Riddle: How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort’s powers were destroyed?
Riddle: Voldemort is my past, present and future.
Riddle pulls Harry’s want from his pocket and traces it through the air, writing three shimmering words…
Riddle: What?! How dare you laugh at the Dark Lord!
Harry: Now I’m imagining you…Jailhouse Rock…Merlin’s beard!
Harry, giggling slightly under his breath: Elvis…
Holy shit, okay, I’ve been wanting to do this forever because Voldy’s middle name in the French translation is Elvis and I’ve just always found it funny. So this happened in like ten minutes because I have no self control.