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Lord Voldemort: The Musical! (Les Miserables Potterized!) by Schmerg_The_Impaler

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Chapter Notes: (Okay, so I lied when I said I'd do Hairspray or Wicked next. Maybe soon. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and my eternal respect, and Les Miserables was created by Claude-Michel Schönberg, Herbert Kretzmer, and Alain Boublil.


I used poetic license and gave Merope earrings to sell... and I used the word 'mom' so it would rhyme with Tom. I'm totally aware that's not British. Oh yeah, and note the not- so-subtle use of foreshadowing about bone of the father!


Act two will come soon.)

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1. At The House Of the Gaunts (At The End of the Day)

OGDEN: At the house of the Gaunts, life is almost inhuman.
As if anyone wants a snake nailed to the door.
They hate Muggles, but they’re poor
Cold and hungry, their life’s unforgiving
Look at this—standing inside, you can’t see the floor.
And they call life here living?

At the house of the Gaunts, the strong smell isn’t cumin
And if I don’t clean things up now, nobody will.
And I really can’t believe
They aren’t already broke in the poorhouse
‘Cause the winter’s coming on fast, ready to kill.
They’ll be dead as a dormouse.

At the house of the Gaunts, there’s a boy who’s named Morfin.
He’s a typical basket case waiting to snap.
Like a shark washed up on sand
Like a storm that’ll break any second.
He cursed Muggles outside his land
There’s a reckoning gonna be reckoned
And a visit I have to pay
To the Gaunts’ house today.

MORFIN: At the House of the Gaunts, folks like you are not welcome.
Though you can’t understand me—I hiss like a snake.
I won’t let you in our home
Get out now, for Salazar’s sake.
I can kill you here and now
Make no mistake.

MARVOLO: Ah, you’ve met my son, Morfin.

OGDEN: Mr. Gaunt, I have come here for Morfin today
For it seems that your son cursed a young Muggle man.

MARVOLO: Do you think I’m a man who’ll give you your way?
Let a Mudblood like you chuck him in Azkaban?
He’ll do worse than break your nose.
Mr. Ogden, just use your head.
If you aren’t looking out, anything goes
Which means you’ll end up dead.

At the House of the Gaunts, we are nothing but purebloods.
Bet your family tree hardly has any roots!
We’re descendents of Slytherin’s
So who cares if life ain’t stable?
We’ve got pride etched in our skins
Though we live off of crumbs on the table.
Nobody ever taunts
Any one of the Gaunts!

MORFIN: (To Merope)
And what have we here, little useless Squib sister?
Come, Merope, let’s have all the news!
Ooh, Merope, you’re still watching that Mudblood
And his girlfriend, wishing you were in her shoes.

MEROPE: Go and leave me alone,
It is none of your business!
Better than messing ‘round
Nailing snakes to the door!
You flirt with them all day
Which I think is just gross.
Morfin, just go away
Don’t you say a word more!

(Marvolo starts screaming at Merope)

OGDEN: How can you do that to the girl?
What is this fighting all about?
This is your daughter, sir, treat her like it!
Now, come on people, settle down,
I am from the Ministry
And I may have to write this down
I’m going to sort this business out
I’ll be as patient as I can.
Why won’t you let her watch that man.

MORFIN: At the House of the Gaunts, she’s a filthy blood traitor.
He’s the Muggle whose father owns this bloody town.
He rides past here every day
And she watches him through the front window
You can bet she keeps out an eye
Spying around.
And Papa doesn’t like it.

MEROPE: Yes, it’s true, there’s a man
And the man is a Muggle.
And it’s true my eyes look two ways and my hair’s flat.
And it’s true that I wish he would still notice me
And that we’d share our lives,
What’s the matter with that?

MARVOLO: Of the House of the Gaunts, you’re no longer a member
And there’s trouble for all when there’s trouble for one.
You’ll turn our bloodline into scum
And our bloodlines all that we’ve got now
You’re a dirty little bum
And I’m not gonna let this pass, not now
If you love him, you can’t
Be considered a Gaunt.

I might have known the dog would bite
The hand that fed it all these years
I might have guessed your little secret.
Ah yes, the worthless Merope
Who floats around dreamy and dopey—
You’d be the cause, I had no doubt
Of any trouble hereabout.

MEROPE: Don’t you come near me now, Papa!

OGDEN: It’s Morfin here who broke the law!

MARVOLO: And you! Laughing at us?
No one mocks the Gaunt men.
You’ll be nothing but trouble again and again.
You must leave our house now.

MORFIN: Leave our house right now!

OGDEN: Right… I’ll be on my way.


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2. I Dreamed a Dream

MEROPE: There was a time when men were kind
And their voices soft and their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And life was a song, and the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong.

I dreamed a dream in days gone by
When hope was high and life worth living.
I thought Tom’s love would never die
That it was real, what he was giving.
When I was young and unafraid
The days I spent, the weeks I wasted.
At last, my love potion was made
And given to him to be tasted.

But I thought one fateful night
That he needed it no longer.
But he tore my hope away
And he turned my dreams to shame…

He spent a summer by my side
And with him, I, for once, was happy.
He said without me, he’d have died
But he was gone when autumn came.
And still, I dream he’ll come to me
And we could spend the years together.
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather.

I had a dream that life would be
So different from the life I’m living.
So different now from what it seemed
But Tom has killed the dream I dreamed.


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3. Borgin and Burke’s (Lovely Ladies)

BURKE: I smell heirlooms, smell ‘em in the air
Didn’t think I’d get ‘em from that beggar over there.
Ugly lady, stumblin’ through the storm
Desp’rate to be fed and really dying to get warm.
Even beggars’ things can bring a swarm.

MEROPE: Borgin and Burke’s, shining like a light
Waiting for a customer to come inside tonight.
And here I am, yielding to its call
I’m prepared to sell my things for any price at all.
Borgin and Burke’s, refuge from the squall.

BURKE: Come here, my dear
Let’s see this trinket you wear
This bagatelle.

MEROPE: Here, sir, I’ll sell it to you.

BURKE: I’ll give you four.

MEROPE: That wouldn’t pay for the chain!

BURKE: I’ll give you five. You’re far too eager to sell
It’s up to you.

MEROPE: It’s all I have!

BURKE: That’s not my fault!

MEROPE: I need the gold!

BURKE: No more than five!
My dear, we must all stay alive.
Ugly lady, came in from the dark
Going to have a baby, though I didn’t dare remark.
Where’d she come from, where’s she going now?
Where’d she get that locket? It’s near priceless, really—wow!
Did she steal it, ragged cockeyed cow?

And earrings, too!
What pretty jewels you got there.
What luck you got—they’re worth a Galleon, my dear.
I’ll take the lot.

MEROPE: Don’t touch me, leave me alone.

BURKE: Let’s make a price—I’ll throw a Sickle in, too!
Just think of that!

MEROPE: It pays a debt…

BURKE: Just think of that!

MEROPE: What can I do? It pays a debt.
The gold may save me even yet.

BURKE: Ugly lady, not too bright to boot.
Sold ‘em for a price that’s too low for a patched-up suit.
Ugly lady, what’s she need it for?
If she’s got such jewelry, she can’t hardly be poor.
Aren’t I lucky she walked in the door?

MEROPE: Please tell me, sir, where can I stay the night?

BURKE: Right over there. I’m sure you’ll find it suits you right.

MEROPE: (To herself as she’s leaving) It’s for my son, I’m doing all I can.
I might have known I couldn’t trust a man.
Ugly lady, not worth staying for, eh?
Ugly lady!

INNKEEPER: Come on dearie, why all the fuss?
Can’t be worse off than the rest of us.
Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap
Come inside, looks like you need some sleep.
Fifteen galleons, that’ll be the trick.

MEROPE: I don’t have that, and I’m feeling sick!

INNKEEPER: Sorry, kid, I take ‘em as they come
I need paying customers, not scum.
Good men, bald men, leaders of the land.
I’ll give anyone a bed, whether or not they’re grand.
But only with money in my hand.

MEROPE: Ugly lady, going for a walk
Everything is cold and grey and everything’s so dark.
Clothes are ragged, and I don’t have shoes.
I can feel the labour pains, I don’t have time to lose.
I need shelter, food, healers, a bed.
Thought I’d find it here, but they just turn me down instead.
One more night, and I’ll be dying dead!


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4. Who Was She? (Who Am I?)

TOM RIDDLE SENIOR: She said she married me.
It only took a glance
For me to see that she
Could never stand a chance!
Why would she be my bride?
How could I have gone wrong?
I don’t remember at all
And she says it’s been so long.
I sent her on her way, of course…
But why do I feel such remorse?

I am the owner of hundreds of acres
People look to me.
If I lived with that tramp
What would they think?
But who was she?

I sent her on her way, of course
But why do I feel such remorse?

Who was she?
This woman who said she had married me?
Her belly swollen with her pregnancy?
The look of love upon her face
When she saw me, I can’t erase
Who was she?

Will I be doomed to wonder ever more
Why I just can’t recall her from before?
And will she live or will she die?
I sent her off, I watched her cry.
What am I?

How can I ever face my fellow men?
How can I go back home again?
Her soul belongs to me, she said
It’s been a year since we were wed!
I sent her off into the snow
I didn’t think where she would go!
Who was she?
I do not know!

And on my life, I swear it’s true
My wife, I can’t remember you?
Who was she?
I wish I knew?


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5. Death of Merope (Death of Fantine)
Merope has collapsed on the steps of Mrs. Cole’s orphanage.

MEROPE: Why has it turned so cold?
Why are the lights all fading?
Why do I feel like it’s
The dead of night?

MRS. COLE: Come inside.

MEROPE: Madame, I have no money.

MRS. COLE: Doesn’t matter, come in and rest, honey.
Come inside and sit beside the fire
And stay with us until you’re full and happier and drier.
Hurry in, you look like you’re near dying.
Tracks of tears streak down your face from crying.

MEROPE: There’s a darkness that comes without a warning.
Please keep my baby here with you, I’ll be gone by the morning.
Mrs. Cole, my time is running out.
But please let my child stay when I am gone.
Here I lie and watch the children play…
Shooting marbles, singing songs.
My boy Tom—I’ll name him for his father—
Take him now
I hope I’m not a bother.
Mrs. Cole, I’m nearly off to heaven.

MRS. COLE: Ma’am, none will ever harm your son as long as I am living.

MEROPE: Take my hand… the night grows ever colder.

MRS. COLE: This drink will keep you warm.

MEROPE: Take the boy, I give him to your keeping.

MRS. COLE: Take shelter from the storm.

MEROPE: I know that I won’t wake from my sleeping
I hope Tom grows up big and strong
And handsome like his pa…


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6. Dumbledore’s Recommendation (Confrontation)

DUMBLEDORE: Ah, Tom, at last
We see each other plain…
I’ve heard of you
And Dumbledore’s my name.

TOM: Before you say another word, old man
Before you drag me to the loony bin
Listen to me, there’s a warning you must heed.
I am so much more than a suffering child
And if you think you can intercede
Remember, mighty trees spring from small seeds.

DUMBLEDORE: I promise you, I mean no harm.
I promise you.

TOM: Ha, you think me mad!
No one can prove I hurt that kid
None can explain the things I did
And that includes you.

(In counterpoint)

Believe of me what you will.
You never will know just what I can do.
You know nothing of my life
You just want to check my head.
But I’m my own boss, I’m nobody’s son.
I am warning you, old man
I can hurt people, I can!
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run!
I am warning you old man
You’d prefer it if you ran
If I have to kill you here
I’ll do what must be done.


DUMBLEDORE: (In counterpoint) I do not think you’re deranged
But I notice something strange.
You hurt people at will.
But all great wizards seek power sometime
Even go so far as to kill.
I’m sure your life can turn around
You’re new to the gifts you found.
I will give you a fair chance
Though I’ll keep a watchful eye
Of the ways genius corrupts
No one knows better than I.
You know nothing of me, Tom
Untethered by dad or mom
I once sought Dark Arts like you,
Tom, I was an orphan, too.

(He sets the wardrobe on fire.)

DUMBLEDORE: And this I swear to you tonight…

TOM: My future’s never looked so bright!

DUMBLEDORE: You’ll be a wizard, you’ll be taught!

TOM: Think of the power that I’ve got!

DUMBLEDORE: I’ll try to lead you to the light.

BOTH: I promise you, I will be there.


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7. Castle of Hogwarts (Castle on a Cloud)

TOM: There is a castle called Hogwarts
I’m going there in just one week.
No more will I be called a freak
Not in the castle of Hogwarts.

I killed kids’ pets, I stole their toys.
Hated and feared by girls and boys.
I’ll start afresh, I’ll find cohorts
There at the castle of Hogwarts.

There is a lady working here
Public servant, but slave to beer.
She takes my hand, I flinch at her touch.
She lies to me, says she’ll miss me so much.

So many days I’ve spent alone
I’ll find a place that’s all my own.
I’ll find a place all… Voldemort’s
There at the castle of Hogwarts.


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8. Heir of Slytherin (Master of the House)
Years have passed and Tom is now a fifth year at Hogwarts.

TOM: Everyone knows
Teachers run schools
But at Hogwarts
Here, it’s me who rules!
As for the rest
All of them dumb.
No one’s yet realized what I’ve become.
Seldom do you see
Teachers’ pets like me
Wreaking havoc, chaos, and catastrophe!

Heir of Slytherin
Doling out the charm.
Teachers love it when you pile on the smarm.
Help the teachers out
Open doors with care.
That includes the chamber, but let’s not split hairs!
Glad to do the teachers favours
Doesn’t cost me to be nice.
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price.

Heir of Slytherin
Keeper of the snakes.
Sic ‘em on the students when they make mistakes.
Getting teachers drunk
Sitting back to wait.
Learning Dark Arts secrets when they can’t think straight!
Everybody loves Tom Riddle
Everybody’s bosom friend.
I’m playing human bingo
Jingo! But I’ll kill ‘em in the end!

Heir of Slytherin
Quick to catch your eye.
If I was a Basilisk, that means you’d die!
Humble, shy, and poor
Handsome, bright, and kind.
Sneaky evil plotter who can read your mind!
Everybody’s favourite student
Everybody’s bestest bud!
But evil thoughts are swirlin’,
Merlin! Watch the taps all run with blood!

Made a Horcrux
And it’s a beaut!
Certainly beats a manky old boot.
Pure evil? Yes.
Some say they’re worse
More than an Unforgivable Curse.
Just a simple book
“Till you look inside.
Horcruxes are great reasons for homicide!

Petrifying kids
Sorry, sonny Jim!
Get an oaf called Hagrid and pretend it’s him.
Having chats with snakes
Feeding them live cats
Dogs, whole pigs, and little kids, and this and that.
Won a special service prize, too.
Watched the teachers swell with pride.
Little do they know, it’s thanks to me that awful Myrtle died.

Cursing kids who stare
Crucios for glares
Even more if they snore like asthmatic bears.
Blackmailing the kids
Bribery’s too soft!
Ask them how they feel about their heads cut off!
When it comes to quiet terror
There’s a lot of tricks I know.
Storin’ up my ammo
Whammo! And just watch the sucker go!

DEATH EATERS: Heir of Slytherin
Quick to catch your eye
If he was a Basilisk, that means, you’d die!
Humble, shy, and poor
Handsome, bright, and kind.
Sneaky evil plotter who can read your mind!
He’s the world’s best evil leader
Gives us everything he’s got!

TOM: Petty, weak, and silly,
Really! They’re a pretty sorry lot.

MINERVA: He thinks he’s royalty—a lord? Absurd!
I’m thinking ‘queen’ would be a better word!
Heir of Slytherin?
Don’t buy that a bit.
He’s no more than just another creepy git.
Probably insane
Won’t wear underwear.
Tends to wear eyeliner—though he’s got great hair!
What a cruel trick of Dippet’s
Lumping me with such a louse.
It’s hardly a secret he’s an awful prefect for his house!

TOM: Heir of Slytherin!

MINERVA: Air’s what’s in your head!

TOM: Future world dictator…

MINERVA: And nearly brain-dead!

TOM: This school’s like a dog eating from my palm.

MINERVA: Quit the evil act, ‘cause you don’t fool me, Tom!

DEATH EATERS: Everybody loves Tom Riddle.

MINERVA: Aka Lord Volderkins!

TOM: Everyone raise your wands high!

MINERVA: Stick ‘em in Tom Riddle’s eye!

ALL: Raise ‘em in the air, ‘cause he’s the heir of all the Slytherins!


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9. Tom Goes Horcrux-Happy (Thenardiers’ Waltz of Treachery)
Tom pays a visit to Morfin.

MORFIN: Why are you here today?
Come to carry our treasure away?

TOM: What a friendly welcome
For your sister Merope’s own son.

MORFIN: Her husband lives there—

TOM: Great!
Thank you for you help… OBLIVIATE!

He steals the ring and heads off for the Riddle house.

TOM: Dear Mama, gone to rest
Did you do for her child what is best?
I’m your son… I’m your own.
I’m your own filthy flesh, blood, and bone.
Yes, your bone, Papa.
I think the hatred’s mutual
And I will ease the parting blow.
I’ll make it quick and painless—right now, indeed.
Apologies are past what I need.

He kills them and leaves.

Later, at Hepzibah Smith’s.


HEPZIBAH: Tom, my boy, come and see
Special treasures of my family.
Come and see, Tommy dear
Look at this cup and locket right here.
Not that I’ll name a price
These are not for sale—told Borgin twice.

TOM: Mrs. Smith, now I think
It’s time for your hot chocolate drink.
Please let me—with my back turned.
(To himself) Foolish woman, you’d think you’d have learned.


Next, we see him looking distorted and icky years later, asking Dumbledore for a job.

TOM: No more chat. Name your price.
You would do well to heed my advice.

DUMBLEDORE: (Pleasantly) Tom, heed mine. Say goodbye.
Please don’t come back for another try.

TOM: That’s a choice you’ll regret.
This will be a day you won’t forget.

(He exits to ominous organ music.)


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10. Scars (Stars)

Tom is now Voldemort, his transformation complete, but he’s tossing and turning in his sleep.

VOLDEMORT: Sometimes when the dark falls
I dream I’m defeated
Fallen from grace
Fallen from grace
Thanks to a baby!
A worthless young brat
With a scar on his face
With a scar on his face.

I see it loom in the dark
Although I am the Dark Lord.
And I know that no one can defeat me
That I’m worshipped, adored.
I dream I’ll fall as Grindelwald fell
Be sneered upon, abhorred!

Scars
Like a lightning bolt
Dancing and taunting
Filling the darkness.
They mock me at night!
Telling me I can’t win
Against Dumbledore
And his forces of light
And his forces of light.

It isn’t my plan to die
Defeat just isn’t my game.
I’m invincible! Forever strong!
Never weak! Never lame!
If I fall, I’ll fall like the phoenix
And rise again in flame.

And so it has been and always will be
Everyone will kneel before me
I’ll not falter, I’ll never fall
And they’ll all see.

So why does J.K. Rowling still scare me?
I’d move to Mars
But still never rest!
Because I’d still dream
I’d still dream about scars!


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11. Look ‘Round (Look Down)

WITCHES AND WIZARDS: Look down and see the corpses at your feet!
Look at the work of this inhuman man!
Look ‘round and see the blood run down the street!
Look ‘round, look ‘round
Who knows how this began?

VOLDEMORT: How do you do, I’m the Dark Lord!
Be a Death Eater, stay alive!
The wand is more powerful than the sword
Throw me a wand, I’ll parry five.
This is a different, new society
This is a land of living hell.
It seems my men are feeling riot-y.
Ring out the funereal bell.
Want to live?
To be free?
Follow me! Follow me!

WITCHES AND WIZARDS: Look at the work of this inhuman man
Look ‘round, look ‘round, who knows how this began?


BELLATRIX: Rod and I will come
Scratch our inner itch.
I’ve a thirst for killing
And my lust for blood still burns.

VOLDEMORT: Help me kill those bums
That’s a proper witch.
I can see we’ll hit it off
You and Rod can take turns.

LUCIUS: Think I’ll join as well
Pick the winning side
Doing anything else
Would be suicide.

FENRIR: Count me in then, too
Some call me insane
But I like to eat people
Uh, especially the brain.

WITCHES AND WIZARDS: When’s it gonna end?
Are we gonna live?
Someone’s gotta stop him now or something’s gotta give
It’ll come, it’ll come, it’ll come.

VOLDEMORT: I am the leader of this band
I’m the ringmaster of this show.
Only one man rules here—that’s me!
Nothing can stop me, make me go!

WOMAN: That’s my baby’s head!

MAN: Help me in my shame!

WITCHES AND WIZARDS: Do something about our dread in Merlin’s pants’s name

WOMAN: In his plaid boxers’ name.

WITCHES AND WIZARDS: In the name, in the name, in the name.
Please help us now, we’re fading fast
Won’t last the week out, so they say.

VOLDEMORT: With all the Mudbloods in the land
How long before their final day?
Before we cut the scumbags down to size.
Before each last blood traitor dies.

ALL: Look at the work of this merciless man
Look ‘round, look ‘round, who knows how this began?


* * * * * *



12. Skull and Snake, Green and Red (Red and Black)

BELLATRIX: In Hogsmeade, all the Mudbloods are destroyed.

RODOLPHUS: At Godric’s Hollow, they’re nearly wiped out.

LUCIUS: Cronies, minions, everyone
There’s a river on the run.
Like the flowing of the tide
Britain coming to our side!

VOLDEMORT: The time is near!

FENRIR: So near I’m slurping the blood from their veins!

VOLDEMORT: And yet, beware.

FENRIR: Because I might just eat your brains!

Everyone looks at him strangely.

VOLDEMORT: For the army we fight is a dangerous foe
Though the Ministry fell to our feet.
It is easy to sit here and swat ‘em like flies
But the Order, I fear, will be harder to beat.
We need a sign
To rally the people
To call them to arms
To bring them in line.

Enter Snape.

Severus, you’re late.

BELLATRIX: What’s wrong today?
You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.

LUCIUS: Sit down and say what’s going on.

SNAPE: A girl I’ve known for my whole life
Married today, she’s now a wife.
One minute there, the next one gone.

BELLATRIX: I am agog, I am aghast!
Is Severus in love at last?
I’ve never heard him ooh and aah!

RODOLPHUS: We talk of battles to be one
Then in Snape walks like Don Juuu-an!
It’s just like a soap opera!

VOLDEMORT: (Patently ignoring them) It is time for us all to decide who we are.
We can’t just sit around talking of soap operas now.
Have you asked of yourself why you’ve joined today?
It is not just a game for purebloods to play
We’ve overthrown the world
It’s changing day by day.

Snake—the life that springs from death!
Skull—a victim’s skeleton!

LUCIUS: Skull—someone who’s smelled Snape’s breath!

VOLDEMORT: (Glaring) Snake—the sign of Slytherin!

SNAPE: Had you been there tonight, you might know how it feels
To be stuck to the bone with pure horror and fright.

VOLDEMORT: Had you been here on time, you might also have seen
All the colours of spells, all the bright beams of light.

SNAPE: Why does this seem so wrong and Lily seems so right?

DEATH EATERS: Green—the noble killing curse!
Red—the dashing Crucios!
Green—a bruise that’s getting worse!
Red—a victim’s blood that flows!

SNAPE: (Simultaneous with above) Green—envy that never dies!
Red—the pain when she’s not there!
Green—the colour of her eyes!
Red—the colour of her hair!

VOLDEMORT: Severus, you’re no longer a child.
I do not doubt you mean it well
But now there is a higher call.
Look at me and my shattered soul!
We strive toward a larger goal.
Love doesn’t matter, not at all!

EVERYONE BUT SNAPE: Snake—the life that springs from death!
Skull—a victim’s skeleton!
Skull—someone who’s smelled Snape’s breath!
Snake—the sign of Slytherin!


* * * * * *



13. Do You Hear the People Scream? (Do You Hear the People Sing)

VOLDEMORT: Do you hear the people scream?
Screaming the screams of dying men?
Yes, it is music to my ears
Because they can’t fight back again!
When the beating of their hearts
Cease and they grow cold, stiff, and numb
There is a life about to end when tomorrow comes!

Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with us?
There’s Bella, Rod, Rabastan, Fenrir, Me, and Severus.
Or don’t join the fight, have your last rites and go back to dust!

Do you hear the people scream?
Screaming the screams of dying men?
Yes, it is music to my ears
Because they can’t fight back again!
When the beating of their hearts
Cease and they grow cold, stiff, and numb
There is a life about to end when tomorrow comes!

Will you give all you can give so that the Dark Lord may advance?
Most will die, but some will live
It might be you, so take the chance!
The blood of the traitors
Will spread ‘cross the sea into France!

Do you hear the people scream?
Screaming the screams of dying men?
Yes, it is music to my ears
Because they can’t fight back again!
When the beating of their hearts
Cease and they grow cold, stiff, and numb
There is a life about to end when tomorrow comes!