Potions for the foolhardy

A/N: No idea where this came from. Just ran out of my fingers one day, like they do. It's only a one-shot, and nothing special at that, butI thought some people might find it amusing. No plot really, just some fun.

Harry was in potions when it happened. One moment he was glaring at Snape, who was looming over him, and then he blinked and was facing Voldemort in an empty classroom. He gasped loudly and took a stumbling step backwards, falling over his school bag as he did so. He looked up at Voldemort in horror from the floor. The man was smirking above him.

"How did you get here?" Harry croaked.

"It is wonderful to know who the spy is, Potter." Voldemort sneered. "So easier to plant a tiny charm on him so that you can be affected. Don't worry, you're the only one who can see me."

"You're a bastard…" Harry whispered, drawing his wand.

"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" Voldemort mocked. "It would be such a shame to loose your potions master also, don't you think."

"Shut up," Harry hissed, pulling himself slowly to his feet while searching for the exit. "I'd kill you in an instant if I thought it would work, you stupid mudblood."

"Harsh words, Potter!" Voldemort snarled, pointing his wand at Harry. "You'll regret them! Crucio!" Harry winced in anticipation but the spell shot through him. He gasped in shock and looked at Voldemort. The snakelike face was looking at him in equal shock. A small smile graced Harry's lips.

"You're not real," He grinned, advancing. "You're not really here. It's an illusion, isn't it? You really shouldn't let your temper get the best of you, Tom, it doesn't do to play all your cards at once. Now, get out of my head and out of my potions master."

The wand pointed at him trembled slightly. "You will regret this day, Harry Potter."

"I'll be sure to put it in my diary," Harry said as he sketched a mocking curtsy. "Ate breakfast, Pissed Voldemort off, failed potions. Just another regular day for me then, Tom." The scene around him shifted within a blink, Voldemort's last expression one of pure fury.

Now he was smirking in the face of Severus Snape, who was looking furious at him. The other students were looking at him in shock.

"Well goodbye to you too!" He said, exasperated, as he flopped onto his stool. "You'd think for a Dark Lord he'd learn some manners!"

"Potter what the hell just happened!" Snape yelled. Harry regarded him coolly.

"You just got possessed by Voldemort." He ignored the stunned whispers. "I just got hit by a non-existent Crucio, and I managed to piss said Voldemort off even more than usual. Cleared up? Good, because he's raging mad now and my scar is about to catch fire." And with that he fainted.