Note: I don't own Harry Potter nor the song "in the dark of the night" from the cartoon Anastasia. I changed it a bit though.
In the Dark of the Night ~*a songfic*~
*In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning *
Stirred abruptly from his deathly slumber, Voldemort picks up the thin voice of Peter Pettigrew, singing a song in the kitchen.
"Infernal moron… Good help is extremely hard to find these days."
*And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be *
"So true! Hrmm, maybe he's not such an imbecile after all. Maybe he's a dimwit and he tried that horrible contraption in the living room—the dream box—what what? Absolutely preposterous, the things the old coots at the Academy for Muggle Lifestyles Inc. come up with!"
*It scared me out of my wits, a corpse falling to bits *
"Wait, that's a wee bit too personal…"
* Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me *
Clambering out of his chair, Voldemort hissed slowly and spitefully to Nagini, indicating that he was to be taken to the kitchen.
* I was once the most feared man in the world
When Dumbledore challenged me, he made a mistake *
Stopping dead in his tracks, Voldemort decided to see how the song ends before he was to kill that sorry little excuse for an evil sidekick.
"Wormtail makes me feel like Dick Dastardly, a muck-up and a sorry excuse for a villain… But unlike Mutley, he's useless. Peter doesn't have a helicopter tail" Voldemort grumbled.
Voldemort took a double-take and muttered to himself
"I'm losing my marbles!"
*My curses made each of them pay, but one little boy got away
Little Harry beware! The Dark Lord awaits! *
Clapping his hands excitedly, Voldemort did a little jig in place. Resisting Nagini's constant efforts to pull him to the kitchen, Voldemort stood behind the bookcase, listening intently.
* In the dark of the night, Evil will find him
In the dark of the night, just before dawn *
"Revenge will be sweet!" The Dark Lord plotted, a rapt look disfiguring his features.
*Revenge will be sweet when the curse is complete
In the dark of the night he'll be gone! *
Bursting from his hiding place, Voldemort cried,
"Wormtail, finish that song or I'll fry you, I will. You can bloody well count on that!"
Startled by his Master's sudden lack of lethargic weakness, Peter felt unsure—that is until Voldemort took a step forward, all the while hissing excitedly to Nagini. Starting uneasily Peter sang:
* I can feel that my powers are slowly returning
Tie my sash and a dash of cologne for that smell
Voldemort sputtered indignantly but stayed his wand
As the pieces fall into place, I'll see him crawl into place
Dasvidanya Harry my pet, Farewell!
In the Dark of the Night, terror will strike him
In the Dark of the Night, evil will brew
Soon he will feel that his nightmares are real
In the dark of the Night, he'll be through
My dear, here's a sign, it's the end of the line
in the dark of the night, in the dark of the night
Excited by the song, Voldemort, throwing off all pretense of being a stuffy old villain and danced ecstatically around the room. Patting Peter's bald head Voldemort smiled amiably and egged Peter on to continue.
Come my minions, rise for your master
let your evil shine—kill him now
my reigns approaches faster
in the dark of the night—he'll be mine! *
At the end of the song, Voldemort hitched his robes up and gave a high kick.
"Whew!" He sighed, collapsed into a chair. "Who on Earth thought you could come up with such an entertaining ditty! My good man, come sit here by me and tell me all about it." Voldemort coaxed, rather out of breath from his earlier exertion.
Nervously, Peter approached the winged armchair and trembled.
* * *