WARNING: The following is a short, badly-written piece orchestrated at three o'clock in the morning by a way-too-obsessed (even though it's not possible) Star Wars freak and Harry Potter fanatic. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Although, I can't be the first person to have thought of this. I mean, come on, the similarities are all so apparent. Raised by their aunts and uncles, fighting a dark lord, magic/ the Force, one male and one female friend, a mentor with a wicked beard who's thought to be nuts, etc.
"Stupefy!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The two spells met and locked, Harry Potter and Voldemort each trying to force their own incantation towards their opponent. Just as he was about to collapse under Voldemort's mounting pressure, Harry spun away and jumped back, the flash of green light drilling harmlessly into a nearby rock.
"Impressive," Voldemort commented lightly. Harry shot another stunning spell at the Dark Lord, who in return cast a stumbling hex. Harry fell flat onto his face, dirt grinding into his skin and rough rocks bruising his chest. "All too easy," Voldemort taunted.
Harry, using years of Quidditch training, flipped backwards and blocked Voldemort's next curse. "Most impressive." Voldemort did not waste time and wait for Harry to retake the initiative, instead battering Harry's shield with a quick barrage of curses that weakened him until his shield flickered and died all together.
Voldemort pressed the advantage, spending spell after spell flinging his way. Harry found himself stumbling backwards onto an unsteady wooden bridge.
"Harry, listen to me," Voldemort commanded, locking his hex once more against Harry's.
"No! You don't have anything to say to me!" Harry responded vehemently, pushing harder against Voldemort's spell.
"Dumbledore never told you what happened to your father."
"He told me enough!" Harry protested, voice thick with thoughts of his long dead parents, parents that he had never even known. "He told me you killed him!"
"No, Harry," Voldemort denied, then paused. "I am your father."
"Noooooooo!" Harry screamed.
FIN
A/N: Um, yeah, this is what happens when I have too much time to spend thinking about the similarities between Harry Potter and Luke Skywalker. I am still waiting eagerly for J.K. Rowling to announce this. (Hey, I can hope, right?)
Anyway, most of the lines and the entire premise belong to George Lucas (worship! worship!) while the characters belong to J.K. Rowling (worship! worship).
Please kindly disregard this as an attmempt to write with skill; I know, it has none whatsoever.