Okay, so we've been thinking about what to write and based on your reviews, voila! Thus came the birth of TWILIGHT vs. HARRY POTTER!!! Read and review, as always. Flames will be ignored. Get ready for the first showdown: Aro vs. Voldemort!

Aro and Voldemort

The chatter was going to drive Voldemort insane. He'd recently been in Italy, supervising the recruitment of a group of werewolves for his campaign, when he'd inadvertently stumbled upon a rather unique city with a rather interesting ruling family. And evidentially the Volturi of Volterra had found him interesting as well. Well, one in particular. Aro had been so interested that he'd followed Voldemort home, all the way back to England. He'd had no idea how annoying vampires could be.

He'd just returned from the Department of Mysteries where the maddening Harry Potter had foiled his plans. Again. His mood wasn't improved by the inane chattering of one Aro of Volterra.

"Well, maybe if you'd concentrated on the prophecy instead of personal vendettas against a fourteen year old boy, that wouldn't have happened." mumbled Aro condescendingly. He watched as Voldemort paced back and forth, and seemed delighted the mounting rage his remarks were causing the wizard.

"He's sixteen, for your knowledge. And you haven't seemed to be able to solveyour problems with that human girl you've been ranting about." said Voldemort in retaliation. It seemed to have the desired affect as Aro glared at him with obvious anger.

"Well she's eighteen and she has two whole supernatural families protecting her!"

"So? You have an entire army! Besides, Harry has the whole school and the Order protecting him!"

"Well you have those Death Eaters! But then, they're not really much better than cowering idiots, are they?"

"What did you just say?!"

"At least I have a proper army! Not like you're ragtag group of sorry recruits!"

Voldemort halted in mid-stride, and whirled to face him, murder in his eyes. Aro looked back coolly.

"And you're not even properly immortal are you? Not at all like me; I've been ruling for nearly a thousand years."

"Excuse me?" Voldemort replied, his voice dangerously soft. "Can't you be easily killed with fire?"

Aro seemed unaware of Voldemort's sudden change of tone, and replied smugly, "No one would be able to vanquish me in battle. Besides, haven't you already been beaten by a one year old boy?"

Suddenly the rage that had been simmering in Voldemort for hours burst into a boil. Without warning, he drew his wand.

"INCENDIO!" he bellowed as Aro erupted in a column of fire. When he turned away, he left nothing but a pile of fine, white ash behind him.

If only everyone was that easy to kill, he thought with a smirk.

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