[ EU ] Voldemort stood surrounded by his death eater guards , but all he could do was stare at the odd muggle that had broken in . `` Who are you ? '' Voldemort shouts . He replies , `` The name is Bond , James Bond . ''

Viscous fog made slowly down a forgotten graveyard hill. It congealed behind the sparse ruins of tombs and markers, condensing momentarily and releasing in swirling tumbles and eddies that broke over those final memoirs of people long past. In death itself that fog huddled, scheming at the hem of the robes of death. 
 Voldemort, environed by his evil servants, watched as a tomb erupted in shattered stone. 
 
 `` The names is Bond, James Bond.'' A tattered suit abruptly stood before the tomb, 
 the face of a man aroused by a lone woman that now sauntered before her dark lord. 
 
 `` Oh he's handsome!... A handsome man! Did the muggles send you? A suited fool on a hasty errand? Hahahahhahaa! HAAAA hahaha haaaaa!'' Bellatrix cackled into the night, her audacious mirth spreading to the others, yet only once Voldemort himself smiled. 
 
 `` He's using you. Step aside and help me end this, there is no better way for you.'' Bond spoke as his pupils dilated to the size of the full moon that watched above. 
 
 Voldemort, disgusted, said `` Bella, get yourself behind me, this muggle is brave... he deserves an... honored death.'' Voldemort started forward, past Bella, when suddenly she screamed, `` Avada Kedavra!'' and shot a malicious green light towards Voldemort's retreating back. He arched forward on impact, screaming in a high pitched keen that whaled at unavenged errs and wrongs. 
 
 Voldemorts servants whipped their wands at Bond, when another tomb shattered open and Django screamed, `` Bromhilde do n't like no goddamn witches!'' Gun fire spattered like a turret, and every servant died except one. 
 After frolicking on top of a skeleton with Bellatrix, Bond promptly abandoned her in the graveyard, forever to be cursed by both Voldemorts servants and the Ministry itself. 

