A/N this was written in a fit of wanting to see Voldemort doing something terribly stupid. And I felt I needed to write a Marauders Era musical in order to fit it in. Not all of the scenes will be musical, but there will be quite a few, and occasionally a scene with multiple songs.
Princessdza- thanks for the review and the constructive criticism. For your sake I'll try to write a Lily/James fic without them all bursting into song. I just happen to be obsessed with musicals and I wanted desperately to write a Marauders Era one. I did notice the grammatical errors when you pointed them out, but I haven't had time to correct them yet.
Jess&Jenn- although I do know who you are and have already told you in person that I liked the review (and the whole multiple personality disorder which actually made me wonder), thanks again. So into U- thanks so much for the praise. It makes me feel special. ---grins---So, anyway, on with the show!
Moldy Voldy's Musical Debut
Meanwhile, while all of our favorite Hogwarts students were sleeping peacefully in their beds, Voldemort was having a conference. Let's have a peek at our favorite villain's little meeting as he tries to figure out the whereabouts of the new Order of the Phoenix.
A fire flickered in the grate. A tentative knock sounded at the door. "Come in," said a cold voice in a armchair near the fire.
"You require my presence, My Lord?" the timid voice of an aging man with cold grey eyes.
"Come closer," Voldemort commanded.
The man slunk closer to the chair by the fire.
"What news have you of the Order of the Phoenix?" Voldemort quietly asked Abraxas Malfoy.
Malfoy's cold grey eyes were wide with fear. "Alas, my Lord, we have heard nothing," he said, a definite tremor in his voice.
"Malfoy, you know how that makes me feel," Voldemort replied, feeling angrier by the minute. He towered over Malfoy as he raised his skeletal figure off of the chintz armchair.
In a moment of courage and stupidity that no one would ever forget, Abraxas Malfoy suggested, "Pretty?"
Voldemort's features softened. "Yes," he replied dreamily. "Pretty."
"I feel pretty", Voldemort sang, "oh, so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and gay! And I pity any girl who's not me today." He smiled a girlish smile while singing to Abraxas. Abraxas smiled and nodded.
"I feel charming, oh so charming! It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty, that I can hardly believe that I'm real!" At the sudden outburst of song from Voldemort's lair, a group of curious Death Eaters walked into the room only to see the Dark Lord prancing around singing Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim, not that they knew who either of those composers were; it was still shocking nonetheless.
"See that pretty girl in that mirror there? Who can that attractive girl be?" At this, the Death Eaters all looked around for the mirror and the girl.
"What mirror, where?" the Death Eaters chorused.
"Who can that attractive girl be?" Voldemort sang, clutching the black hole where his heart should be.
"Which? What? Where? Whom?" the Death Eaters all asked each other.
"Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress, such a pretty smile, such a pretty --- "
The Death Eaters all listened as Voldemort choked on the word, realizing what he was singing.
"Oh, screw it," he said angrily. "Oh, and Abraxas?"
"Yes, my Lord?" Malfoy asked timidly.
"I feel angry. Crucio!"