Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the West Side Story. The songs quoted are "I feel pretty" and "America" from the West Side Story. ...Also, "Time to say Goodbye" by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman (which, unfortunately, I also do not own).

Warning: ridiculous character death

A/N: There was a time when I read a lot of fics that involved Harry being captured by the Death Eaters. Listening to a musical compilation while reading, it turns out, really screwed with my head...

Pretty Good

by Dime

"I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright...!"

Voldemort watched with uncomprehending eyes as Harry Potter stopped begging and sobbing and suddenly stood up from the floor - which his wounds should have made impossible, let alone the detached impassivity he had displayed for some time now.

But Potter, in his torn and blood crusted pyjamas, came to his feet in one flowing motion. He took one hesitating step to his left, swayed his hips, took another step; lifted the hem of his destroyed nightshirt as though it were a girly dress; and then he began dancing.

"I feel pretty..."

Voldemort and twelve of his most trusted Death Eaters watched in baffled silence as the formerly mostly-dead Boy-Who-Lived whirled and pranced through the Dark Lord's conference hall like he had not a care in the world, singing and dancing to an exceedingly odd muggle song.

Suddenly, the tune changed. Voldemort blinked. Potter now looked not even half as mad as he had a minute ago.

"I like to be in America", the boy sang, and there was a note of newly awakened determination to his song. Then, with a 'crack' that would echo through the hall for a long time to come, he vanished.

Voldemort, however, suddenly remembered an old muggle song he had heard while he still lived in the orphanage. "Time tooooo say gooooood-byyeee..."

Totally pissed with the workings of his weird brain, the Dark Lord proceeded to repeatedly bash his head against the wall until his lifeless body sank to the floor, finally silent for good.