Voldemort vs Crazy Frog
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Crazy Frog if I did I would take the master tapes and burn them dancing over the ashes.
Authors Note
I know some people like the ring tone and even the songs. I do not. If you can give me a reason to like them I would be glad to hear your argument.And most probably continue to hate it. If you have not heard Crazy Frog, don't worry sooner or later, you lucky bugger, you will.
crazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdiecrazyfrogmustdie
Harry had arrived at the Headmasters office apprehensive of what he was about to say. His plan was dangerous and death defying but he had to attempt it. "Sir I really think I can do this my link with Voldemort can be controlled and I can use to against him. All I need is the opportunity" Dumbledore looked at the boy in unmasked horror
"Your plan is sheer folly. It could end not only Voldemort's life but your own as well, my dear boy." Harry frowned and looked down at the floor.
"It's a chance I'm willing to take." Dumbledore could see the determination in Harry's eyes. "All right. If you think you are willing. But may the Gods have mercy on your soul.
A week later Voldemort's secret Evil Tree House Fortress. . . .
"The voices the voices." Lucius Malfoy stared in horror at the pitiful wretch that had once been the Dark Lord.
Huddled in a corner of his throne room he was clutching his ears in pain and crying tears of blood. "I can't take it anymore.' Voldemort returned to banging his head against the hard stone wall in a strange hypnotic rhythm. Stuffing his fingers deeper into his ears the babbling Dark Lord began to scream whilst he continued to slam his head against the wall. Lucius just watched his Lord in stunned silence as in a misplaced attempt to stop the voices only he could hear Voldemort began to squezze his head between his hands tighter and tighter. The Dark Lords face getting redder and redder until before his minions could reach him he squished his own head like a pimple.
Back at Hogwarts . . . .
Harry was sitting on his bed, tiny bud headphones stuck in his ears when he felt the death of Voldemort. With a scream of delight he wrenched the music player away from him and raced from the room singing. "Ding, Ding the witch is dead." Then repeating the phrase "Silence Blessed Silence." Through the halls he ran screaming to all his joy. Until a student stopped him and asked why he was so happy. "I had to listen to that bloody song for 12 freaking days, now I never have to listen to it again." Harry went to continue his mad rush through the halls then stopped. "Oh, and Voldemort is dead." Back in his bedroom a quiet song found in the very depths of hell could be heard from the headphones resting on his bed. 'Ba da Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing . . . . .'
Authors Note
Inspired by a comeptition held by a local radio station where for 5000 dollars competitors would listen to Crazy Frog nonstop for a week. Non stop meant just that. At all times of the day they had the head phones on. It just confirmed by belief that people will do any thing for money.