Draco had the intense feeling something was wrong. There was a nagging in the back of his head, telling him that Harry was in trouble. His new husband had blocked his mind so they didn't interrupt his conversation with the headmaster, but now there was a feeling of loss, as if Harry had suddenly left. He knew that wasn't possible but the feeling of unease kept prickling at his sub-conscience.

The second Harry's feet hit the ground, his wand was pointed at Dumbledore. "Where are we?" He asked savagely. The sudden distance from his pack was putting a strain on his emotions. But at least they were safe. Dumbledore looked unconcerned about the wand pointed at his chest, and merely smirked. Harry shuddered at the expression that was so unnatural on the old man's face.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word, there was a flash of green light. Harry watched, speechless, as the man fell to the ground, the smirk still plastered upon his face. Anger, shock, and happiness were battling for dominance in Harry's mind, before he remembered that someone had just cast a Killing Curse. Peeling his eyes away from the body of his, now deceased headmaster, he looked towards the door to see a band of Death Eaters blocking the only route of escape.

The Death Eater in charge laughed at the trapped teen, and Harry's eyes narrowed. He knew that voice. "Bellatrix, how lovely to see you. I assume, since I am out numbered, that you will be taking me to your master now?" Harry said in a feigned conversational tone.

Bellatrix took off her mask and grinned maliciously at the teen. "Of course." She said, mirroring his tone. "But mind your manners! I don't think the Dark Lord would blame us if we decide to have a little fun first." With a malevolent sneer she took her chance for a bit of revenge. "But before we go, here is a little welcome present from me! Crucio!"

Snapping into action, Harry tried to dodge but he didn't quite make it and the spell hit him in the arm. Since the spell hadn't hit his head or torso it didn't hurt quite as much; mind you, it still hurt dreadfully. Thankfully the spell hit his non-dominant arm. Harry refused to cry out or fall, the only thought going through his head was 'these people are trying to kill my pack and me. I will not let that happen!'

Bellatrix let up off the spell after about thirty seconds and the two Death Eaters flanking her seized Harry by the arms and dragged him from the room. They dragged him into a dark room and threw him onto the stone floor. Harry rose to his feet with his wand in hand; he was surprised they hadn't taken it. Taking in what he could see of his surroundings he saw he was in what appeared to be some sort of throne room.

It definitely had that ancient castle vibe to it. At the head of the room was a high backed chair with ornate carvings of snakes on every inch of the woodwork; it was the only piece of furniture in the room. The room was in shades of black and had blood red hangings. Harry heard footsteps approaching and slipped his wand into his sleeve, hidden but able to be used.

A door behind the chair swung open and in stepped Voldemort, the evil bastard himself. "Finally come to die, Potter? I have to say I didn't expect your headmaster to bring you to me, but I am quite pleased with the results. Where is your pack, boy? Don't they care enough about you to follow you to your demise? I was quite looking forward to torturing that mate of yours, not to mention the werewolf and that traitor Severus."

"I'd like to see you try to hurt them. You wont get past me, that is for sure." Harry said mockingly.

"Just as idiotic and childish as ever, I see Potter." Voldemort sneered.

(I apologize in advance for this… I really wanted to write it ^^;)

"Oh you want childish? I can give you childishness!" Harry suddenly took off running and, instead of trying to flee, he started to spin and skip around the room. Voldemort was honestly shocked. Out of everything he expected the boy to do, this was not one of them. Then the unspeakable happened. Harry started singing.

"Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game" Harry sang loud and proud.

"Stop that this instant you irksome child!" Voldemort screeched furiously. He was casting spells left and right but the spells just dispersed before they hit their target.

"Why don't you join me Moldy Voldie Pants!"

And suddenly Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort did something no one ever, in a million years, pictured him doing. He sang. Extremely loud. Extremely off key.

"Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground"

As Voldemort, too started dancing across the room, unable to break the spell… Then the singing battle commenced.

"It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy."

"No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want
to hear.
Cause I hate you
Cause I hate you
Cause I hate you
Cause I hate you"

And so on until the last note of each song faded. The silence left in the room was deafening. After a few seconds Voldemort shook off his shock. Done with games and too furious to care Voldemort aimed his wand at Harry's chest. "Avada Kedavra!"

A/N: this really sucks but it is funny so… yeah… Yeah that just happened.