Harry was sitting in Professor Trelawney's divining class yet again. How boring.... boring, yawning, sleeping, dreaming.......
Harry is walking along a catwalk made of black grated metal, wand in hand. "Lumos", he shines the wand around to see, for it is very dark. A cloaked figure approaches him on the catwalk.
It is Voldemort. "Walk with me, Harry."
Harry: "I will go nowhere with you. You killed my parents."
Voldemort: "I killed your mother, for she betrayed me."
H: "Betrayed you how? And what did you kill my father for?"
V: "I did not kill your father."
H: "Then who did?"
V: "Your father is not dead. He is standing right in front of you."
H: "Wh-WHAAT?"
V: "Harry Potter, I am your father."
H: "NOOOOooo!!! You can't be!"
V: "Look inside your heart, Harry. You know this to be true. Accept the truth, and accept your destiny."
H: "The truth is you killed my parents, and my destiny is to see you die!"
Harry aims his wand at Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!"
But the wand does not shoot a spell. Instead it turns into a sword! a glowing sword! Voldemort's wand does too.
It's a duel! They swing their swords at each other like samurai. VROOSH, VROOSH, KSSHKLINK! KSSHBRZZZZAPPFKRACKLE!
V: "Luke, I mean Harry, it is time you began your studies of the dark arts. It is your destiny!"
H: "Give it up, Voldemort! Can't you see what all that hate is doing to you? to everyone?"
V: "If you only knew the POWER of the dark arts... Look, out the window. There are your friends"
Out the window, Harry looks and sees Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, and scores of other people from Hogwarts, running, charging across a battlefield, wands in hands. From the other side, hordes of screaming Death Eaters are charging at them. They are slinging spells of all sorts at each other, and the Death Eaters are winning. Harry feels himself being taken over by the hatred within him. His hatred for Voldemort.
V: "Yes, that's it, Feel the hate flow through you!"
More swordfighting... VROOSH, KLINK, BZAPSCHFAPF! (In case you haven't realized it yet, I am shamelessly spoofing an old movie 'Star Wars: Return of the Jedi'. Or rather, I have been, up until now.)
Suddenly, Hermione is right behind Voldemort. She also has a glowing sword. She is glowing too. Her radiant beauty outshines the sword's green glow and all the sparks of battle combined. Voldemort spins about and attacks Hermione. It another duel, beauty v/s. the beast. VROOSH, KRAKSCHZZPFAPF!
Harry suddenly realizes that his wand-turned-glowing-sword has turned now into a Viking battle-ax, and he knows how to use it. Swinging with all his might at the now-distracted dark lord, he drives the axe into Voldemort's skull, straight through to the brain. It sinks in up to the handle. Blood, brains, and bits of broken skull spatter the catwalk. Voldemort pitches forward off of the catwalk and explodes into a big fireball. Harry puts his left arm around Hermione, and pulling her close, gives her a deep and passionate kiss (and yes, I do mean tongue). Then, raising his bloodsoaked Viking battle-ax towards the sky, he lets out a victory yell that would have awakened the dead!!
It did awaken Harry Potter.
In fact, it woke up the entire class!