It was the legendary Battle of Hogwarts, something Professor Binns would teach generations of bored students to come about. Lee Jordan, however, wasn't currently thinking of the fame that awaited him in future history books. He felt more like one of the lost boys from Peter Pan encountering Hook while they were only prepared to fight any of the other pirates.
The Dark Lord raised his wand to end that feeling, along with any other, and Lee decided to flee forward, breaking one of the last rules he hadn't yet. "Hey, Tom", he said cheerfully. "Who's your father? Darth Vader?"
"I should be so lucky", Voldemort hissed. "He, at least, has style."
Lee stared at him. Parts of his brain were still busy telling other parts that he wasn't dead when he realized what kept him living for these thirty seconds might buy him another couple of them.
"True, true", he said, nodding serenely. "Especially that black cloak of his. Very stylish." The neurons that had been going you're alive you're alive you're alive gave up and went to screaming at the top of their little mental voices: STAR WARS! You're talking 'bout STAR WARS with You-Know-Who!
Well, there probably were worse ways to safe one's life.
Voldemort raised his eyebrows, or would if he had had any. "Are you trying to say I copied from him?"
"No, not at all", Lee hurried to assure him, then plunged into cold water and added: "I would rather call it an elegant reference."
"Yes, so would I", Voldemort said. "Altogether, a really nice movie. Amazing that a bunch of muggles should be up to something like it." Contemplative, he lowered his wand.
Lee saw his chance and took to the heels.