What Have I Done To Deserve This? Pet Shop Boys with Dusty Springfield

A/N: This song was turned into a song-fic. Pathetic. I don't own anything and I wish I didn't own the thought process in writing this fic. But alas, I do.

You always wanted a lover I only wanted a job I've always worked for my living How am I gonna get through?

Harry took a deep breath and entered the house. It was rickety and old and he just wanted to go back to the Weasleys' or even Hogwarts. But no, this was his fate, his destiny. Plus, he was now Voldemort's slave and he couldn't not go. He'd be dead.

"Voldemort?" Harry whispered at the sleeping form.

He grumbled.

How am I gonna get through?
I come here looking for money (Got to have it)
And end up leaving with love, oh, oh

The whole day to Harry was surreal. He had actually frolicked through a big field with his worst enemy. But it was what Voldemort wanted, and he just couldn't turn him down. At the end of the day, Harry had given Voldemort a small smile. Why!?

Now you left me with nothing (Can't take that)
How am I gonna get through?
How am I gonna get through?

"Bastard," Harry muttered. His second day at Voldemort's had proven to be unfriendly and unkind and not what he was hoping for at all. Wait, was he actually falling in... no.

I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers I read you books and talked for hours Every day, so many drinks Such pretty flowers, so tell me

"What book do you want me to read to you today Voldemort?" Harry grumbled, trying to act happy.

"Mmm... The Three Little Pigs," Voldemort took a sip of his margarita and pointed at his nightstand where sure enough, there was the children's book propped up against the lava lamp he loved so much.

"Okay..." Harry grabbed it.

Voldemort held up a hand to stop him, "By the way, I picked you up a tulip on my way to the last death eater meeting. Do you like it?" It was shriveled and dying. Harry sobbed.

What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I ...

Since you went away I've been hanging around I've been wondering why I'm feeling down You went away, it should make me feel better But I don't know, oh

Harry had three days off whilst his master headed to Scotland for the weekend. But for some odd reason, instead of feeling relieved and having fun he felt rather lonely. What was this feeling? Lo...

No.

How am I gonna get through? What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How am I gonna get through? What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?

You always wanted me to be something I wasn't You always wanted too much, oh, oh Now I can do what I want to - forever

Voldemort came weeping to Harry as soon as he was back from his trip, "I ... I can't go on with this... you're fired. Leave me. GO!" Harry felt a single tear slip down his cheek.

How am I gonna get through?
How am I gonna get through?

At night, the people come and go They talk too fast, and walk too slow Chasing time from hour to hour I pour the drinks and crush the flowers

Harry sat at a bar, drinking his life away. Ron didn't understand, Hermione was horrified, and Voldemort... his...

No.

Was gone.

Why!? Harry dropped to his knees. Maybe he could pay some girl to keep him company instead.

What have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I ...

Since you went away I've been hanging around I've been wondering why I'm feeling down You went away, it should make me feel better But I don't know, oh

His wedding day. Voldemort didn't show up. Why!?

Harry stared at his wedding band.

"I married a slut," he whispered, "Voldemort..." He hid his head in his hands.

How am I gonna get through? (baby)
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
How am I gonna get through? (baby)
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?

Gonna get through?
Gonna get through?

What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Aah, gonna get through
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
We don't have to fall apart, we don't have to fight
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
We don't need to go to hell and back every night
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
Gonna get through, baby, I'm gonna get
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?

Harry got home one day from work only to find a single tulip lying on the doorstep.

Turning, Harry could have sworn he heard a single word... "Lover..."

Forever