Even Megalomaniacs Need Some Fun
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Lucius Malfoy hurried along the corridors of the Riddle Manor. He had just come back from a raid and, as the leader of the group on the raid; it was his duty to report all the happenings to his master. He knocked on the door of the ballroom, where Voldemort usually sat. Getting no answer to his knocks, he cautiously opened the door, peeking inside.
No one. The ballroom was empty. That meant that the Dark Lord was in his bedroom-cum-study. Usually, no one was allowed in the bedroom but, as Lucius was the top-ranking Death Eater of the Inner Circle; his master had given him permission to be there.
So, Lucius made his way to the opposite side of the manor, where he originally started from. Another ten minutes and he was standing in front of the Dark Lord's bedroom door. If he was any other Death Eater, he would be shaking in his boots right about now, but seeing as he was not just another Death Eater, and also that Malfoys did not show inappropriate behavior, he gathered up all his courage and knocked on the door.
No answer.
Knocked again. No answer.
Knocked thrice. No answer.
Concluding that the Dark Lord was, in fact not in his room, Lucius turned around and was just about to make his way to the dungeons to see if the megalomaniac (not that he thought that) Dark Lord felt the random need to torture some muggles when he heard some sort of music coming from the Dark Lord's bedroom.
'Music?' he thought, his silver eyes gaining a hint of confusion in them. He took out his wand and quietly peeked open the door (the Dark Lord felt no need for wards seeing as no one foolish enough would attempt to break into his rooms)... only to stop in his tracks, his eyes frozen and his mouth wide enough to catch flies.
In front of him, sitting on the stool in front of his dressing table, was the Dark Lord, singing along to the Wizarding Wireless Network. Singing. With a very high-pitched tune.
A tune that didn't even deserve to be called a tune.
A tune that sounded suspiciously like the tune of the Spiderman theme song.
"Voldemort, Moldy Shorts,
Does whatever a Killer does.
Bright green flash everywhere,
Avada Kedavra is what he says.
Run away, here comes Voldemort!" And that was the song that had Lucius traumatized.
And, as if just noticing that Lucius was there, the Dark Lord snapped his head towards him.
"Luciusss," he hissed lowly, sending chills of fear down Lucius' spine, "What are you doing in my rooms without my permission?" here the Dark Lord's eyes narrowed and… was that itching powder he had put into his eyes? And was that a blush on his face?
"Uhh...ah- um... I apologize, My Lord!" Lucius managed kneel down and stutter out before getting up and making a swift exit out of the manor and apparating. He was, after all, a Slytherin, and right then, his Slytherin instincts told him to run. And run fast.
"Luciussss! I did not order you to depart!"
"A-and- and then -hic- he was- he was- BWAHAHAHAHA! S-S-Spiderman Dark Lord! BWAHAHA -hic- HAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
-The End-