For the purpose of this, electricity does work around magic. :) It's just a lie set up by the ministry to encourage wizard and muggle separation. BECAUSE THEY ARE EVIL!

Harry has a video camera and Voldemort doesn't have twitter.

Harry held a finger to his lips, signalling for Voldemort to be quiet. Voldemort, utterly bemused by the muggle device pointed at his and his enemy's face, did as he was told. Harry held up a camera, pointed it at his face, and pressed record. "Hey Magicians, this is a special video! I'm here with the Dark Lord himself; Lord Voldemort. You can check out the link to his twitter page below."

"I don't have a 'tritter' page, Potter. What is that, a muggle torture device?"

"You don't? Who doesn't have twitter? This is the 21st century!"

"I was born fifty years ago, Potter."

"Okay, fine. Whatever. So, there won't be a link to his twitter page below – dammit, I'm going to have to edit this out – but you can google him, and I'm sure you'll come up with something. Now, this guy," Harry slung an arm over Voldemort's shoulder. "We have had some crazy times- let me tell you."

"What's going on Potter?" Voldemort asked irritably, shaking Harry's arm off.

"He has no idea," Harry winked at the camera, "What a camera even is. And I assure you– he is a Dark Lord. Not one off of Star Wars (though I think he would totally rock the Sith Lord look), but a magic one. And I know some of you guys think I've made up the whole 'I'm a wizard' thing – and I am so flattered that you think I could fake a whole magic school – but let me introduce you, my magicians, to Lord Voldemort."

"Potter-"

"The same Lord Voldemort who tried to kill me when I was one, my first and second year. I've mentioned him in quite a few of my videos, mostly 'I'M A WIZARD!', 'I ALMOST DIED' and 'I HATE SNAKES'." He turned to Voldemort. "You have a fan page. Quite a lot of the fan art is pretty accurate." He paused for a minute with the camera on the Dark Lord's face.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort hissed.

"There'll be a split screen now, showing some of my favourite fan art against your face. It's all pretty cool actually, I'll email you the link."

"…What's an email?"

"Ok then, I won't." He gritted his teeth, muttering something about "old people and technology" but took a deep breath and pasted a smile to his face. "And for all of you guys out there who think I just hire actors (and I admit, it's a legitimate theory): could I really create a face this hideously ugly and scaly with makeup? Look at the hatred and sadistic pleasure in those eyes." He zoomed in on Voldemort's face. "Could I really fake that? Although, if I did, I would totally get Ralph Fiennes to play him. I mean, look at this guy"- he gestured to an empty space on his left- "He's perfect for the role. Maybe even more perfect then you, Voldy. Sorry. You just can't compete with the Fienness- ha!" He laughed and flicked his wrist.

"…There's no one there, Potter." Voldemort said, glancing at the Boy Who Lived with concern.

"There will be." Harry assured him, before looking back at the camera. "This guy is insane. I just beat Cedric to the end of the maze – cue whoo! sound effect – and I touched the handle of the Triwizard Trophy. It was a bloody portkey! Then they tied me to a gravestone and took my blood for a ritual- urgh, I can see the fanfiction now."

"What's fanfiction?" Voldemort asked innocently.

"The most traumatizing three hours of your life – no, but seriously, I love you guys. Anyway, gotta go – if I stick around he might try and kill me – again. BoyWhoLived apparating out!" And he pressed stop.

He immediately began typing on his phone.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Voldemort asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing.

"Sorry about this, but you did murder my parents so… I tweeted our address to my followers." Harry shrugged apologetically.

"How many followers do you have?" Voldemort asked worriedly. Was his enemy's army bigger than his?

"I'm a British Youtuber, how many do you think?" Harry rolled his eyes. "Look, they won't do anything awful to you –now that would be bad for my fanbase – just maybe create some tumblr posts, re-enact some smutty fanfiction… it'll be fine. You might even have fun." Harry straightened his t-shirt (reading 'It's Ironic') and waved, "Bye!"

He walked away, flicking through the footage on his camera. "By the way, don't even try to escape. They will find you. Ta rah!" He focused on the abandoned portkey lying on the grass. "Now this would make good footage." He flicked the screen open on his camera and zoomed in on the cup. "Oh, look. What do we have here?" Then he disappeared with a "Dammit, I forgot to press record!"