Addictively Filking
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tabular_rasaWatching the men's marathon. The Olympics are almost over. Very sad. I really didn't watch all that much of them. I'll probably (try to) watch the closing ceremonies; I watched most of the opening one.
I still wish it was still summer vacation.
Grama and Winston are here.
I really don't have anything to say.
So now I will deluge you with massive amounts of parodies.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM: I try my best
In every class,
But Snape hates me,
And I barely pass.
I’m not so brave;
Sometimes I feel like a Squib.
Everytime I try to fly, I fall;
Then Malfoy steals my Remembrall.
I guess I’m just a failure.
And everytime Harry plays the hero,
I try my best, too, but fail though.
I guess I’m just a failure.
My parents were
Great heros too.
But when I fight alone,
I only lose.
How can this be?
The Prophecy could be of me.
And everytime I try to fly, I fall;
Then Malfoy steals my Remembrall.
I guess I’m just a failure.
And everytime Harry plays the hero,
I try my best, too, but fail though.
I guess I’m just a failure.
I may seem Hufflepuff,
But the Hat saw honor in me.
One day I’ll have enough
Of Harry outdoing me . . .
Ohhh . . .
Someday my Gran
Will say she’s as proud of me
As Dad.
And everytime I try to fly, I fall;
Then Malfoy steals my Remembrall.
I guess I’m just a failure.
And everytime Harry plays the hero,
I try my best, too, but fail though.
I guess I’m just a failure.
LORD VOLDEMORT: So you thought I was dead, huh? You had a wand; you could have raised me up.
How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
So strong, so full of powerful mutations;
I could do whatever after all these transformations, I had
You so close, Death Eaters across the nation.
But when you thought I died no one was right by my side with a potion to revive on,
Blood to resurrect, and a cauldron to stew my feeble self inside it.
You said you all even had the same type of childhood I did,
But I know that isn’t true because your surnames are prided,
And mine, I hide it. You did my work and were rewarded beside me.
Then I blew up, blew away, as time went on, you gave up,
To my utter disappointment and great surprises.
Now I feel the fear, I just can’t describe it,
As much as your devotion tries to hide it.
You’re scared; you cower in fear.
In your eyes is the look of great tension;
I can sense it, and I don’t like it.
How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
LUCIUS MALFOY: It was my dream at first to be the Muggles’ worst
Nightmare, and you helped me by making me a Death Eater first.
So I came to your side, and I’d have killed Mudbloods first,
Before I let them disrespect you and call you names even worse.
I was second in command– except for maybe that Bella–
But now I have a family, my Draco and Narcissa.
I still kept involved with it; did you see my Dark Mark?
At the Quidditch World Cup, that was some fancy Dark Arts–
But me not getting arrested for my cause must have hurt your pride or something.
At any sign of your return I would have been back to your side.
But you’re saying I’m disloyal and you I denied.
Since you fell, I’ve been trying to keep a low profile,
And you’re acting like that’s something that isn’t worth my while.
I am truly your servant; I’m telling you I have faith.
So don’t hate the survivor
Because he wanted to be safe.
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
WORMTAIL: You’re only back up because I raised you up,
But you’re acting like I gotta cower in fear for my flop.
Living in your house I fed you right from the tube,
Getting gossip from that Jorkins who was speaking on who
Was protecting that Potter who was your downfall.
You came to his bed, and *poof,* you were dead,
But I could have stayed rat but came to you instead.
See the demon in your grin; since I saved you we’ve been friends.
You gave me this arm ‘cuz I pledge loyal to the end.
Now though I’m hated in your eyes and consider low down with the flies,
You know you need me, Dark Lord, for my Animagi disguise.
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come?
WORMTAIL: When you talk it’s so bitter tonight,
And–
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come?
WORMTAIL: It’s my fault for how you lost your own life?
I gave you what you wanted: the Potter’s hiding place.
And now you make it so I can’t even look you in the face.
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
And, by request, lol:
NARCISSA:
12 Grimmauld Place, in the middle of the first war.
I’m waitin’ for my marriage to Malfoy.
Androm’da’s long gone, a baby and a husband,
She didn’t listen when I said beware that boy.
We’re Black-blooded, with our cool, arrogant smiles.
Black-blooded, with our Dark wizarding styles.
Pureblood lineage that’ll bring you to your knees.
Black-blooded family.
Bellatrix is in the Dark Lord’s inner circle.
Green lightning: another victim falls.
Sirius is in the heart of every schoolgirl.
Says he’d rather break away than heed our call.
The route he took, it was sin each way we looked.
Always different, he left us without regret . . .
We’re Black-blooded, with our cool, arrogant smiles.
Black-blooded, with our Dark wizarding styles.
Pureblood lineage that’ll bring you to your knees.
Black-blooded family.
Every act that Regulus did, he did for the pure blood.
Except for that last time, and he died so young.
Not meant among . . .
The Black-blooded, with our cool, arrogant smiles.
Black-blooded, with our Dark wizarding styles.
Pureblood lineage that’ll bring you to your knees.
Black-blooded family.
I can't tell if I like having Narcissa narrate it or not. I might redo it or something; Bellatrix seems like she'd be more the type to sing something steamy like that. I dunno.
. . . plus there's more where that came from at http://home.att.net/~coriolan/hpfilks.htm . . . all the ones by Murasaki on the New Filks page are mine. Plus a whole new bunch of them are going up later, also many of mine.
This is an addictive habit.
I still wish it was still summer vacation.
Grama and Winston are here.
I really don't have anything to say.
So now I will deluge you with massive amounts of parodies.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM: I try my best
In every class,
But Snape hates me,
And I barely pass.
I’m not so brave;
Sometimes I feel like a Squib.
Everytime I try to fly, I fall;
Then Malfoy steals my Remembrall.
I guess I’m just a failure.
And everytime Harry plays the hero,
I try my best, too, but fail though.
I guess I’m just a failure.
My parents were
Great heros too.
But when I fight alone,
I only lose.
How can this be?
The Prophecy could be of me.
And everytime I try to fly, I fall;
Then Malfoy steals my Remembrall.
I guess I’m just a failure.
And everytime Harry plays the hero,
I try my best, too, but fail though.
I guess I’m just a failure.
I may seem Hufflepuff,
But the Hat saw honor in me.
One day I’ll have enough
Of Harry outdoing me . . .
Ohhh . . .
Someday my Gran
Will say she’s as proud of me
As Dad.
And everytime I try to fly, I fall;
Then Malfoy steals my Remembrall.
I guess I’m just a failure.
And everytime Harry plays the hero,
I try my best, too, but fail though.
I guess I’m just a failure.
LORD VOLDEMORT: So you thought I was dead, huh? You had a wand; you could have raised me up.
How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
So strong, so full of powerful mutations;
I could do whatever after all these transformations, I had
You so close, Death Eaters across the nation.
But when you thought I died no one was right by my side with a potion to revive on,
Blood to resurrect, and a cauldron to stew my feeble self inside it.
You said you all even had the same type of childhood I did,
But I know that isn’t true because your surnames are prided,
And mine, I hide it. You did my work and were rewarded beside me.
Then I blew up, blew away, as time went on, you gave up,
To my utter disappointment and great surprises.
Now I feel the fear, I just can’t describe it,
As much as your devotion tries to hide it.
You’re scared; you cower in fear.
In your eyes is the look of great tension;
I can sense it, and I don’t like it.
How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
LUCIUS MALFOY: It was my dream at first to be the Muggles’ worst
Nightmare, and you helped me by making me a Death Eater first.
So I came to your side, and I’d have killed Mudbloods first,
Before I let them disrespect you and call you names even worse.
I was second in command– except for maybe that Bella–
But now I have a family, my Draco and Narcissa.
I still kept involved with it; did you see my Dark Mark?
At the Quidditch World Cup, that was some fancy Dark Arts–
But me not getting arrested for my cause must have hurt your pride or something.
At any sign of your return I would have been back to your side.
But you’re saying I’m disloyal and you I denied.
Since you fell, I’ve been trying to keep a low profile,
And you’re acting like that’s something that isn’t worth my while.
I am truly your servant; I’m telling you I have faith.
So don’t hate the survivor
Because he wanted to be safe.
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
WORMTAIL: You’re only back up because I raised you up,
But you’re acting like I gotta cower in fear for my flop.
Living in your house I fed you right from the tube,
Getting gossip from that Jorkins who was speaking on who
Was protecting that Potter who was your downfall.
You came to his bed, and *poof,* you were dead,
But I could have stayed rat but came to you instead.
See the demon in your grin; since I saved you we’ve been friends.
You gave me this arm ‘cuz I pledge loyal to the end.
Now though I’m hated in your eyes and consider low down with the flies,
You know you need me, Dark Lord, for my Animagi disguise.
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come?
WORMTAIL: When you talk it’s so bitter tonight,
And–
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come?
WORMTAIL: It’s my fault for how you lost your own life?
I gave you what you wanted: the Potter’s hiding place.
And now you make it so I can’t even look you in the face.
LORD VOLDEMORT: How come we don’t terrorize no more,
And you aren’t loyal minions no more,
You haven’t tried to find me at all,
And I don’t even feel the same faith when we gather no more,
And I heard it through the grapevine you have renounced your ways,
After all of our darker days.
There’s no way how– this can’t be true–
I never went away; it was only you.
And, by request, lol:
NARCISSA:
12 Grimmauld Place, in the middle of the first war.
I’m waitin’ for my marriage to Malfoy.
Androm’da’s long gone, a baby and a husband,
She didn’t listen when I said beware that boy.
We’re Black-blooded, with our cool, arrogant smiles.
Black-blooded, with our Dark wizarding styles.
Pureblood lineage that’ll bring you to your knees.
Black-blooded family.
Bellatrix is in the Dark Lord’s inner circle.
Green lightning: another victim falls.
Sirius is in the heart of every schoolgirl.
Says he’d rather break away than heed our call.
The route he took, it was sin each way we looked.
Always different, he left us without regret . . .
We’re Black-blooded, with our cool, arrogant smiles.
Black-blooded, with our Dark wizarding styles.
Pureblood lineage that’ll bring you to your knees.
Black-blooded family.
Every act that Regulus did, he did for the pure blood.
Except for that last time, and he died so young.
Not meant among . . .
The Black-blooded, with our cool, arrogant smiles.
Black-blooded, with our Dark wizarding styles.
Pureblood lineage that’ll bring you to your knees.
Black-blooded family.
I can't tell if I like having Narcissa narrate it or not. I might redo it or something; Bellatrix seems like she'd be more the type to sing something steamy like that. I dunno.
. . . plus there's more where that came from at http://home.att.net/~coriolan/hpfilks.htm . . . all the ones by Murasaki on the New Filks page are mine. Plus a whole new bunch of them are going up later, also many of mine.
This is an addictive habit.
