My Friends

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or Sweeny Todd.

Just a little something I thought of at 2 in the morning.

"These are my friends,

see how they glisten,

see this one shins,

how he smiles in the light,

my friend,

my faithful friend,

speak me to me,

Friend,

Whisper,

I'll listen,

I'll know,

I know you've been locked out of sight all these years,

like me my friend,

well I've come home to find your waiting,

ohh and were together,

and well do wonders,

Won't we,

My friend,

my clever friend,

rest now my friend,

soon I'll unfold you,

soon you'll know splendors,

you've never dreamed in all your years,

my lucky friends,

now you'll shine,

so shining silver friends,

you shall drip,

Rubies,

you'll soon drip precious,

rubies.

At last my arm is complete again!"

Voldemort feared little, in fact, one could say, he feared nothing, until now. In front of the Dark Lord was the bane of his very existence, Harry Potter.

Except Potter was different, like, he had finally cracked to the point of singing songs to the twin daggers in his hands. The daggers were glistening silver, the fire reflecting from the candles appearing as blood. And twin weapons, merely moments before, Potter had seemingly sown his magic into them, glowed and pulsed with an entire spectrum of light. And they called him insane and Dark.

Voldemort was restrained against a gravestone, his slit red eyes darted a glance at the headstone,

Lily Potter nee Evans

April 22 19xx

October 31 1981

Beloved wife, mother, and friend

Naukua De Dash Hedia

The Dark Lord shivered. The last three words, he knew those. The words, freshly added, but ancient in origin, Naukua De Dash Hedia. The sacrifice not forgotten.

"Hello Tom."

The Dark Lord jerked his head up, red met green. The green seemed to smother the red.

"Potter." The Dark Lord sneered. Harry simply giggled, twirling the daggers in his hands.

"You made me bring you back." Harry stated, still giggling.

"We were in your father's graveyard." Voldemort's eyes followed as Harry seemed to float around other gravestones.

"I'm repaying the favor…." He whispered, ceasing all movement. Voldemort tensed. The boy advanced with the Daggers.

And then the Dark Lord was no more.