A/N: Hello! I am honestly so sorry that I haven't updated for a very long time, but I started school again a month ago and it is pretty hard at the moment! Anyway, I hope I'm going to be updating a lot more soon, and thank you all so much for your reviews and everything! It means so much to me! I'm going to start writing now, so…

Listening to Pressure- Paramore

Starts with cheery piano music then Voldemort and Quirrell stumble in drunkenly.

"Ummm, professor Dumbledore? Isn't it against the rules to be drunk?"
"Well, yes of course it is! But of course, there are going to be exceptions to any rule."
"Have you ever got drunk, Professor?" asked Seamus Finnegan in his strong Irish accent.
"Ummm, I shall talk to you about that later if you want to do so Mr Finnegan." Dumbledore calmly replied, his twinkle in his eye ever-present.

Quirrell: I thought walking home drunk was hard before.
Voldemort: We should have realized that with the both of us drinking into the same belly would get us twice as drunk.

"No wonder he wasn't in Ravenclaw! He couldn't even work that out!" Hermione Granger stated.
"Hermione, you're not in Ravenclaw! What does that say about you then?" Ron Weasley replied, smirking at his best friend.
"Oh shut up Ronald!" Hermione replied, blushing slightly at her own stupid comment.

Voldemort: Hey Quirrell, Quirrell, Quirrell, Quirrell, Quirrell, Quirrell, Quirrell!

"Hey Quirrell!" Fred and George Weasley chorused.

Quirrell: I haven't had this much fun... Haven't had this much fun since nearly headless Nick's, Nick's death day party of '91.

"He was there?!" Harry Potter half whispered half questioned Hermione.
"How would I know?! I don't know everything Harry, believe it or not!"

Voldemort: I haven't had this much fun since… uhh.. oh man..I can't remember ever having this much fun!

"Somehow, I don't doubt that!" Molly Weasley almost shouted to the audience in the Great Hall.

Quirrell: * looking confused* You've never had fun ever? Doing anything? Maybe that's why you so evil.

Voldemort: Yeah maybe.

"Yeah possibly. Not too sure really."
"Really, I mean, I thought being evil made you feel amazing.

Quirrell: What is it, Voldemort?
Voldemort: Oh, it's just that I never…I never, ever really ever.. I never really ever, ever really ever, considered having another reason for being so evil. You know, because normally I just uh…I just kill people who try to get me to open up, you know.. oops! But uh, it's, it's kind of nice to just, um… kind of nice to just talk.

Quirrell: Yeah! You know I have to admit I was kind of nervous when you first demanded that you attach yourself to my soul.

"Who wouldn't be slightly nervous? I mean, it's Voldemort asking you to let him attach himself to your soul. It's hardly going to be a very pleasant conversation, is it?" said Harry.
Dumbledore was quiet at this. He knew that Harry had Voldemort attached to his soul, not by his choice of course, but Harry wouldn't know this.

Voldemort: Yeah, I could…. I could sense that it's kind of cool.

Quirrell: It's like having a really close roommate, or even…

Voldemort: Yeah, like a slave, like a, like a death eater

Quirrell: No man! It's like …having a friend

"That must be a new concept to you!" Harry stated, honestly wishing he could have said that to the real Quirrell.

Voldemort: I never had a friend before.

"Wonder why? I mean, I thought killing people made them you like you. Apparently it only makes them dead," said Ginny sarcastically.

Quirrell: Well it looks like you got one now.

"Now that's just wrong!" Hermione cried out.
"Maybe all he needs is a friend! Sometimes friendship can lead to the greatest things of all- love, happiness and courage," said Luna in her usual dreamy way.
"That's not true! Are you saying that a mass murderer who deserves no sympathy deserves to have people liking him?" Hermione argued.
"I didn't say he necessarily deserves people liking him, just that he needs someone to tell him 'no' sometimes." Luna gave Hermione a cold look as she said this, almost daring Hermione to retort. The brunette Gryffindor stayed quiet.

Voldemort: Who would have thought that at the beginning of this year we'd feel like that for each other?

Voldemort: I guess everything is different between us now.

Quirrell: I guess it's plain to see when you look at you and me, we are different, different as can be.

"Aww that's so sweet!" Cho Chang gushed.
"Hello! Are you forgetting something? This is the man who murdered my parents and killed countless other people and you think he's cute! I mean, seriously?!"
"Well, the actor playing him is rather attractive…" commented Ginny. Harry stared at his girlfriend in shock.
"So you would find me more attractive if I look like him?" Harry retorted.
"No, that's not what I meant! I mean…"
"Weasley, Potter, please stop arguing so we can watch the rest of this highly entertaining and rather unrealistic musical." This came from Severus Snape, who wore a look of disgust on his face as he stared intently at the two arguing Gryffindors.

"Thank you. Now shall we watch the rest of the musical?" he asked the students.

There was an overwhelming response,
"YES!"

A/N: Thank you for reading and please keep the reviews coming. I will see you soon hopefully. BYE!
Listening to Sorrow- Flyleaf.