All right then, I'm gonna try my hand at… song fics! As you may or may not know, I'm a die-hard Queen fan (explains my name), so my first attempt at this will be to the music of Bohemian Rhapsody! Hopefully you know what the song sounds like, if not, go download it now! I command you! This is going to be quite lame, but I need to try this, even if it's just the once.

This is my life

In your literary fantasy

The story from my eyes

This was my reality

Just opened my eyes

The Dark Mark in the skies, you see

I was just a small boy, why did he attack me?

Because he killed my mum, and my dad

Thought I would be an easy go

Voldie, mum says up yours, you thought it didn't really matter

Voldie, just killed my dad

Put his wand against his head

Avada Kedavra, now he's dead

Voldie, my life had just begun

But now they're dead and I must away

Voldie, ooo

You saw and heard her cry

They're never coming back, how can I face tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, you don't think this even matters

Bastard, your time has come

Take the life away from mum

Can't hurt me, your power's gone

You said, goodbye Harry Potter - you've got to go

But, your curse flew back up your behind and your powers were gone

Voldie, ooo

You couldn't make me die

I'll bet you wish you'd never even tried at all

I see a large silhouetto of a man

Mother, father, please make the giant go

Thunderclap, no lightning, motorcycle frightening me

Howling man, cries aloud

At the sight, all around

Tears are shed for the loss, come little boy, let us go

But, I'm just a little boy, please don't hurt me

Come now little boy, to your new family

How could you end the life of such a monstrosity?

Little boy, how did you, how did you make him go?

He killed my dad! Mum had to make him go

But, how could you make him go?

My mum is dead! But, she had to make him go

How did you make him go?

They're both dead! I knew he had to go

You made him go

I knew he had to go

You made him go

I knew he had to go

Had to go, go, go, go, go, go

Mama mia, mama mia, mama, she made him go

Lord Voldemort was defeated by mum, and dad and me

He thought he could rule all and make many cry

He thought he could kill them and he would never die

Oh, Voldie, sorry you were wrong, Voldie

So, you should just get out, get right out of our lives

You thought it didn't matter

But, now you see

It really mattered, really mattered to me

And my mum says, up yours

Well, how was it? I've read a few song fics before, and I know this one wasn't very good. But, everyone's got to start somewhere. If I get good reviews on this, I might try another one. Yes, up yours is a favorite phrase of mine. Now, I must away because I just bought a new Queen record (yes, on vinyl), The Game, and I really want to listen to it. One more question, am I lame for having a record player in my room? This guy told me that admitting I have a record player is like admitting I have a Macintosh. What the hell is wrong with either of them? I don't have a Mac, and I know PC's are better, but, it's still a computer. And anyways, record players are so much better than CD players IMHO. Sorry for the rant. Ta ta for now! ~ Mother Mercury ~