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Harry doesn't have a fashion sense and Voldemort's eyes can't take anymore.
"Ah, Tom. Such a sorry path you have chosen to travel down, but remember; to be pointed in the right direction, one only needs to believe in oneself. Only then can you truly understand the consequences of your actions and begin to make amends." Harry said with a knowing twinkle in his bright green eyes.
"…That literally made no sense. It just sound like a lot of wise-sounding words strung together and designed to make me feel guilty." Voldemort crossed his arms suspiciously.
"I speak only the truth. You can still make things right. You just need to give a little love, and it all comes back to you. You know you're going to be remembered, for the things that you say and do."
"That was surprisingly lyrical, and altogether useless." Voldemort remarked.
"Thank you, my boy."
"I'm 40 years older than you. In what alternate reality am I 'your boy'?"
"If you wished me to stop, you need only have asked." Harry paused. "Oh, Tom. What have you done to yourself?" Harry asked sorrowfully whilst regaling Voldemort's new body.
"What have you done to yourself?" The Dark Lord retorted, eying Harry's toxic green and burgundy robes.
"Do you like them?" Harry asked gleefully, spinning around with his arms raised. "Albus helped me pick them out."
"Well, this explains everything." Voldemort muttered, eyeing Harry wearily. "The old codger's got to you. Brainwashed you, most likely."
"Tom, you shouldn't accuse people like that. Albus has merely enlightened me on the beauty of bold fashion statements and wisdom, as it is now my job to do for you. Lemon sherbet?" Harry offered, producing the paper bag from nowhere. Voldemort gestured for Harry to take them back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Harry shrugged and took a sweet out. He unwrapped it, popped it in his mouth and smacked his lips loudly in appreciation.
"I was hoping for an enemy who wasn't a senile old goat with false delusions of grandeur…" Voldemort sighed, working his jaw in consideration, "But I suppose you'll have to do."
Right at that moment, Harry popped out a foldable pointy hat and pulled it firmly onto his head. That was; a foldable pink and sparkly pointy hat.
"No, I can't do it." Voldemort decided grimly. "Avada Kedavra!"