The REAL Slytherin Heir
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Dis: No, I don't own the tune, the original song or Harry Potter!

A/N: Okay, so it isn't a fic, I know. And it doesn't exactly rhyme...But...



Draco:
May I have your attention please.
May I have your attention please.
Will the real Slytherin Heir please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slytherin Heir please stand up?
Ok...We're going to have a problem here!

Tom:
Y'all act like ya never seen a Slytherin before
Jaws all on the floor, when I just blasted down the door
And started whipping Muggles' asses worse than before
Y'all know I throw those Mudbloods over the limits
It's the return of the...
"Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding, he isn't the Heir as he says he is...IS he?"
And Lily and James said...
Nothing you gits! Their both dead, and y'all know that!
And what about Harry?
*tsk tsk* Harry Potter? God, am I sick of him!
Look at him, goin' around, gettin' up to who-knows-what
Defeating you-know-who, yeah, but he's so cute though!
Yeah, I maybe only 16, true,
But I'm the true Heir of Slytherin, just thought that I should warn you!
Sometimes, I wanna get out of me Diary and let loose, but can't
So how am I supposed to get the Mudbloods, by a possessed goose?!
"The evils have escaped! The evils have escaped!"
Heh, true true, I'm the one in the blackest of capes!
And that's the message that I deliver to little kids,
And expect them not to know what a Death Eater is,
Of course they gonna know who the villan is,
By the time they hit first year
They go to Hogwarts don't they?
"We ain't nothing but Wizards..."
Well, some of us are Scorcer's and Mudbloods,
Who duel just as much as I do,
But if I can kill a lot of Mudbloods and the Potters,
Then I'm doing everyone a favour, who said I was a rotter?
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Death Eaters check the Mark, sing the chorus and it goes

Chorus:
I'm the Heir, yes I'm the real Slytherin Heir
All you other imitation Heirs had better be prayin'
So won't the real Slytherin Heir please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Cuz I'm the Heir, yes I'm the real Slytherin Heir
All you other imitation Heirs had better be prayin'
So won't the real Slytherin Heir please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Potter doesn't have to keep his powers hidden in,
Well I do! So get over it and realize you don't have a clue!
You think I give a damn 'bout him when he can't bear me?
Most the time he can't even see me without feeling me!
"But Tom, what if he didn't, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you Mudbloods could just lie to get me away from here,
So you can say I'm just a kid, that I don't need to care?
I'm tellin' you, Grindelwald, you better switch me chairs,
So I can keep on givin' those MUdbloods the scares,
And hear 'bout the git that lived under the stairs,
You little Mudbloods, don't even try to mess with me!
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he'll turn into Voldemort, hee-hee!"
I say download the Chamber of Secrets and show the whole world
how I almost killed that prat Ginny, don't you agree?
I'm sick of you Gryffindors and Mudblood groups
All you do is annoy me so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million imitation Heirs who are just like me
Who threaten like me; who try to do what's wrong like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Repeat Chorus

It's like a head trip to watch me kill cuz I'm so fast I'm not in sight
Doin' things you wish that you could do, sittin' in your local cinema
The only difference is I got the power and wand to do it
In front of y'all on the cinema screen; too bad you got no powers or wands at all
I just get all pissed off and spill it and whether I like to admit it
I killed Potter better than 99 percent of you wannabes could out there
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these books like Pixie Sticks
It's funny cuz at the rate I'm going when I'm 18
I'll be the only person in the uni who'll be duellin'
Getting rid of good when I'm bored; and I ain't going to be rest,
I should feel sorry for the Mudbloods, but I never could!
And every single bad guy knows that I should.
Everyone says I'm twisted, true,
But ya never know when I'll walk right over you.
So true, true...
So, will the real Slytherin Heir please stand up?
And put the Mark on each arm up?
And be proud to be outta ya mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus