Harry Potter knew he should not have come to this dark, secluded, mist-filled moor. But part of him knew that he really had no choice.

Without making a sound, Lord Voldemort suddenly appeared before him, in all his menacing, lethal creepiness.

"So, Potter! We meet again at last! Too many times have you escaped my vengeance. Now prepare to meet your doom!"

Harry didn't respond. He was too weary of this too oft-repeated scene to be terrified. He also could scarcely believe Voldemort's trite, worn, cheesy monologue. But this gave him an idea.

"Trust your instincts," Dumbledore's portrait had told him. 'All right,' Harry thought, 'I think I know what might work.'

Waving his wand, Harry conjured a karaoke machine, and held a microphone.

"We'll sing in the sunshine,
We'll laugh every day..."

he crooned.

Voldemort looked stunned. "What are you doing?" he screeched.

"Mandy, you're a fine girl..."

"Nooo!" wailed Voldemort, holding his hands over his ears and dropping his wand, "Not seventies pop!"

"Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love in my tummy..."

"Aaaaaaaah!" cried Voldemort, collapsing on the cold ground.

"So let it rain on my windowpane
I got my own rainbow

And we're sitting here shining
Watching Scotty grow..."

"Stop! Have mercy! Stop!" Voldemort pleaded, his bony fists hitting the ground.

"Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it

'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again... Oh, no!"

Voldemort swooned. His breath came in short, labored pants.

"We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun..."

Voldemort stopped breathing, but began to emit a high, buzzing sound.

"I write the songs that make the young girls cry..."

An acidic, red cloud arose out of Voldemort's ears, as his skull crushed itself, and his body rapidly turned to dust, as his robes ignited and turned to ash.

" And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally..."

The red cloud turned dull brown, as a sound like a desperate sigh arose from it; then it dissipated. Voldemort was no more.

Harry bowed. "Thank you! Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen!" he said, in the slickest, oiliest manner possible.

Only the crickets answered.

Harry, wiping the sweat from his brow, vanished the karaoke machine, and breathed deeply. With a ghost of a grin, he recalled something Dumbledore had said, the very first time he had seen him:

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!"

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