Hi there! I definitely should be doing Dark Friends right now but I just had this idea and I HAD to write this! Hope you enjoy! And sorry for the poor quality.
He was one of the most powerful wizards the world had ever seen. His very name struck fear on the heart of all that heard it. He had countless loyal followers, almost all from powerful families- all would follow his every command with no hesitation.
He was the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Yet despite all of the horrors he brought onto others, all the pain and terror, he was not all powerful. A weakness of sorts. It was his most sacred secret, one that would be revealed to no one. Ever.
This secret you ask?
The Dark Lord loved disco.
He had come upon once on one of the first attacks he ever staged on a mudblood Francesca Pinns. Back then he had only himself and two others to help him (he ended up killing them later on).
Walking up to the muggle home, the Dark Lord was confident and quite excited for his first attack, the first of many. He could see it now- the entire Wizardry world in a panic wondering who was responsible. And then he would rise to power. It was perfect.
The plan was going so well. They had broken into the home and had begun creeping upstairs when they heard a noise. Music of some sort. Upon further listening, the Dark Lord could hear a constant beat and rhythm that made him want to tap his feet.
Quickly dismissing this, the group quickly went on with their plan and killed off the whole family. The music had been playing in Francesca's room, where they found she had been doing a strange, yet quite compelling dance moves. This intrigued the Dark Lord. And wanted to know more.
Before long, the Dark Lord had gathered up a good amount of information of this mysterious music, these new and intriguing dance moves. He learned it was called Disco, one of the latest muggle trends.
The Dark Lord could not believe that HE had been pulled in to a muggle craze. Those muggles who were so inferior and disgusting! But he found he could not stay away. The music called to him and he could only listen.
So here he was now, years later, in the house of Janissons who had just been killed off by his Death Eaters. The husband, Greg, had been stupid enough to marry a muggle and it was the Dark Lord's wish for them to be destroyed to show just what would happen to those witches and wizards that followed suit.
He had sent his Death Eaters away, stating that he wished to be alone for the time being ensuring no one escaped. He knew there was no one left, but he wanted something.
The Dark Lord walked through the destroyed living room in his black cloak and mask to the record player, next to which was a box of records organized alphabetically. He scoured through the collection quickly before finally finding it.
Putting the record on the muggle device and starting the music, the Dark Lord stood there amongst the broken furniture and television, waiting with his eyes closed.
Then it came to him. Red eyes snapping open, he started shaking his shoulders and then his hips. He could feel the disco envelop him! No longer was the Dark Lord, the most feared wizard in the world. No.
He was now the King of Disco.
And it was his eternal secret, his love for the dance moves and shiny disco outfits he always wore under his cloak.
lol You go Dark Lord! Well, that was my little oneshot. Hope you liked it! AndI promise a Dark Friend update soon. I don't have any big tests for awhile. :)