"Well, it's all very unfair, if you ask me," Harry Potter grumbled as he sipped his tea.

Voldemort took a bite of his scone. "I hardly see how you could think so, Potter. After all, you're the one who wins."

"Well, yes, but still...you're a Dark Lord with tremendous power, a lot of followers and a suspiciously large magic snake. I'm a seventeen-year-old boy. Surely there are other wizards who are more qualified to defeat you than I am! Why does it have to be me?"

Smirking over his teacup, Voldemort replied, "Drama, my dear boy. And don't call me Shirley."

Author's Notes: This is what happens when I watch the Potter Puppet Pals and "Airplane!" within a day or so of each other.