The Little Lord Voldy (filk)

[Caius Marcius]

No: HPFGUIDX 26338

The Little Lord Voldy

(to the tune of Away in a Manger)

Dedicated to Pippin

At the old Riddle House, his familial turf, 
Now roughly the size and the shape of a Smurf,
He huddles for warmth by the crackling flame - 
The Little Lord Voldy, so shrunken and lame.

The Little Lord dictates by the fireplace
Wormtail's grossed-out by the sight of his face
He looks as though he just crawled out `neath a rock
But Little Lord Voldy will not call the doc.

Nagini is curled up snug at his side
Muggles who drop by do not go back outside
With visions of flesh, blood and bone in his head
The Little Lord Voldy retires to bed.