Voldy Went Down to Georgia, a harry potter fanfic

HI! it is me...i have returned. Sorry it's been ages since i updated anything...I got a d in chemistry and i can't have my normal computer back till i get a b...stupid school computers, internet is so unpredictable...anyways.

Got this idea a while back. just got around to writing it down the other day. Hope you like...

Title: Voldy Went Down to Georgia

Category: Harry Potter

Genre: Parody/Humor

Pairings: None

Rating: G

Summary: The final showdown between Harry and Voldemort. How will it all play out? Completely random. Inspired by the Charlie Daniel's Band 'Devil Went Down to Georgia'

Voldy Went Down to Georgia

October 31. The day it all started. Voldemort felt a strange sense of déjà vu as he walked up the path leading to the door of the house in Godric's Hollow. He had come to finish the job.

The previous week, he had received word that Harry Potter would be at Godric's Hollow on Halloween night. So, here he was.

"Alohomora…" The door opened soundlessly, and Voldemort stepped in. The Dark Lord felt as though every dream he had ever had had come true as he saw Harry standing in the middle of the living room.

"Thought you'd come. Always leading yourself into trouble, aren't you, Tom?" Harry said, smiling.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. Whatever do you mean by that?" Voldemort asked.

"The Chamber of Secrets…" Harry started, throwing the destroyed diary onto the floor at Voldemort's feet. "The Gaunt house…" he continued, producing the ring that Dumbledore had destroyed. "12 Grimmauld Place…" he watched the horror dawn in Voldemort's red eyes as he lifted the chain of a blackened locket from his neck. "And let's not forget these…" the green-eyed boy finished as he produced the rest of Voldemort's destroyed horcruxes one by one and dropped them at the Dark Lord's feet.

"How nice of you to find these for me…" Voldemort said, deadly malice lacing his voice.

"Too bad they're no use to you," Harry taunted, sliding his wand out of his shirt sleeve.

"No matter. I can still kill you." Voldemort produced his own wand and readied for a duel.

"Uh-uh. No duel." Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'm not doing that Priori Incantatum thing again."

"Then how will I kill you?" Voledmort asked impatiently. "I've waited sixteen years to kill you."

Devil went down to Georgia

He was looking for a soul to steal.

He was in a bind, he was way behind

And was willing to make a deal

When he came across this young man

Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot…

"A contest." Harry waved his wand and a violin appeared before him. Another wave, and one appeared in front of the Dark Lord. "A fiddling contest, to be exact."

So the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump

He said, "Boy let me tell you what.

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too,

And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy

But give the Devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul

And say I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My name's Johnny

And it might be a sin

But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret

'Cause I'm the best that's ever been."

"How childish. I would much rather we have a duel." Voldemort said, taking the violin and bow. "You will fail."

"I don't think so." Harry took up the bow and violin and smiled at his enemy. "I really don't think so."

Johnny, rosin up your bow

And play your fiddle hard.

'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia

And the Devil deals the cards.

And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold

But if you lose the Devil gets your soul!

"I will go first," Voldemort said. "And then we will see who is the greatest!"

"Fine. Go. Just stop talking." Harry rolled his eyes and gestured for the Dark Lord to begin.

The Devil opened up his case

He said "I'll start this show."

And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.

When he pulled the bow across the strings

It made an evil hiss

And then a band of demons joined in

And it sounded something like this…

As soon as the music started pouring from Voldemort's fiddle, no less than four Death Eaters apparated to the spot and watched. The sound was so weird to Harry, whose eyes were wide by this time. The music kept playing until Voldemort stopped.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," Harry said, pleased at his choice of words. Voldemort smirked at his seventeen year old arch nemesis.

"You can't win. I am the best."

"Anything you can do….I can do better. I've proven that multiple times, I believe."

When the Devil finished, Johnny said

"Well you're pretty good, old son.

But sit down in that chair right there

Let me show you how it's done!"

He played

"Fire on the mountain

Run, boys, run!

Devil's in the house of the Rising Sun.

Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.

Granny does your dog bite?

No, child, no."

"How was that?" Harry asked, taking his wand and vanishing the violins.

"Holy Merlin…" Voldemort whispered, taking up his own wand once again.

"So…I won?"

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.

So he laid the golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.

Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,

'Cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been!"

The Dark Lord did not answer. Instead, he raised his hand to his Death Eaters and signaled for them to follow him as he left Godric's Hollow, humiliated beyond words.

"Oh, Tom. I forgot something," Harry called. Voldemort turned to face the green-eyed boy.

"And what would that be?"

"This…" Harry raised his wand, suddenly serious. "Avada Kedavra." Voldemort fell in the signature green light of the Killing Curse.