate his value. Given the mercurial nature of Voldemort and his followers, doing anything that would draw attention to himself was extremely risky, but for the sake of the world he knew this was a risk he would have to take. 
 
 “ Yes, my lord, ” Jeremy answered to the dark room, hoping his voice remained confident, “ I believe that we have the opportunity to exploit tools and weapons our enemy does not possess or have access to. If we utilize them properly, it could expedite our... *your*... rise to power. ” 
 
 “ I am the master of magics fearsome and powerful beyond the wildest dreams of even the highest ranking Death Eaters serving me, far more powerful than anything our enemy has in their possession, and yet you claim that you know of something even more powerful? Your attempt to impress me is transparent as it is foolish. What could a young Ravenclaw possibly offer the heir of Slytherin? ” 
 
 “ I have studied magics that others overlooked, even deemed foolish, ” Jeremy hurried to explain before Voldemort lost interest, “ But in my fifth year, I succeeded in creating a spell that would allow muggle technology to work within the bounds of Hogwarts. ” 
 
 “ Then it seems to me that you wasted five years at Hogwarts, ” the Dark Lord replied coldly. 
 
 “ Sir, I know full well your disdain for muggles, but if you ’ ll hear me out, I think you ’ ll find that this development holds far more potential than may be immediately apparent! ” 
 
 “ You try my patience, young Ravenclaw... ” 
 
 “ Please, my lord! If you were to see the practical applications of muggle computers, you would see that they have incredible utility for communication, organization, and... ” 
 
 “ You have now lost my patience, young one, ” the voice growled. 
 
 “ Weapons! ” Jeremy shouted in a pleading tone, “ I can use this spell to create for you weapons far beyond what we currently possess! ” 
 
 There was a pause as the dark figure considered this, “ You lie. Muggles are weak and pathetic. Nothing they possess can be a greater weapon than a wand in the hand of a skilled wizard or witch. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s true! ” Jeremy said, “ Why, if you look at what muggles have done with firearm technology in the last hundred years or so... ” 
 
 “ Fire arm? ” Voldemort turned the words over in his mouth like something with a foul flavor, “ What is that? ” 
 
 “ Guns, my lord, ” Jeremy offered. 
 
 “ Ah, *guns*, ” Voldemort sighed, “ I know of guns. They ’ re odd metal wands muggles use to kill each other. Why should I bother with this when I have my *Avada Kedavra*? ” 
 
 Jeremy flinched at this, but after a moment, continued on, “ Well, yes, as you say, my lord, but muggles have developed guns that can require little effort to aim and can kill dozens of men in a minute. ” 
 
 “ The same could be said of fiendfyre, child, ” Voldemort sighed, “ and if this is an indication of the legendary wisdom of the Ravenclaw house, then I think that perhaps the legends are false. ” 
 
 “ Jet planes! ” Jeremy said, “ For transporting men and equipment across the world! ” 
 
 “ This is why we have apparition, you fool! ” Voldemort spat. 
 
 “ Nuclear weapons! ” Jeremy was desperate now, “ Your fiendfyre might be able to kill dozens at once, but nuclear technology can kill tens, hundreds of thousands. Perhaps even millions! ” 
 
 “ *Avada Kedavra* ” 
 
 This time, it was not said for the sake of discussion. The lifeless body of Jeremy Mortimer fell to the ground, and Voldemort wordlessly directed Nagini to its next meal. The other Death Eaters would not even need to be told to see this as a warning against getting too close to muggles. Word would spread without him doing anything further to make it happen. 
 
 As the Dark Lord turned to move his attention back to the battle to conquer magical Britain, he had one final thought about the conversation that had just occurred. 
 
 “ A muggle weapon that can kill hundreds of thousands, ” he snickered, “ these muggle-lovers might have better luck convincing people if their lies weren ’ t so preposterous… ”
