Revisiting the TFF Random Time-Loop Insanity threads, I found this gem...
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
Quote:"Get up! I said get up you lazy oafs!" Bellatrix Black Lestrange screeched as she kicked her cousin Sirius Black as hard as she could in the ass, mostly because it was impossible to reach his balls in the position he had passed out in on the floor of the hotel suite. Fortunately, the unregistered dog animagus was still too inebriated from last night's celebrations to do more than grumble and mutter 'five more minutes, Mum.'--
The witch sneered in frustration at the general lack of response from her idiot relative. It had taken her weeks to track him and his current cohorts down to this room in Las Vegas. How they had managed to escape magical detection for so long still boggled her mind. Especially after seeing the state they three were in.
"Someone turn off the alarm. It's too loud," Harry potter groaned from the bed as he pulled the covers over his head to try to drown out the noise.
"Who the fuck let 'Tuney in here?" Severus Snape mumbled drunkenly from the couch as he reached for something heavy to toss at what he had mistaken for Lily's annoying older sister in his haze.
Bella didn't even bother to look at Snape as she sidestepped the ashtray that would have hit her in the back of the head and snapped, "What do you bastards think you're doing? Do you have any idea how stuffed up everything is at home? The Dark Lord is missing, the Order has been going spare attacking us for "kidnapping" you three and Lucius has been whining non-stop about not being invited to your little exercise in debauchery!"
"Not our fault the idiot went and got married so young," Sirius muttered. "No way 'm messin' with Cissy frettin' over his arse."
That bit of conversation was enough to make Harry look up blearily from the bed and realize that the appearance of Tom's right-hand woman was not a drunken hallucination. All he could really think about that, though, was "Tom's missing? Did you check the tub? He might have gone to puke."
"Nah, I thin' we leftum at the titty bar," Sirius slurred.
"What are you two dunderheads rambling about? Oh, when did you get here Bella? I don't recall ordering a raging bitch from room service. At least not one that's fully clothed," Snape commented as he felt the first stages of a major hangover setting in as he sat up.
Bellatrix looked ready to kill all three of the wizards in the room with her bare hands as she growled, "Do you mean to tell me you three went off gallivanting with the Dark Lord for three weeks, stalling the entire war effort, only to LOSE him at a MUGGLE STRIP CLUB?!"
"Course not!" Sirius protested, still unwilling to get up or open his eyes.
"It was a demonic strip club a friend of ours named Xander introduced us to a few loops ago. Tom would freak out muggle women with the whole snake-faced thing, but the Naga women go nuts for him," Harry elaborated with a dopey smile.
It was only the fact that Bellatrix needed the three drunkards around her alive to find the Dark Lord that help her from offing the lot of them with the killing curse then and there. She swore, when she got the four of them home there would be hell to pay for this.
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.