Harry: "How dare you! I'll have you know that I'm the youngest person to have ever learnt the Patronus at thirteen.."
Sneering Snape: "Give it a rest Potter. I know all kinds of.....(eyes glittering with malice) Dark (in a silky voice) Magic...
Harry: "So what! I've got Voldemort's soul inside of me, you old Dungeon bat."
Snape, whipping out his wand, and pointing it between Harry's bushy eyebrows (Oh wait....sorry, that's Hermione.):
"Lucy...uh, I mean Lucius (sallow face flushes) has taught me all kinds of Dark spells pip squeak."
Harry, rolling his emerald, jade, eyes like Lily's, Eyes as green as a lush carpet of rolling grass: "Oooh, I'm so scared."
Jagged flashes of lightening, light up the star-sparkled, midnight black, inky, dark sky, in an eerie glow.
Both boys feels shivers of apprehension dance up their spines, as the sky lights up with the Dark Mark.
Suddenly...( Da da da da...) Voldemort, He- Who -Must- not- Be- Named, The Dark Lord, Moldy Voldy, You-Know-Who, appears, his blood-red eyes glowing in the Dark.
"Mahahaha (learnt that from the Evil Dairy Queen). I can evaporate the both of you, with a single Avada Kedavra!!" he said, in a deeply evil, very blood-curdling cackle.
Snape, who crosses arms against his skinny chest, and glares at his small, dark, messy-haired, emerald-eyed, bespeckled nemesis:
"This is all YOUR fault Pothead."
Harry, who begins to clutch his now angry, red, lightening-bolted, clammy, forehead, and falls to the ground, screaming in pain that feels like a thousand needles puncturing his already scar-riddled from abuse by the Dursleys, thin frame, from being starved by the Dursleys:
"Shut up you greasy, oily, clumpy-haired Snivellus and DO something!!! "
Snape, lifting a very dark, arched eye-brow, that reached to the greasy, stringy, strands of dark hair, clinging to his clammy, pale, sour-milk coloured brow:
"Oh quit whining like a baby Potter," he sneered, kicking Harry's very thin, very bony frame.
Harry saying through gritted, clenched teeth: "Give it a rest you skinny, smelly, slimy, snakey Slytherin."
Snape, whose eyes flashed dangerously, maliciously, darkening in smouldering anger:
"Better than being a-"
"Enough!!!" Bellowed Voldemort, old Snake Eyes, Tom-Cat Riddle, and stalked off in the other direction, meeting one of his, Dark-hooded, arse-licking, Voldy-loving followers.
"Master,' he snivelled, as he bent before the Dark Lord's flowing robes, kissing Tom's smelly, stinky, toe-jammed, shrivelled toes.
"Did you take care of the back-stabbing traitor, and the skinny, saviour-of-the- wizarding world, four-eyed, scar-faced, Horcrux-encrusted Potter?"
"No Need Goyle," he hissed, and purred silkily, "I'm just going to wait till they kill each other..."
Who Would Win?
The End.