Inspired by a certain limerick I wrote about Voldemort and his rubber ducky

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following except the concept. But that's not even licensed to me, so hack away!

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A Moment in the Life: Lord Voldemort

By PlasticShinigami

Harry heard a splashing noise. He turned around and found himself in a long corridor. The floorboards were covered with old Persian rugs.  Portraits and paintings hung off the walls. He heard it again, splashing. Most of the doors he could see were closed. Only one room had any form of light in it. That one room was the only one with an open door, even if it was just a crack. Harry walked towards it. He peered inside, but hid in the shadows. What he saw amazed him.

There was a tub full of soap bubbles. And lounging deep within the white froth was Voldemort! Harry sniggered. Voldemort taking a bubble bath? But his giggles ceased when Voldemort raised his wand in one spider like white hand.
Voldemort spoke in a soothed and relaxed tone, "Concerto."
His was swished and flicked and music began to play. Harry looked about for its origin, but saw none. The music's bubbly and upbeat tune reminded Harry of a TV show he had seen as a child. That show was Sesame Street. That's when Voldemort began to sing.

Rubber Ducky you're the one!

You make bath time lots of fun!

Rubber ducky I am awfully fond you!

Woo be do!

That's when Harry realized in Voldemort's other hand was a bright yellow rubber ducky. Voldemort was squeezing the ducky, forcing it to squeak along as he sang.

Rubber ducky, joy of joys

When I squeeze you, you make noise!

Rubbery ducky, you're my very best friend it's true!

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo

Harry laughed under his breath. Lord Voldemort, who's very name struck fear into the hearts of wizards was singing to a rubber duck. Voldemort dropped his wand and held the rubber ducky with both hands. His red eyes gazed into the ducky's big black friendly looking eyes.

Every day when I

Make my way to the tubby

I find a little fella who's

Cute and yellow and chubby

Rub-a-dub-dubby!

Harry leaned forward a little. He wanted to see if he could see the origin of the upbeat happy-go-lucky music. Voldemort seemed so wrapped up in his Rubber Ducky Song that Harry didn't think he'd notice. That's when the door let out and awful creak. Harry slipped back before Voldemort could see him. Voldemort stopped singing when he looked at the door. His red eyes narrowed. He put the ducky down and reached for his wand. With a swish the music stopped.

"Nagina? No, it's not Nagina. Wormtail? I told you to leave me alone!" Voldemort spat.

Harry crouched down into the shadows, hoping Voldemort would forget his was there.

"Crucio!"

Harry felt a horrible pain throughout his body. He had felt this pain before, when Voldemort had dueled him in the graveyard. But now it was ten times worse. Harry screamed and screamed and screamed.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"

Harry was drenched in sweat. He wasn't in a corridor being mercilessly tortured by a bathing Voldemort. In reality he was lying on his bed in the Gryffindor dorms with Ron shaking him awake. But the pain had been real, his body ached from it.

"Harry, are you alright? You were screaming and writhing in pain." Ron looked tired. It was still dark outside. Harry wondered what time it was.

"Yeah, Ron…I'm fine. I just…think I saw Voldemort singing to a rubber ducky."

Ron winced, "I can see where that would be painful."

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End. The original plan was the reader sneaking up on Voldemort. But it just seemed like a better idea having Harry dream it, cause his dreams are usually prophetic or what's really happening. What you didn't see/hear was Voldemort telling his rubber ducky that Harry will "never tear them apart."