A/n: This little one-shot is based on an extremely crazy fan fiction that a friend and I wrote when we were eleven; it was called chat show and appeared on dark mark. So in tribute to the time we spent on it and the death of our friendship here is...a rewrite of a small excerpt.
Nightmares
Harry was sleeping as he was prone to do at night. Lately he had been experiencing strange dreams, or visions that took him into the world of Voldermort. Often he would see death eater meetings and the horrors would make him nauseas for weeks. To prevent this he had tried to keep himself awake for as long as possible, but tonight he had been unable to stave off sleep any longer. His eyelids had grown heavier and heavier, causing the teenaged wizard to begin pinching his arm viciously in order to keep himself awake. Little was he to know that the horror of tonight's dream would surpass anything that Voldermort had shown him thus far.
He was aware that the landscape around him, a bleak moorland stretching from horizon tohorizon with thick fog. A relative peasouper. One of the many locations that Voldermort chose in which to meet with his followers. Here it would be very unlikely that they would be discovered. Anyone that stumbled upon them could be dealt with. This Harry was sure would happen, as he had experienced it before. Out of the darkness figures began to appear. Death eaters apparating in to meet with their lord and master. But something was very off Harry realised as they drew nearer and nearer. Though the fog he could see that they were not wearing their customary Black Death eater robes, nor their silver face masks. Before him stood thirty bloodthirsty men and women wearing fuchsia pink robes and glittering masks. This was certainly weird. Harry contemplated for a moment whether his Aunt and Uncle had fed him anything that was severely out of date or whether he had partaken of cheeses before going to bed.
Suddenly the whole situation took a turn for the worst as Voldermort himself stepped out of the fog, wearing a pink leotard, high heels and fishnet tights. Harry blinked rapidly, whilst gasping in shock this was at the very least going to cause some serious psychological damage. Once the dark lord stepped into the circle of death eaters they began to sing.
"Ah ah ah ah" Voldermort replying.
"Staying alive" Whilst carrying out some funky disco moves.
Harry awoke screaming.
A/n: I hope that hasn't scarred you too much: P
...raven...