Of Songs and Occlumency
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize is not mine.
Author's note: Enjoy, as I take you back to music that gets stuck in your head.
He bloody hated Snape! That-that- there were no words to describe... Aaargh!
Glass shattered as he conjured a goblet throwing it across the room. Not content with the gentle tinkling, he conjured a heavier plate, happy as he heard it shatter into tiny pieces upon impact.
Placing his head in his hands, he closed his eyes. There is nothing that can be done with a hot mind, Harry, he said to himself. Cool and calm while preparing your revenge makes it cold, and everyone knows that revenge is a dish best served cold. Like milkshakes.
He was going out of context here. Let us not deviate from the topic.
The dark haired boy flopped on his bed, smiling in bliss as thoughts of revenge floated in his mind.
Miles away, pale lips turned up in a grin as red eyes shone with malice.
He was falling asleep to the image of Severus Snape being eaten by tigers when he jerked awake, gasping, as the now familiar of mind invasion was felt.
Red eyes, a serpentine face, thick fog, a green image of a skull eating a snake, "Morsmordre!", "Harry Potter."
"Voldemort," he thought, as he started to sweat, taking all of his energy to keep the dark wizard out. He needed to do something, and fast. The man, if he could even be called that, could break in any soon.
As he desperately thought of something, his memory fell on old songs listened from the darkness of the cupboard. He smiled slightly as lyrics played in his head.
"We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow"
That would do the trick.
He exhaled.
Time to invite the devil in.
A serpentine face lit up with glee as he entered his target's mine, only to flinch back as loud music started.
It was working. It was working! IT WAS WORKING!
Devil eyes looked around, frantically, surrounded by pyschedelic imagery surrounded him, accompanied by music.
A choir started singing:
"Ah-ah, ah!
Ah-ah, ah!"
Harry stood on a stage, dressed like a rockstar, a guitar in his hands which he strummed, his eyes closed.
"We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow"
The dark lord suddenly found himself in Finland. Then, he was on a ship, a stowaway.
"To fight the horde, sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming"
Dressed as a viking with fiery red hair and beard that was braided, he held an axe. "POTTER!" he screamed. An immigrant in a building that looked suspiciously like The Burrow.
"Ah-ah, ah!
Ah-ah, ah!" the choir sang loudly in harmony.
He was now in Japan, during the winter when the snow falls and the seasons changed, and the beautiful green fields of the land were on display. Despite himself, Voldemort fell in love.
But the scenery swiftly changed, with no warning and now was the imagery of a battlefield, the soil stained red with blood and the rivers painted crimson. The soldiers lay on the ground, the red badge of courage on their chest. What was the most disturbing was the fact that one of the dead bodies was one of his. A green eyed imp stood by him, one foot on Tom's chest.
"We are your overlords," Harry strummed his guitar and sang, the scenery now that of a rock concert. The words echoed in his ears and he clapped his hands over them, closing his eyes.
"So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing."
A flash of green and a flash of red, a bang, a wand of elder flying through the air.
"Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ahh, ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh," the chorus sang in harmony, their voices having an eerie quality.
"Enough," he shouted, but the brat did not pay him any heed.
The scenery changed swiftly, and then he was in the depths of the Amazon, surrounded by tall trees, the sounds of the wild animals the only noise that he could hear that was made by a living being.
"Oh my god," started a disembodied voice. "Jump," the voice cracked with fear, and then the earth turned upside down and:
He was dressed like he was in a jungle(which he was), clad in brown. A giraffe said, opening his arms as if going for a hug, "Welcome to the jungle."
"We've got fun and games," popped in Lucius, right before he turned into a white peacock.
"We got everything you want honey, we know the names," Bella flirted, then turned into a hyena.
Then it was Macnair singing the next line, turning into a lion, Rowle turned into a deer. And then for the chorus, "In the jungle, welcome to the jungle. Watch it bring you to your sha-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees. Mwah, I, I wanna watch you bleed." The animals all sang together, and Macnair the lion pawed at him, snarling.
The imagery continued, Draco was turned into a ferret, a white, bouncing one, with a signboard above his head that said, 'Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret.'
Down In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to you
It's gonna bring you down, huh!
Then, the scene changed again, and from being the subject of a pagan ritual by animals, he was in front of a camera, and was dressed in a disgustingly muggle pinstriped suit.
Bellatrix stood in front of him, dressed in a long black dress, the neckline being illegally low. Her neck was adorned with a string of jewels and her feet wore black heels, elegant and pointy. She started singing, and for once, there was no imagery, just him sitting shocked at Bella's performance. Her voice was nice though.
"We're no strangers to love," she started singing.
"You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other girl
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye."
A dark room, with only a disembodied voice saying, "YOU GOT RICK-ROLLED."
"What the ever-loving heck is a 'RICK-ROLL'?" was the question he asked
Now, he was in a playground, holding hands with other kids. He tried to run away, but found that his hands were stuck and could do nothing but move around with the kids as they sang about 'their darlings skipping to the Lou'. It also showed a guy he didn't recognize with a banjo.
"I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield," the same banjo-guy sang, an audience behind him and presumably one in front of him.
"Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside, study war no more."
And then the little ***** showed images of him attacking people.
"I ain't gonna study war no more, I ain't gonna study war no more, I ain't gonna study war no more!"
"You little rascal!" he exclaimed, leaping at the crowd to Avada-Kedavra them all, but it all faded to black and he was in darkness, no light, no light
"Where do you come from, where do you go, where do you come from Cotton Eye-Joe?"
"I don't know!" he roared.
He dropped to his knees. "I don't know where in heaven or hell this 'Cotton Eye-Joe' went, and where he came from! I just wanted to dive into your mind. Now, I don't know how to return."
A cat appeared, pink and smiling
"Why, click your heels thrice, of course," it said, and then disappeared slowly, until all that was left of him was his smile and then that was gone too.
"Heels?"
Lo behold, he was in a tartan plaid drees, and he wore red heels, and in his hands he carried a basket. Not pausing to wonder about the abnormality, he clicked them together thrice, and then a gate was open and he ran up to it, pulling it open and taking a step inside and then he
fell, and fell, and fell, and fell.
"So no one told you life was gonna be this way."
He looked in shock as he saw flashes of his life and the tell-tale feeling of someone probing into his mind. He tried to push him out, but...
"Your job's a joke, you're broke
Your love life's DOA"
Images of Bellatrix in *shiver*various poses to seduce him that he would rather not remember.
"It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month
Or even your year, but-"
The song thankfully cut off there, but the torture didn't.
"Someda-aa-aaa-y, my prince will come," sang a high falsetto. That was it. He could not take it any longer.
"Let me go!" he yelled. "I can stand it no longer."
The imp appeared, a robe of bright, florescent green with purple moons embroidered on them on his shoulders. He inwardly sneered at the crimson and gold Gryffindor shirt he wore underneath with blue denim capris.
"I will let you go," he agreed. "On one condition."
"Anything," he said, even as he smirked at the fact that the brat thought he'd accept any condition he told him. He would accept of course, but not follow.
"Never enter my mind again."
Well then, that was a surprise. That was a condition he would follow, for he did not want to see his mindscape for a long time.
"Of course."
Gripping the armrests of his throne, he sighed in relief as he was freed.
The presence disappeared, and he smiled, the expression staying with him as he went to the land of dreams.
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