Hello! So basically I spent the whole of today and yesterday and the day before that watching the Harry Potter Friday Parody on Youtube. If you haven't seen it, go watch it now. It's hilarious! I like know it off by heart…that's sad, I know…. This fic is about the one bit that never fails to make me laugh. Warning: It's OOC and AU. I think I threw a bit of Big Time rush in there too…ah well.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or the parody this was inspired by

"Harry, I've got a bad feeling about this…" said Hermione nervously as Harry confidently strutted into the hottest hangout in Hogmeade, Friday 99, a 24-hour disco lounge.

"Relax, Hermione," sighed Harry as he adjusted his black leather hoodie, "I got swagger!"

"Hermione," whispered Ron worriedly, "I think someone spiked his pumpkin juice this morning-OH MY GOD!"

Ron and Hermione gasped. For sitting (well, lounging would be a more appropriate word) right in front of them on a black leather sofa was none other than You-Know-Who a.k.a. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named a.k.a. Voldemort a.k.a. Tom Marvolo Riddle a.k.a. The Dark Lord a.k.a-

"Voldie!" shouted Harry rushing towards the darkest wizard of all time like he was one of his best mates. They initiated a secret handshake which only made Ron and Hermione's jaws drop further, if that was even possible.

"Yo, Voldie, mate," said Harry, collapsing on the couch beside him and taking a swig from a bottle of firewhiskey, "How ya been, bro?"

"I totally dig this new nightclub!" drawled 'Voldie' over the Weird Sisters music screeching through the speakers, "Best place to chillax and practice ma Parseltongue rappin'!"

"Yo, Ron, Hermione!" said Harry, beckoning them over, "You have got to see ma Voldie's rappin'! Let's show 'em, Mort!" They whipped out their wands and Ron and Hermione, for once, felt relieved that the two mortal enemies were going to start killing each other like normal. I mean, nothing could be worse than Harry and 'Mort', lounging in a disco nightclub and talking things over bottles of firewhiskey. But when the lights started flashing a rainbow colours, they both knew it could only get worse.

"Time for some Parseltongue!" declared Harry and he and Voldie jumped back on the couch put their arms around one another and started rapping. In Parseltongue.

"Hyssss sssskaaaa hysssaaa!" started Harry, waving his hand around in that typical gangster way.

"Hyassss ssss rssa krsssa ssssaaa!" continued Voldie, long nailed fingers copying Harry's hand gestures perfectly.

"Hyassss yarsaasss karrsssssa hossssu krsssa!" they finished in unison, before restarting their song all over again. Oh, the agony.

"Hermione," whimpered Ron who was sounding very scared, "pinch me now. Avada me or Crucio me, ANYTHING! I'm desperate! Just wake me up!"

"Sorry, Ron," said Hermione sympathetically, staring at the scene in pure horror, "I tried already. You're not dreaming."

"You're right. I'm not dreaming because I'm having a nightmare."

Lol! Did you like it? I apologize for Harry and Voldie's talking. I don't speak like that and I've never heard anyone speak like that so I was just guessing. Review please!

Love, CharmedAnodite