Voldemort's Faint Sorrow

"Heh heh heh..."

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction. He was about to say something when his eyes suddenly widened.

Two hands appeared in the gray-black smoke. The way they held the Wand looked less like they were about to cast a spell and more like they were conducting a Symphony.

No!

He screamed inwardly, No!

But it was too late. Anthony's singing suddenly rang out.

That same inescapable nightmare of a song!

"Voldemort's Faint Sorrow"

"Hmm~~~~" A gentle, drifting note, like a Banshee's Wail.

No. Voldemort keenly sensed the difference. Unlike the version he had sung on the roof of the Ministry of Magic last time, that ungrateful apprentice had actually improved the song!

He seemed to hear the Banshee laughing.

The laughter was like someone running beneath a veil in the sunset, running and running, leaving tiny footprints on the beach by the sea. Even the footprints were filled with joy!

Shit!

Anthony had actually combined the song with his sleazy, disgusting Tickling Charm?

"Hmm~~~~ Ah~~~~~~"

"Tonight~~ my Professor Voldemort~~~~ is feeling a little sad~~~"

"My professor~~~ has a faint sorrow~~~"

Voldemort clenched the Wand in his hand and quickly pressed it against his chin. He had found a way to fight it. Yes, he had found a way to fight it!

Absolutely!

He would never be hurt by this magic again!

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The song seemed to possess a strange magic, carrying a light, jaunty melody that infected everyone in the Conference Room. They burst into laughter.

Anthony: "My professor~~~ has a faint sorrow~~~"

Everyone: "Ha ha ha ha..."

Anthony: "He's so sorrowful, and yet so happy~~~"

Everyone: "Ha ha ha ha..."

Damn it!

Anthony Weasley, you're dead!

Is this seriously the only trick you've got? Damn it!

Voldemort's head was buzzing. At last, he couldn't