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This was one of those moments that Harry was actually glad that he had listened to Hermione's lessons on reflexes. And so with a nice little side step, he let the spell drift off to Mischa-pumpkin, immediately turning her back to a human. (This pumpkinify spell was a bit off somewhere...)

He then proceeded to walk towards Daft, but fell into a little hidden ditch directly in front of him, got his foot stuck and swore a lot.

“Take that you fiend!” roared Potter heroically, casting a curse in Voldemort’ s (Which is not that easy to pull off when wearing a yellow jumpsuit).
It missed and hit Rookwood.
“Liberty shall never be conquered!” Harry cried, diving for cover as Voldemort retaliated.
“Of course it shall be!” Voldemort answered,”I’m INVINCIBLE!”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes, I am!”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes I am!”
“How are you invincible?” asked Daft from her tree.

Voldemort drew himself to his full height.

“I,” he paused dramatically,” Have inside knowledge!”

He held up a shiny, hard cover book. Daft could just make out the embossed title ‘Dark Lords and How to beat them’ by H. Potterius.

“You Fools!” gloated Voldemort,” By publishing this rather overly priced excuse for literature, I am now privy to the innermost thoughts of your leader! Victory shall be mine! Just as soon as I’ve finished chapter fifteen.”

Potter had the grace to look slightly ashamed of himself. But also, a little pleased.

“You read my book?”

“Every day.” Groaned Snape,” He reads it to us after Morning tea. With the scones and cream” (Just because you’re an evil villain doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy homebaking.)

“Thus!” continued Voldemort,”I can now concoct counter measures to all your pitiful attempts to defeat me. Resitance is futile!”

Unfortunately, as the sticky mud had smothered Voldemorts mouth, the world was deprived the tirade of foul language he was (attempting) to expel.

Even Echo would've learnt something new.

The knowledge that all the deatheaters present were trying to forestall laughter at the use of 'Voldy', did nothing to improve his temper.

"Right!" He said. (When he could.) "Fine. You'll see! You just wait! You may have won this brief and worthless encounter but I'll be back!"

He waved his finger at Potter.

"Yes, I'll be back! More terrible and powerful than ever before because next time-" He paused for dramatic effect," I'll have even conquered that putrid and feckless emotion you insects call 'love'."

There was shocked and awed silence from the deatheaters.

"Yes," Voldemort said, acknowledging their unspoken horror,"For the good of evil (a.k.a, myself),I am willing withdraw my previous oppositions and endure even that which we said was foul and loathsome, beneath any self respecting villian of modern day wickedness."

"I know that it is an unorthodox approach," he appealed to the dismayed deatheaters," But what else is to be done? Traditional methods of felony have no effect on his yellow-jump-suited-prettiness! If I learn about his trump card, this whole 'love' business, prehaps I can find a way in which I can use you to do all the dirty work while I take all the credit, power and glory?"

Daft felt ignored. But prehaps this was a good thing, she decided, in light of present company.

Daft tried to connect the images of 'Potter' and 'Sexiness'.
And failed.

Voldemort looked at Potter.
"Eh?" He said (oh my lyrical inspiration is boundless!) "But sexiness is in the eye of the beholder. You can't be invincible on a subjective clause. Even villians know that!"
"What do you mean?" said Harry said suspiciously.
"Well, I mean- Take that girl we kidnapped, mischa or something wasn't it? She obviously found Wormtail sexy. An then there's that gender stuff. What girls find attractive- guys generally don't. And that's just a VERY generalized overview. Frankly, there's no such thing as universilised sexiness."
"Yes there is!"
"No there's not!"
"Yes, there is!"
"No, there's- look, being in denial doesn't constitute a proper arguement!"

There was a pause.

"Yes, it does!"

Voldemort swore.

Daft landed on Snape.

She got up quickly. At the best of times, she'd never been his favourite student. This was probably due to those numerous occasions where she'd caused the potions classroom to be evacuated and quarantined for a month due to the noxious fumes and poisonous residue left by her attempts at basic potion brewing.

Snape lay on the ground. He figured it would be easier than getting knocked over again. Today officially rated as one of his top worst five days.

Voldemort paused. Drinking in the full horror of the yelllow jumpsuit. Yes. A new arch nemesis. No self repsecting bad guy could be expected to combat this.

"Righto, we're off!" He said.
"-just got comfortable!" came from the lower regions.
"Ahah! Running away! How typical! How characteristic! How unbelivable predictable!" Potter had managed to purge his mouth of mud.
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Look!" said Voldemort," There's no way any decent person could expect me to stay here exchanging childish insults with a guy in a yellow jumpsuit! I'm off! It's time to find bigger, better things. Foes."
"B-but!"
"That blonde with the evil aura looked promising." Voldemort mused," Maybe we could be in competition for dictatorship of the world!"

For prehaps the seventh time in her life, Daft was happy to see her older sister. (Christmas doesn't count.)

"Sister!" she cried emotionally, running towards her with out-stretched arms.
"Argh! Back! Back I say!" Echo prudently swung Mrs. Norris between them. (Echo wasn't a very huggy person.)

Voldemort's ears twitched as he heard these familiar tones. He leaped round, with a new sparkle in his eye.

"YOU!" he declaimed in loud, ringing accents.
"YOU!" cried Potter, recognising the familiar face.
"YOU LOT!?" cried Filch, recognising both of them.

((No idea, but just to be clear, who is Harry referring to when he says "YOU?" Would that be Echo?))

Harry never thought that he would have this sort of problem. It was a given for him, the moment that he hit the magical world, that Voldemort was his sworn enemy and rival and eventually one would kill of the other. (Mainly, he would kill Voldemort because he was "supposedly" the good guy.) So when the day came that perhaps Voldemort didn't wish to be his rival any longer, it was rather a shock. He couldn't imagine living without the constant danger of being killed (adrenaline junkie, obviously) and also without the idea that someone was connected with him, by a scar, so they could look into each other's memories. It was rather a romantic idea and Harry couldn't live without it.

Looking onto the new "supposed" rival of Voldemort, he was dissapointed. 'I mean, sure there is a distinct sparkle in her eye...' he thought, 'and she has a rather pleasing form....' he frowned. 'but she's a girl! And a young one at that! And she doesn't have the jet black messy hair and scar that are the two distinct features needed for that position!' He looked indignantly at her before sitting down to sulk.