Imagine Harry talking in an American accent, like the turtles in Finding Nemo. :)
Harry is coooool man, and Voldemort's aura is noooot good!
"If you'd just embrace peace and love-" Harry looked at Voldemort's new appearance with a furrowed brow and slightly dazed expression. "Duuuuude, that is not what nature intended. You've gone against nature, man!"
"What are you talking about; 'against nature'? And why do you have dreadlocks?" Voldemort demanded sharply, eying the dirty ropes of black hair with disgust.
"Your aura is not good, dude! You have to get back to your core; your inner peace." Harry said soothingly, nodding his head wisely.
"My 'aura'? What nonsense is this? You mean my magical core?"
"No, dude. I mean your core. The part of your soul that's connected with the world around you. The feeling in your heart when you step outside and just…" Harry took a deep breath. Voldemort tried to copy him cautiously, but as soon as he breathed in, he began coughing and clutching his nose. "Y-you h-haven't w-washed for d-days, h-have you?" Voldemort pounded his chest, eyes watering. "T-that's disgusting!"
"All better to get closer to nature, dude. If I carry a piece of the forest on me, I become the earth. I become the embodiment of life. And that's cool, man."
"T-that's not life- t-that's the s-stench of d-death!" Voldemort choked.
"You clearly haven't found your happy place." Harry pouted consolingly. "Do you want to know how I find my happy place?"
Voldemort shook his head desperately, but Harry ignored him.
"I just go up to a tree…" Harry demonstrated with an oak. "Wrap my arms around it, and give it a big hug." Harry did so. "Feel your energy mingling with the tree's. Feel its life running through your veins. Feel its roots entwine with yours. (If you need to hump a little to truly get to know your tree; feel free.) And then close your eyes, and-" Harry half-opened his eyelids. "-feel yourself completely at peace with the world."
Voldemort stared at him in horror. "Oh my Merlin, you're completely batty."