by Topaz
A/N: Once again, any problems with the lyrics are all the fault of the people I stole them from. :-P
Silence fell, and picked herself up again.
Suddenly Percy Weasley ran up, waving a large flag and an old fashioned revolver. Fred and George gaped. Ron felt his forehead.
"I want to be the minority," Percy sang, or rather screeched, into the microphone. "I don't need your authority."
Other people swarmed in behind him, also waving flags and revolvers. Harry recognized Dean, Seamus, Penelope, Cho, and Professor Sprout. They were cheering loudly and thonking each other accidentally with the revolvers, which were heavier than they looked.
"Down with the moral majority," Percy warbled. "We are taking over this school, Dumbledore!"
"Must you?" Dumbledore said wistfully. "I just got it redecorated..."
"Yes!" Percy cried dramatically. "We are here to free the enslaved students and rescue them from their cruel fate. Cause I want to be the minority!"
"I like being a student," said Hermione, but no one heard her.
"I pledge allegiance to the underworld."
"Percy, have you gone mad?" Ron asked, looking horrified.
"Madder, you mean," said George.
Percy waved his revolver around rather too enthusiastically for Harry's peace of mind. "One nation underdog, there of which I stand alone."
"Er, not quite alone," said Cho, ducking under the revolver, "so please watch where you wave that thing." She gave hers a half-hearted shake and yelped when Seamus accidentally elbowed her in the stomach.
"A face in the crowd," Percy wailed. "Unsung, against the mold."
"Mold?" Lavender made a face. "Ew."
"With a doubt, singled out, the only way I know!"
"You're not singled out, so could you please try not to give me a concussion?" Cho pleaded, ducking away from the revolver once more only to crash into Penelope, who made a startled noise and thwocked her with her flag.
Percy began to dance a jig. "Cause I want to be the minority. I don't need your authority. Down with the moral majority, cause I want to be the minority!"
Dumbledore rubbed his temples. For the first time that night, he looked tired. Odd, that, thought Harry. He doesn't mind Voldemort, but Percy's really annoying him. Voldemort seemed to realize this as well, and he glowered at both Percy and Dumbledore.
"Stepped out of the line," crooned Percy.
"What line?" Ginny looked around. "I don't see a line."
"Like a sheep runs from the herd."
"It's called a flock," muttered Hermione. "Not a herd. Herds are for horses and cattle and such."
Percy glared at her. "Marching out of time."
"I hate when people do that!" Ron said, leaping to his feet. "It's so annoying! It's like when people sing along with the radio, but off-key, and you can barely here the song cause they're so bloody loud--" Harry clapped a hand over his mouth and pulled him back into his seat.
"To my own beat, now... The only way I know! One light, one mind, flashing in the dark."
"How can a mind flash in the dark?" Ginny inquired.
Even Percy looked slightly nonplussed. "Well..." he faltered, "maybe it's a glow-in-the-dark mind. Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts."
"No, you're not blinded by sounds," Ginny said. "I'm sure of that. Especially when there are no sounds. Because that's what silence is. Yes. Besides, minds haven't got eyes, so how could they go blind?"
"Oh, right, just cause they're minds you think they can't have eyes," Parvati spat. "Disgusting stereotypes. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"'For crying out loud!' she screamed unto me," Percy shrieked.
"Er...did she?" said Harry.
"Who is she?" added Ron.
"Why'd she say that, anyway?" asked Hermione.
Percy glared at them, his eyes slightly deranged and bloodshot. "A free for all, f*ck 'em all--"
"Percy!" Ginny gaspd.
"You are your own sight!"
Voldemort stared at Percy. "What are you babbling about, foolish boy? People seeing themselves? Blind glow-in-the-dark minds?"
"I heard about fish like that once," Ron said. "Blind, glow-in-the-dark fish. They lived in caves. I think they were called blind cave fish. Or maybe blind glow-in-the-dark cave fish."
"Ooh, there's a shocker," said Hermione. "What an odd name to give them."
"I know," Ron agreed, blithely unaware of her sarcasm. "I wonder why they called them that. Usually they call fish something like icheksthus kfjdefefus."
"Cause I want to be the minority," Percy sang rather loudly, sensing that he was losing his audience. "I don't need your authority. Down with the moral majority, cause I want to be the minority."
"Yes, you said so. Several times," Hermione said impatiently.
Cho rubbed her bruises and glared at her fellow rebels. "Are we going to do anything besides stand around and sing?"
"I know a really good one about bananas--" Seamus began.
"Or we could sing 'Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog'," Dean suggested.
"Was he? What's he now?" asked Penelope, vaguely.
"Dunno, maybe a cat or something."
Percy sulked. "One light, one mind, flashing in the dark."
"Oh, that again," said Ron. "I think that's fishy."
"Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts."
"You couldn't even be deafened by silence, let alone blinded," said Ginny crossly. "Don't be stupid."
"'For crying out loud!' she screamed unto me," Percy sang.
"Who screamed?" Voldemort asked eagerly, looking around. He liked screaming.
"I bet it was Sabrina Abbott," Ginny whispered to Hermione. "I saw Percy kissing her last Friday behind the Whomping Willow."
"What was that about Percy kissing Sabrina?" said Penelope, giving Percy a very severe look. He wilted.
"Er, I... A free for all, f*ck 'em all, you are your own sight! I want to be the minority, I don't need your authority, down with the moral majority, cause I want to be the minority!"
"Will you all stop repeating yourselves!" Hermione yelled.
"The minority..."
Hermione sighed.
"The minority..."
"We heard you the first six hundred times!"
"The minority..."
Hermione stood up. Smoke was coming out of her ears. "Percy Weasley, if you say that one more time..."
"I want to be the minority!" Percy finished desperately, then turned and fled from Penelope and Hermione.
"NO!" said Voldemort. "You can't win!" He stood up.
"Yes, we can," Cho said peevishly. "Try and stop us. We're taking over this school and no mangy old Death Barfing fool like you is going to --"
"Avada kedavra!"
To be continued. Nah, maybe I'll just leave it here...*snigger* Ultimate cliffhanger. Well, if would be if anyone cared what would happen next. *sigh* Oh well, the next part is coming soon.