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

*Avada Kedavra*! 
 
 
 The young man sighed and stepped aside as the spell moved past him. His dark robes swirled around his feet with the movement. Seriously, he thought, this was starting to seem like a bad idea. 
 
 
 “ YOU DARE DEFY ME? *Avada Kedavra*! WHY WON ’ T YOU DIE? ” 
 
 
 “ Well, my lord, this was one thing I had wanted to mention. It seems like a problem that spells can just be dodged, doesn ’ t it? They only travel about as fast as one could throw a stone, anyway. Give me a chance, and I will show you the great muggle weapons of which I was speaking. ” 
 
 
 Voldemort stood at the other end of the hallway, his face a mask of malice and rage. 
 
 
 “ Think about it, my lord! Doesn ’ t the Potter boy always escape right when you have him in your clutches? How did he get away at the graveyard? Wasn ’ t it by diving around gravestones every time you fired a curse at him? Doesn ’ t that seem…Ineffective? ” 
 
 
 “ YOU DARE TO QUESTION MY MAGICS? I, WHO HAVE TRAVELED FARTHER DOWN THE PATHS OF IMMORTALITY THAN ANY OTHER? I, WHO WILL LIVE FOREVER? *Crucio*! *Crucio*! *Crucio*! ” 
 
 
 The young death eater sidestepped the first spell, ducked under the second, and watched as the third hit a chandelier on the ceiling, sending it crashing down between him and the dark lord. 
 
 
 Voldemort was now doubled over, exhausted by the effort of screaming and firing off curse after unforgivable curse. 
 
 
 “ And my lord, doesn ’ t it seem inefficient to have to scream every time you kill someone? What if you have to kill, like, I don ’ t know, twenty people at a time? With muggle weapons, you can kill without even opening your mouth! You can kill people before they even hear a noise! Doesn ’ t what I ’ m saying sound worth listening to?'' 
 
 
 Voldemort stood up straight, still panting. His lidless eyes stared at the young wizard from out of his nose-less, snake-like face. He spoke again, his voice low and dangerous. 
 
 
 “ I will never listen to the likes of you, worm. I will kill you with my unrivaled magic power and feed your corpse to Nagini! *Avada Kadavra*! *Crucio*! *Imperius*! *Stupify*! *Expeliaramus*! *Bat-boogy hexiaramus*! ” 
 
 
 The young man sighed again, and moved his body flat against the wall. He watched as all of the colorful curses, spells, and hexes flowed past, down the hall. They were pretty at least, he ’ d give them that. He had hoped the dark lord would listen to his advice and change his tactics, but there seemed to be no getting through to him. Time to change plans. 
 
 
 He-who-must-not-be-named was a great leader, charismatic and terrifying to his allies and foes alike. But, he was stuck in his ways, stuck in the past. The wizarding world was stuck in the past. The time had come for change. 
 
 
 These muggles, they were not stupid, nor were they simple. With no magic to aid them in the struggles of their daily lives and wars with each other, they had created powerful and innovative technologies far beyond what the wizarding world had control of. 
 
 
 The wizards had grown fat and lazy with magic to solve every problem in their lives. 
 
 
 The cascade of spells through the hallway had stopped. Voldemort still stood at the other end of the fallen chandelier, again panting as he readied himself for another tirade. The young death eater stepped back into the center of the corridor and faced the dark lord. 
 
 
 “ COME BACK FOR ANOTHER HELPING, HAVE YOU? PREPARE TO DIE. ” 
 
 
 The death eater drew his hand out from under his cloak, revealing a.9 mm, British-made, muggle pistol. 
 
 
 “ A new dark lord is in town, bitches. ” 
 
 
 He pulled the trigger. 

