Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or A Very Potter Musical.

A/N: Yes, there is shameless self-insertion in this fic, and blatant misuse of my Authoress Powers. If you don't like this kind of stupidity, leave. If you read it, you've been warned. Don't flame me.

Tap Dancing Trouble

She stood there, a thoughtful frown on her tan face as she regarded the evil Dark Lord Voldemort. He had his wand aimed directly at her, but she wasn't scared. Instead, she was curious about something that she had just thought of. It was so straining on her mind, that she just had to ask him right there, in the middle of the battle.

"Um...dude?"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"Do you know how to tap dance?"

Silence pervaded the room, even the fight had stopped to consider this bizarre question. All eyes were on Voldemort as they awaited his answer. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who thought about that.

His red eyes narrowed as he regarded the slightly mental child before him, who was asking this question seriously. There was no trace of a smile on her face, no smirk. She seriously wanted to know if he could tap dance. The only thing that he could think of that explained this question, was that she had watched A Very Potter Musical.

"Does it really matter? I mean we're in the middle of a fight..."

"Answer the question, or I will use my Authoress Powers to hurt you."

"Authoress...damn...they let you have a keyboard?"

"And crayons."

That revelation scared everyone, because nobody knew what she was capable of. The girl looked at him, a look of curiosity and underlying evil in her amber eyes. If it was at all possible, Voldemort felt like he was going to make a bit of a mess.

"Do you?"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light just kind of bounced off of her, and her eyes turned a demonic shade of red. Sometimes, pissing off an Authoress was like pissing off Zeus. Painful.

A blast of fire engulfed the Dark Lord. It didn't kill him, but it looked like it hurt like hell. He scowled and shot more spells at her, only to have them shot back in quick succession.

"Answer the question."

"What was the question?"

"Do. You. Tap. Dance?"

Since he didn't answer fast enough, Levana flicked her hand and made him start doing a Rockette style dance with the Death Eaters, Order members, and Ron. It paid to have unlimited powers...until the Powers That Be decide you've abused them too much...

"Why did you stop dancing?"

"It seems your powers have stopped working."

"Uh oh..."

Several angry witches and wizards began advancing on the poor girl, who promptly ran off, laughing like a maniac. So her powers were temporarily suspended...she'd be back. At least for now, the two warring factions of wizards/witches could fight in peace.

"What are the chances she'll be back?"

"Sadly enough, I don't think we have long to wait."

"She really needs to visit Saint Mungo's. The girl's more psychotic than Bellatrix!"

"I HEARD THAT!"

The End.