(To the tune of just can't wait to be king as requested)
Note: Sorry if I spell Quirell wrong but it's just not my word
Voldemort: I've always been a mighty thing, so enemies beware
Quirell: (backing up voldemort's words) he'll kill you, and you, you too, he doesn't really care
Voldemort: I like my anti life affect that curse does have some kick
Quirell: T'is true
Voldemort: I'm brushing up on putting down, happiness makes me sick (throwing his arm's up in the air)
Harry: (waving his hand in front of his nose) he is rather a perspiring thing
Voldemort: Oh I just can't wait to kill him (indicates Harry)
Quirell: Okay you've got a long way to go now potter if you think……
Voldemort: (Interrupts) No one tells me do this
Quirell: Master I didn't
Voldemort: Quirell, just stop there
Quirell: Well master I…
Voldemort: Quirell I said stop that
Quirell: Well I
Harry: Hey, now see here
Quirell: yea see here
Voldemort: Free to kill you all today
Harry: Well that's a bit out
Voldemort: In the worst possible way.
Quirell: I think it's time that you and I arranged a heart to heart
Voldemort: I don't need advice from little idiots for a start
Quirell: If this is what my loyalty means, fine then count me out
Harry: If I were you, and he's like that I wouldn't hang about
Quirell: (angrily) you're just a child you do not know a thing
Harry: Fine I was just trying to be helpful
Voldemort: Oh I just can't wait to kill him
Quirell: We've established that
Harry: You know I think It' terribly unfair that you were having a go at me for singing a little while back, you know, just after you asked me to join you, and now you are singing like an entire musical thingy,
Voldemort: This is different
Harry: How
Voldemort: Shut up
(harry runs and hides and voldemort looks around to curse him)
Voldemort: Everybody look left
Harry: (distantly) No not there
Voldemort: Everybody look right
Harry: Everywhere you look I'm standing far a flight
(Voldemort looks angry)
Quirell: Look he's upset
Harry: I can't believe you wouldn't let me sing
Voldemort: Quirell's right you do not know a thing
Quirell: The phone is going I can hear it ring
Harry: That is very irrelevant
Voldemort: This is the first and last time I will agree with him, but that was completely off topic
Harry: (to voldemort) will you just let be have a sing
Quirell: I just can't escape this whole thing
Harry: Why would you want to?
Quirell: you two act like little children
Voldemort: Right that's it, you're fired
Quirell: (angry and upset, in a really pathetic girly way etc you get the picture) Well, so is your mum
(Harry and Voldemort exchange looks and Quirell randomly separates from Voldemort and Voldemort continues as a vapour type thing and Quirell storms off)
Harry: concluding line now is it?
Voldemort: Don't you go all theatre terms on me
Harry: How do you know it's a theatre term? I didn't even know it's a theatre term? (looks over and shouts) is it a theatre term?
Voldemort: (worried and embarrassed) I may of…um…taken part in a few…um…school plays
Harry: (Laughing) oh my god, I have to tell all your past evil minions so that we can all make fun of you
Voldemort; Moving swiftly on Oh I just can't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit to be kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing