Harry let out a groan as he started to wake up. He'd been attacked by Death Eaters during the summer after his fifth year. They had stunned and captured him for their dark master.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed as he stepped out of the shadows. No, that wasn't right.

Shaking his head, Harry's vision started to clear and Voldemort had actually come out from behind a giant red curtain, looking around he had expected to find himself at Malfoy Manor or maybe back in the graveyard at Little Hangleton but, this was a theater.

Trying to move he found that he'd been strapped to a chair in the front row. "What is this?" he demanded to know from the Dark Lord that stopped at the edge of the stage.

"This is my production," Voldemort loudly proclaimed. "Of Sweeney Todd."

Harry froze in confusion. "I what?!"

"Yes, I have orchestrated a magical retelling of my favorite childhood play, and you," Voldemort grinned as he hopped off the stage to land in front of his captive audience. "Are going to be the first to see it."

The Dark Lord let out a weird noise that almost sounded like a giggle as he plopped himself into the seat next to the boy and clapped his hands.

The curtains pulled back and an entire sailing ship with rolling waves moved onto the stage. It was surely magic that allowed for this ship and a part of the ocean to be on the stage. Impressive nonetheless as the singing began and Harry watched the beginnings of the play unfold before him.

It was when he saw Peter Pettigrew and Professor Snape step on stage that he tried to move when Voldemort struck him with a body bind. "Keep quiet Potter, we spent a lot of time in practice. Don't ruin it."

He was glaring at the two death eaters on stage but as he couldn't say anything he simply had to watch the scene in the garden play out as the young Benjamin Barker is struck and taken away by the corrupt Judge Turpin that Professor Snape was portraying.

As the play continued Harry was eventually given movement but Voldemort had kept him silenced, which benefited as when the actor playing Sweeney Todd sliced through Pirelli's neck and the blood sprayed out he lurched back. "Don't worry, it's an enchanted knife," Voldemort assured the wizard as the scene moved on. "Funny little tricks using water conjuring and color changing charms to get it just right."

And while he despised the people acting upon the stage, Harry was surprised by the skill and talent of each death eater's singing. It was surreal to see them strut about the stage hearing the tones and pitches they could hit.

He was actually getting invested in their performance, and apparently Voldemort was watching his reactions and explained some of what went on behind the scenes, like how they built the stage to move so Harry could better see the scene transitions.

Watching Bellatrix perform By the Sea, Voldemort leaned over. "We tried dozens of transfigurations to make sand but there were too many grains, we had to eventually just get buckets of the stuff and haul it in just pour it all out."

The play started to kick up its intensity when Harry watched Peter fall through the chute after having his throat slit and his head cracked open. "Remember it's just a switching charm with a very well crafted dummy," Voldemort reminded after seeing Harry grin at the viscera.

Watching the characters portrayed by the death eaters die off in a rapid pace, Harry gasped seeing Bellatrix thrown into the oven, her screaming sounding so real that he could have sworn she had just been killed in front of him.

Once the curtain fell for the last time, Voldemort unsilenced his captive and the fabric was pulled back to show the entire cast standing in a line, and despite himself Harry started to applaud for them.

"So Harry Potter what did you think," Voldemort asked his nemesis.

Seeing that he could stand up Harry did so. "I'm blown away, that was incredible. Professor Snape, I wasn't aware you could sing like that?"

"It was my first time," Snape admitted as this had been the first of the Dark Lord's productions he had been allowed to take part in.

"And you're a psycho bitch Bellatrix but you have the voice of an angel," Harry complimented the woman who grinned and curtsied.

"Thank you Potty Potter," Bellatrix nodded at the young wizard.

"I didn't even know you could do things with spells like that, it seemed so real," Harry turned to the Dark Lord.

"Took quite a bit of spellcrafting to make it all work," Voldemort stated as he motioned to some of his death eaters who really put in the effort to make the effects as believable as possible.

"I'm just confused as to why?" Harry admitted as he failed to understand the purpose of going through all the effort to make the play and then of all things to show it off to himself.

"Simple, I have decided that I will take over the world," Voldemort declared proudly. "Of theater."

Harry blinked curiously for a few seconds clearing his throat. "What?"

"Yes, the magical world is gripped with fear from my return but now I will leave it behind and they will live in perpetual fear of my presence," Voldemort cackled. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Why?" was Harry's response. This was all insanity to him.

"Because they won't believe you if you tell them, you spent all of last year trying to convince them I was back and they called you deranged, but now should you try to warn them I will simply become a director, they won't believe you either," Voldemort continued laughing darkly.

Harry wanted to protest that people would listen to him but honestly if anyone else he trusted came up and told him that this happened to them and what was said, he'd never believe them either.

"Goodbye Harry Potter," Voldemort grinned as his death eaters apparated out of the building. "I will be sure to make a play about your life where you are a total loser."

Harry was left standing alone in the darkened room. "What the fuck?!" he shouted because that was an incredibly petty decision.

After finding his way back to the Dursley's there was much commotion as he'd been captured and Harry just said that he went to a play to get his mind off of things for a bit of time.

His final years at Hogwarts were odd, there was so much tension regarding the Dark Lord and people lived in fear that he would strike at any moment but Harry just saw it as proof that Tom Riddle had left. And it was just after the new millennium when he saw the first signs of where they had all gone. It was during a film that Harry was sitting in when a particular ape in the movie looked far more familiar than it should have.

Doing some digging he found out that the movie had been directed by a man called Tim Burton and after plunging through the man's filmography he came to a startling conclusion about what became of Tom and the Death Eaters, they'd gone to Hollywood.

It was just proof that Tom had kept his promise to leave the magical world behind and it made Harry consider the same thing, the magical world was still acting like Voldemort had just come back, The Order of the Phoenix was constantly running around fighting shadows and nothing was changing.

Letting out a sigh, Harry started packing his bags to go to California because maybe he could ask Tom for some pointers on how to break into the industry. Seems that movie magic might be a bit more real than others had let on.

Author's Notes: Just a little one shot that I thought might be a fun quick read and to help me break up my normal writing patterns.