Voldemort Lost His Hairbrush
Disclaimer: I don't own Voldemort or the death eaters, I also don't own the hairbrush song, that belongs to Veggie Tale.
This is my first story on fanfiction, hope you enjoy!
Our curtain opens as Voldemort, having just finished his morning
bath, is searching for his hairbrush. Having no success, Voldemort cries out...
"Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where is my hairbrush? Oh, where,
oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh,
where oh, where... is my hairbrush?"
Having heard his cry, Severus Snape enters the scene. Shocked and
slightly embarrassed at the sight of Voldemort in a towel, Snape regains his
composure and reports...
"I think I saw a hairbrush back there!"
"Back there is my hairbrush. Back there is my hairbrush. Back
there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where, oh, where, back
there, back there, back there... is my hairbrush?"
Having heard his joyous proclamation, Lucius Malfoy enters
the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Voldemort in a
towel, Lucius regains his composure and comments...
"Why do you need a hairbrush? You don't have any hair!"
Voldemort is taken aback. The thought had never occurred to him.
No hair? What would this mean? What will become of him? What will become
of his hairbrush? Voldemort wonders...
"No hair for my hairbrush. No hair for my hairbrush. No hair, no
hair, no where, no hair, no hair, no hair, no where back there, no hair... for my hairbrush."
Having heard his wondering, Peter Pettigrew enters the scene.
Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Voldemort in a towel, Peter
regains his composure and confesses...
"Voldemort, that old hairbrush of yours... Well, you never use it, you
don't really need it. So, well, I'm sorry... I didn't know. But I gave
it to Bellatrix - 'cause she's got hair!"
Feeling a deep sense of loss, Voldemort stumbles back and laments...
"Not fair! Oh, my hairbrush. Not fair! My poor hairbrush. Not
fair, not fair, no hair, not fair, no where, no hair, not fair, not
fair, not fair! My little hairbrush!"
Having heard his lament, Bellatrix Lestrange enters the scene. Herself
in a towel, both Voldemort and Bellatrix are shocked and slightly
embarrassed at the sight of each other. But recognising Voldemort's
generosity, Bellatrix is thankful...
"Thanks for the hairbrush."
Yes, good has been done here. Bellatrix exits the scene.
Voldemort smiles, but, still feeling an emotional attachment for the
hairbrush, calls out...
"Take care of my hairbrush. Take care, oh my hairbrush. Take
care, take care, don't dare not care. Take care. Nice hair. No fair.
Take care, take care... of my hairbrush."
The end!
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