Harry Potter and The Power He Knows Not

AN: I don't own Harry Potter. I might write more chapters if I'm bored.


"Tonight you die, Harry Potter," Voldemort announced and smiled gleefully. They were on the graveyard, just minutes after Cedric's unfortunate death.

"No," Harry replied and Voldemort looked confused for a second.

"No?" he asked dumbly.

"No." Harry smiled. "Tonight, I dance."

At that moment, Harry jumped onto one of the graves and started break-dancing. As he was spinning on his head, singing "Billie Jean" in a cracking voice, Voldemort threw his own wand aside.

"I can't take this anymore!" he yelled. "I won't be humiliated in this matter!"

Voldemort tried to handstand on the wet grass, however he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Harry laughed while doing ballet.

Voldemort got up and spat blood on his father's grave.

"Master, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Lucius Malfoy asked, looking concerned.

"The only thing that's hurt is my pride," Voldemort said and glanced at Harry.

The Boy-Who-Lived was currently doing a back-flip over Cedric's body.

Voldemort glared at him and walked back to his Death Eaters.

"We are going to South Korea," he announced.

"South Korea? Why?" one of his followers asked.

"We are going to learn how to dance and sing," Voldemort said and they disapparated to Seoul.

"Shit, I've never seen someone do the zombie dance so well!" Harry screamed while looking at Cedric.

The Boy-Who-Lived moonwalked to the Triwizard Cup and sat on it. The portkey activated and he disappeared.