Disclaimer: Ya see, I own absolutely squat. That's why it's called a
FANfic. The only thing I lay claims to is my lucky handy-dandy sweater; you
can sue me for it, but I doubt you'll win. Anyway. . .
Authors' Note: This fic was created by EzraJade and Amy Potter 13 and was completely devised by our warped, twisted minds, so if it resembles your fic at all, we apologize for amazing coincidences. Please read and reply: do you think should we make any more?
...........
Harry groggily opened his eyes. For a second, he couldn't distinguish any difference between having his eyes shut or open. Then he was aware of a shadowy figure in the gloom.
"So, finally awake Harry?" A chilling voice inquired. Harry's scar started to burn and Harry felt a wave of nausea. "We meet yet again young Harry," Voldemort said.
"Yeah," Harry muttered, "For the fifth time." He attempted to pull apart his hands and feet and found them tied fast.
Voldemort didn't seem to hear Harry's comment "This time, there's no one to come and rescue you," he continued in an evil tone. "You're awfully quiet tonight Harry. Isn't there anything you'd like to say?"
"Bite. Me." Harry hissed.
Voldemort laughed "Well, someone's not very happy tonight! But tonight I've devised a new torture for your enjoyment!"
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and waited for some kind of impact. Instead, he heard some soft slow music. It built up slowly, but it was very similar to the muggle song YMCA. Harry opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. To his utter amazement and bafflement, Voldemort started to sing.
.
You thought
You could escape my wrath
That you
Could stray from my path
Albus
Couldn't keep you from me
Anything
You do I see
And now
You. Can't. Run.
.
Harry watched in amazement as Voldemort pulled a microphone out of mid- air. The music was quicker and catchier now.
.
You know I'm sayin' that
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
You can't escape
No, you can't get away
and I'm live-ing high
.
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly as Voldemort paused to strip off robe to reveal a one-piece, sky-blue polyester suit.
.
Harry-
You thought you were strong
But I
Knew you were wrong
Now I
Will prove it to you
And these games will be through So now
Just. Sit. Tight.
.
You know I'm saying
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
You can't escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high
.
Death
Is inevitable
Yours
Is inescapable
Why?
'Cause I'm really bad
Dumbledore
Will be sad
How
Sweet. Is. Success.
.
You know I'm sayin'
I'm gonna kill you,
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
You can't escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high
.
The music changed into a disco theme and Harry shielded his eyes as flashing rainbow lights spun around the walls. To his complete bemusement, Voldemort dropped to the ground and began to spin on his head. He continued to break dance for several minutes with amazing agility before he leapt up, covered in sweat and broke into song again.
.
Revenge
Will be mine
Never
Has a day been so fine
At last
My waits at an end
To my
Will you will bend
And I've
Waited. So. Long.
.
You know I'm sayin'
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
There's no escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high.
.
You know I'm sayin'
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
There's no escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high.
.
Sing it with me guys!
I'm gonna kill you
Can I hear the girls?
I'm gonna kill you
One more time!
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you. . .
.
With a triumphant final drum slam, the music ended. "Thank you, thank you very much!" Voldemort cried aloud. He turned on the spot, his arms raised like a champion. He turned to Harry "Sorry, I get a little carried away. . ." The words died on his lips.
Harry was gone. All that was left was a bundle of ropes and two pairs of dusty footprints that led out the door.
Voldemort was silent for a second before he burst out in anger "Every time!" he yelled "Every dang time!" He threw the mic onto the floor and began jumping on it. Then he angrily strode out of the room and slammed the door.
. . . . . . . . . . .
I hope you enjoyed my little story. I really have to thank Amy Potter and Elf for my inspiration. I think that it's enlightening to look at the bad guys in our lives in a hilarious circumstances. Please reply if you like this song and tell me if you like it. Well, here's to dancing Elves and SPAM. Buh-Bye!
~Ezra~
Authors' Note: This fic was created by EzraJade and Amy Potter 13 and was completely devised by our warped, twisted minds, so if it resembles your fic at all, we apologize for amazing coincidences. Please read and reply: do you think should we make any more?
...........
Harry groggily opened his eyes. For a second, he couldn't distinguish any difference between having his eyes shut or open. Then he was aware of a shadowy figure in the gloom.
"So, finally awake Harry?" A chilling voice inquired. Harry's scar started to burn and Harry felt a wave of nausea. "We meet yet again young Harry," Voldemort said.
"Yeah," Harry muttered, "For the fifth time." He attempted to pull apart his hands and feet and found them tied fast.
Voldemort didn't seem to hear Harry's comment "This time, there's no one to come and rescue you," he continued in an evil tone. "You're awfully quiet tonight Harry. Isn't there anything you'd like to say?"
"Bite. Me." Harry hissed.
Voldemort laughed "Well, someone's not very happy tonight! But tonight I've devised a new torture for your enjoyment!"
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and waited for some kind of impact. Instead, he heard some soft slow music. It built up slowly, but it was very similar to the muggle song YMCA. Harry opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. To his utter amazement and bafflement, Voldemort started to sing.
.
You thought
You could escape my wrath
That you
Could stray from my path
Albus
Couldn't keep you from me
Anything
You do I see
And now
You. Can't. Run.
.
Harry watched in amazement as Voldemort pulled a microphone out of mid- air. The music was quicker and catchier now.
.
You know I'm sayin' that
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
You can't escape
No, you can't get away
and I'm live-ing high
.
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly as Voldemort paused to strip off robe to reveal a one-piece, sky-blue polyester suit.
.
Harry-
You thought you were strong
But I
Knew you were wrong
Now I
Will prove it to you
And these games will be through So now
Just. Sit. Tight.
.
You know I'm saying
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
You can't escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high
.
Death
Is inevitable
Yours
Is inescapable
Why?
'Cause I'm really bad
Dumbledore
Will be sad
How
Sweet. Is. Success.
.
You know I'm sayin'
I'm gonna kill you,
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
You can't escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high
.
The music changed into a disco theme and Harry shielded his eyes as flashing rainbow lights spun around the walls. To his complete bemusement, Voldemort dropped to the ground and began to spin on his head. He continued to break dance for several minutes with amazing agility before he leapt up, covered in sweat and broke into song again.
.
Revenge
Will be mine
Never
Has a day been so fine
At last
My waits at an end
To my
Will you will bend
And I've
Waited. So. Long.
.
You know I'm sayin'
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
There's no escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high.
.
You know I'm sayin'
I'm gonna kill you
You always knew that
I'm gonna kill you
There's no escape
No, you can't get away
And I'm live-ing high.
.
Sing it with me guys!
I'm gonna kill you
Can I hear the girls?
I'm gonna kill you
One more time!
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna kill you. . .
.
With a triumphant final drum slam, the music ended. "Thank you, thank you very much!" Voldemort cried aloud. He turned on the spot, his arms raised like a champion. He turned to Harry "Sorry, I get a little carried away. . ." The words died on his lips.
Harry was gone. All that was left was a bundle of ropes and two pairs of dusty footprints that led out the door.
Voldemort was silent for a second before he burst out in anger "Every time!" he yelled "Every dang time!" He threw the mic onto the floor and began jumping on it. Then he angrily strode out of the room and slammed the door.
. . . . . . . . . . .
I hope you enjoyed my little story. I really have to thank Amy Potter and Elf for my inspiration. I think that it's enlightening to look at the bad guys in our lives in a hilarious circumstances. Please reply if you like this song and tell me if you like it. Well, here's to dancing Elves and SPAM. Buh-Bye!
~Ezra~