Ok, here we go. This one is a really stupid songfic. Voldemort POV. And his thoughts toward Harry. Mwahahaha.

Disclaimers: ha. Characters, of course, belong to J.K. Rowling. The song, "Beast", belongs to the wonderful minds of the Pinoy Band called Wolfgang. Brilliant, I tell you. Everything else, is MINE. Ha.

It's a Voldemort POV, and a really stupid plot too. I know someone who liked it, so, I hope the rest of you will too. thanks.

And to the beast I love you!

Lord Voldemort sat in his chambers, contemplating, thinking, scheming. It's what he always did at this time of day. Well, then it's the only blasted thing he ever did, besides a murder every now and then. It was essential. It kept his brain up to date, and his sanity on the brink, as always. He knew he was going insane, he liked being there in the edge, it gave him a certain sense of unpredictability that was usually to his advantage. Usually. But lately, he had not been so lucky. Wretch. Cunning, bloody fox. Blasted prick. Adversary. Goddamn bastard. Son of a worthless arse. Only thing was going through his mind as he was muttering these curses. Potter.

And to the Beast I'll have you! Though sometimes you tear me apart…

In his mind's eye, he saw that Potter boy, that wretched brat who was able to elude him not only once, but four times. He will have Potter. No matter how much trouble he needed to go through. He will have Potter.

And to the Beast I'll need you! to keep the beating in my heart.

Potter didn't realize how important he was to Voldemort. Without Potter in His control, who knows where his plans would lead. All of them would be ruined. Yes. It was imperative that Potter be taken into custody.

And to the Beast, you know I want you! The lust I need to keep my spirits high!

Yes. Voldemort needed Potter. Truly important. Potter was a keystone in his plan. Of course, all of His plans are either the capture of Potter or world domination. Either way. Potter was more important than most people realize.

And to the Beast, lord, I'll kiss you! To give me dreams so late at night!

God, Voldemort needed Potter. With potter under his control, he would have no more worries, no more pain. He would have all the power he needed.

You can't run, you can't hide… from what'll find you alone in the night! You can't escape, though you may try, from the Beast inside.

Voldemort tried to hide his, what's the word… aggravation. His depression. He distracted himself by plotting, scheming, bossing around his minions. Stuff like that. But there was still that gnawing feeling. This sucks.

Yes, it's true he comes undignified
but to my aid he has yet to deny

Yes, Potter did have a way of letting himself sink to the bottom of the pride pool, especially when lives of people he called "friends" were around. Note to self: look up "friends" in dictionary. Voldemort thought. It wouldn't do to not know the language of the adversary. So much more when he knew that Potter would soon be his. After all, when has Potter openly said that he was against Voldemort? Of course, he never said he was for Voldemort either. But here's to hoping Voldemort whispered to himself as he gingerly took a sip of his wine. Gah. Muggle wine. Hmm. Not that bad, actually. Note to self: acquire more from Lucius Malfoy later on. Voldemort couldn't believe himself. Here he was, thinking about wine when he should be scheming on the dominion over Potter.


his power brings glory but often drags shame
and if ever needed he'll show no restraint

Funny how Potter always is the center of attention. Voldemort's… mishap on not being able to kill the young Potter had been the boy's ticket to fame. Or infamy, now that one thought about it. Haha! Potter had Voldemort to blame for all his fame and infamy! To kill someone, now that's standard. But to make someone's life miserable, well. That's why I'm in this business. But Voldemort had no doubt; Potter was a force to be reckoned with. As he said before, Potter had a certain weakness for his "friends", but whether Voldemort liked it or not, it they were also Potter's strengths. When faced with the vision with his friends in danger, Potter would lose all sense of well-being and would rather waste his life trying to save them. But on the other hand Potter could also be a vicious killer and a formidable adversary at the same time. This made his friends the perfect ransom. If handled carefully, that is. Such a delicate ransom. Handled the wrong way, and Potter could go berserk. Not to worry. Voldemort was an expert at handling things. Waitaminit. That sounded wrong Voldemort thought as he picked up the dictionary. Oh well. Ooh! He had found "friend"!

Friend (n)
Pronunciation: 'frend
Etymology: Middle English frend, from Old English frEond; akin to Old High German friunt friend, Old English frEon to love, frEo free
Date: before 12th century
1: one attached to another by affection or esteem
2 a :one that is not hostile b : one that is of the same nation, party, or group
3 : one that favors or promotes something (as a charity)
4 : a favored companion

Oh, Voldemort thought, rather surprised, I guess that I have friends after all.

Nah.


surely alone in dark corners it cries

Potter was nothing but a wallowing ball of disgusting self-pity. A very powerful, less-than-talented, and crafty ball of self-pity, true, but a ball of self-pity nonetheless. Oh, yes, Voldemort will have his way. Potter will be his. Make no mistake.


succumbing to the human inside

For, after all, Voldemort still was human. Was. Hehehehe. I made a funny. Hehe, he. Aw, never mind. But Potter was all too human. He knew better about humans than Voldemort ever could. In terms of way-of-thinking, that is. After all, Voldemort did know how to kill them off better than anyone else, now, right?


for as every man has a monster to beware

Unfortunately, Potter is Voldemort's monster. To tell the truth, Voldemort was afraid of Potter. Think of it, Voldemort reasoned out to himself, not even I could stand up to a Killing Curse like that. All the more reason for him to turn Potter to His side.


so must a beast have something to bare

Voldemort wondered what dirty little secret Potter had to hide, he could use such information for blackmail. It could come in handy, if all else fails…


And to the monster I introduce the man
Though not as great the first still
somewhat as grand

So this is the famous Potter. I sort of fancied that he would be much more, how do you say, powerful. Amazing how he runs instead of fighting. You would think that his victory over me would have led to his arrogance. Humble is the word, I think. Yes, humble it is. How handy pocket dictionaries are. Well, off to work of dominating Potter. He just had to do something about Potter's friends. Kill them, most likely. But they could have… other uses later on.


It's dignity we can never understand
For without the beast there is no man

No, Voldemort could never understand himself. Nor why he needed Potter so much, but he did. How could he not? Voldemort loved him. He must have him. And he hated it.