Lucky
Voldemort is standing on a platfrorm. Death Eaters stand around him forming a chorus. Suddenly a lot of house-elves start banging pots and pans and breaking milk bottles. The noise vaugely resembles Broccoli Spear's song 'Lucky'
Voldemort:
This is the story of a freak named Volde.
Early morning, he wakes up.
A-va-da Ked-av-ra!
Time for make up, chalk white face.
And big, bright red staring eyes.
(Lucius interupts 'Make up! Oh my God!'. Voldemort frowns. Lucius shuts up.)
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go:
Isn't he l-ucky?
This dead powerful bloke.
And they say:
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night.
('Ahhhhh' says Crabbe. 'Shut up' says Voldemort.'I'm trying to sing.')
Voldemort:
I was in my third year,
At Hogwarts.
Tom Rid-dle was my name.
I opened the Chamber.
I'm the Heir. The one their all waiting for.
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go:
Isn't he l-ucky?
This dead powerful bloke.
And they say:
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night.
James (spoken sort of fuzzy):
Lily! Take Harry and go!
I'll hold him off!
Run!
Wormtail:
I'm Peter Pettigrew standing beside a
Cauldron. Waiting for my master to
Appear. Oh my God here he comes.
(sound of applause)
Death Eaters:
He is so lucky.
But why can't he die?
He's our master. I would cry for him.
But why, oh why can't he die?
(Voldemort frowns. They have changed the lyrics.)
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go!
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go!
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night..
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night..
A/n. This fic is dedicated to all my friends: Lucy, Emily, Sarah, Sarah, Emma, Rosie, Katy, Katherine, Cammilla, Jessie and anyone I have missed. Thank you for being such great mates. Even in the very mad and hyper-on- caffine times.
Sorry about that. A little emotional. Too emotional. I'm worried.
Ok. Anything you recognise is JK Rowlings (my day just gets better.) The song is Broccoli Spears 'lucky' and she can keep it.
Thank you for reading. Bye ~ Apple stroodle.
Voldemort is standing on a platfrorm. Death Eaters stand around him forming a chorus. Suddenly a lot of house-elves start banging pots and pans and breaking milk bottles. The noise vaugely resembles Broccoli Spear's song 'Lucky'
Voldemort:
This is the story of a freak named Volde.
Early morning, he wakes up.
A-va-da Ked-av-ra!
Time for make up, chalk white face.
And big, bright red staring eyes.
(Lucius interupts 'Make up! Oh my God!'. Voldemort frowns. Lucius shuts up.)
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go:
Isn't he l-ucky?
This dead powerful bloke.
And they say:
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night.
('Ahhhhh' says Crabbe. 'Shut up' says Voldemort.'I'm trying to sing.')
Voldemort:
I was in my third year,
At Hogwarts.
Tom Rid-dle was my name.
I opened the Chamber.
I'm the Heir. The one their all waiting for.
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go:
Isn't he l-ucky?
This dead powerful bloke.
And they say:
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night.
James (spoken sort of fuzzy):
Lily! Take Harry and go!
I'll hold him off!
Run!
Wormtail:
I'm Peter Pettigrew standing beside a
Cauldron. Waiting for my master to
Appear. Oh my God here he comes.
(sound of applause)
Death Eaters:
He is so lucky.
But why can't he die?
He's our master. I would cry for him.
But why, oh why can't he die?
(Voldemort frowns. They have changed the lyrics.)
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go!
Voldemort + Death Eaters:
They go!
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night..
He is so l-ucky, he kills muds
But he cry, cry, cries. He ain't got a heart, thinking
I have nothing, not even a life.
That's why these tears come at night..
A/n. This fic is dedicated to all my friends: Lucy, Emily, Sarah, Sarah, Emma, Rosie, Katy, Katherine, Cammilla, Jessie and anyone I have missed. Thank you for being such great mates. Even in the very mad and hyper-on- caffine times.
Sorry about that. A little emotional. Too emotional. I'm worried.
Ok. Anything you recognise is JK Rowlings (my day just gets better.) The song is Broccoli Spears 'lucky' and she can keep it.
Thank you for reading. Bye ~ Apple stroodle.
