"Harry, this is your conscience speaking."
Harry tries pitifully to hide his laughter.
"So this is the dark Lord we're so scared of?" said Seamus
"He's pathetic." Said Ron
"I'm not pathetic, you little twit...Harry! Let me in. I just want to talk."
"You're doing that already."
"That's beside the point. It's cold out here."
"Then go away."
Voldemort pauses
"NEVER! Ack!"
Voldemort nearly fell off his broom.
Harry gives in and goes to the window. He opens the curtain and stares at Voldemort.
"Come on, Harry, open the window. Open the damn window."
"Why?"
"Umm…Umm…Please?"
Harry Blinks.
Anonymous spectators yell, "Open the window!"
Harry shakes his head and complies to the invisible crowd.
As soon as the window is open Voldemort charges.
"Charge!"
Harry gets swept up in Voldemort's robes and is dragged across the floor until Voldemort finally stops.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that."
"Right."
"Well, anyway. I'm here to kill you, Harry Potter!"
Voldemort searches his robes for his wand, but does not find it.
"Oh, where is that piece of driftwood?"
"You forgot your wand, didn't you?"
"I believe I did."
"Just go home."
Voldemort mounts his broom and leaves the same way he came in.
"I'll be back when I find my wand!" he yelled back to Harry
Harry closed the window and the curtains and finally goes to bed.