Collection of drabbles written for my LJ community, hpfic_contest
He loved to watch them dance; their arms flailing about like ribbons as they twisted and turned to the music he made. Faces perfectly schooled they spun faster and faster to the rhythm; legs jerking beneath their weight, toes struggling to balance their writhing bodies in a flurry of motion that left him breathless.
Exhausted and broken they'd collapse at his feet; whimpering and begging for him to end the dance even while their bodies twitched to the musical laughter of his audience.
Disappointed, he always was, to see the performance end so soon, he was gracious and always rewarded them. The green light erupted from the end of his wand, the dancers jerking violently before forever lying still.
Frowning Lord Voldemort walked away mourning the loss of his favorite ballet, already contemplating the next performance.
So beautiful was their pain.