A/N: I'm back again! This time I'll be using the song "Fortune Favors the Brave" which means I shall also include "Every Story is a Love Story" from the fantastic musical, Aida. I left the lyrics to "Every Story…" mostly the same but changed the lyrics around a lot in "Fortune…". Just so ya'll know. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Aida or Harry Potter.

Harry Potter: A Hot New Musical

Fortune Favors the Sinister

Phantom Commentary: So, this was our original opening number. I thought it set the mood for the overall mood of the play and gave a proper introduction to our villain, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Unfortunately, his Highness himself had a few problems with the lyrics and felt that we were mocking him.

Which I would never do of course.

(Black out)

(Lights up)

A floating tune soared from the orchestra and swept into the audience, leaving them calm and serene. The curtain opened on an empty stage and slowly, from a lift underneath the stage, a young woman was slowly rising from the ground into the stage. Fog swirled around her and her emerald eyes sparkled.

It was Lily Potter's spirit come to introduce the harrowing tale of her son, Harry Potter. She smiled at the audience and once she was entirely on the stage she waited for the opportune moment (also known as her cue).

"Every story, tale or memoir. Every saga or romance," Lily sang, eyes wide but voice calm as she stayed in her place. If the audience hadn't known any better, they would have thought she was a statue. "Whether true or fabricated. Whether planned or happenstance," she explained, her sweet voice leaving the audience in a bit of a relaxed stupor.

"Whether sweeping through the ages, casting centuries aside," Lily continued, still immobile and staring at the audience through unblinking eyes. "Or a hurried brief recital. Just a thirty-minute ride." Suddenly, Lily began to show a bit of emotion as she flicked a hand up to brush aside her flaming red hair and smiled lovingly at what seemed to be nothing.

"Whether bright or melancholy. Rough and ready, finely spun. Whether with a thousand players or a lonely cast of one." At this last sentence, she frowned and it seemed that she regretted something deeply, something only she could remember. But she got her mind back on track and she folded her arms carefully so her forearms would press against her stomach.

"Every story, new or ancient," Lily continued, a faint smile now on her lips. "Bagatelle or work of art. All are tales of human failings. All are tales of love at heart," she explained, finally getting to her point. As her sweet voice faded away and the music began to die, the audience prepared themselves to clap.

They were taken by surprise when a sudden blare came from the orchestra and Lily Evans suddenly stepped down from her pedestal and snapped a pointing finger at one edge of the theater, commanding all attention to be brought to what she had to say.

"This is a story of a love that flourished in a time of hate," she snarled, a new life suddenly taking over her. "Of lovers no tyranny could separate!" This time, a flash of bright lights, nearly blinding the audience, accompanied another blare from the pit. "Love set into motion at my husband's door," Lily went on to explain, the same sorrow coming across her face. "Destiny ignited by a an act of war!"

Lily now jumped down entirely off her pedestal and went right to the front of the stage, opening her arms. "Wizards saw a rise to power as something they could not control," Lily's voice rang out, now filling the theater with its magnitude. "Source of death for all the people, a rogue of which they could not take hold. Destruction of a community justified," she sang, enraged by an act that the audience could not yet understand. "All of London in the open with little more than pride. Lord Voldemort!" she cried in anguish.

And suddenly, in a flash Lily was gone and black-robed men took the stage. They wore frightening masks and moved in such formations that it made the audience dizzy to try and keep up with.

"Oh, oh, oh," they all chanted together, "Fortune favors the brave! Oh, oh! Fortune favors the brave!" Suddenly, as one, the entire group sidestepped and formed a gap.

Then, too quickly for the audience to comprehend, something literally fell from the roof and into the new circle. The man who jumped revealed himself to be the most ugly creature any of them had ever seen. While he was not quite in his post-death state, he was still quite mangled by the evil in his soul. His eyes were dark and his flesh was gray, though he still had a handsome air to him. He frightened all in the room.

"We have swept to glory," the creature sang, smile wide in a sick delight. "The Dark Lord's mastery expands from Britain's northern border to the lush, green hills of France," with an arm, the man (who would later be revealed as Lord Voldemort) motioned to emphasize the amount of land he had control over, unofficially.

"The more we find, the more we see, the more we come to burn," he explained with a deadly smile and promptly set fire to a prop with his wand. "The more that we explore the more they give in return." The man revealed that he had several prisoners with him, all of whose eyes were spinning. The man sighed and quickly shot jets of light at them through his wand, causing them to drop limp on the stage. The audience gasped.

"Oh, oh, oh!" the strange cloaked minions echoed, carting away the limp bodies to offstage and leaving them there. "Fortune favors the brave!"

The man jerked his arms so that they were straight away from his body and the cloaked objects immediately fell back, allowing him to have this moment.

"It's all worked out, my road is clear. The lines of suffering extend," he sang softly, his voice smooth but tinted with a dark tone. "Way beyond my wildest dreams toward some great triumphant end!" he promised, making a fist with the hand that didn't hold his wand. The set suddenly changed to look like the continents were behind him. One by one, they fell into darkness.

"We seize the day, we turned the tide," he explained, growing more excited with his rush of power. "We touched the stars, we mocked the grave! We moved into uncharted lands." The man, Voldemort, took a deep breath and motioned his minions forward again.

"Fortune favors the brave," they sang together, revealing their skin and showing they all had similar tattoos. The Dark Mark.

"The more we find," the young Voldemort continued, once more banishing his worshipful followers. "The more we conquer, the more we come to burn! The more that we explore the more they shall return!" Voldemort's voice suddenly dropped to an almost-whisper and he leaned in toward the audience.

The set changed to a nighttime set of a familiar street, the audience thought the street might have had the word 'Hallows' in it.

"Nothing is an accident," he explained, eyes gleaming and hands motioning as if there was endless land before him. "We are free to have it all. We were what we want to be," he said this somewhat dangerously, thinking of his father. "It's in ourselves to rise or fall! This is easy to believe when distant places fall to me! It's never been that hard at all! Fortune favors the brave!"

Voldemort then turned and began to advance on a house where a woman and man were putting a baby to sleep.

"Oh, oh, oh," the minions echoed, allowing Voldemort to have his space.

"Fortune favors the young!" Voldemort sang, now blowing open the door with a smirk. Screams came from inside the home but this did not stop the man.

"Oh, oh, oh," came the response from the masked men. The young man with messy hair and glasses came and tried to prevent Voldemort from entering the home but the green flare knocked him down. A red-haired woman screamed and shielded the crib from the man but she too fell under the spell.

"Fortune favors the brave!" Voldemort declared raising his wand and peering down at the baby with a smirk. As he held his note, the green jet of light also went speeding toward the baby. And just as his voice ended the song, the spell miraculously bounced off the baby and went flying back into Voldemort's space, causing him to scream horribly and flee miraculously.

(Black out)

Phantom Commentary: I tried to explain that he was the villain of the story and he wasn't supposed to be liked. Clearly, this wasn't to his liking. He said he hated Lily's solo in the beginning and that he didn't know that this play was going to be all about love. So, just so he wouldn't tear the theater down, we cut the entire sequence. It really is a shame.

A/N: I actually came close to using "Every Story is a Love Story" for the opening number in the original but decided against it. Anyhow, please review!

And yes, I'm aware that this was short. Sadly, I couldn't do much to make it longer, though I tried.