So this is an idea that my husband and I came up with. It was just something to laugh about, but the evil plot bunny won't leave me alone now.

"Well, Tommy Boy, here we are again. Another fight. Another chance for you to lose. I'm really getting tired of this, you know."

"We both know that it is YOU who will lose, Harry Potter."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Oh, yeah. Just like EVERY other time we've fought, right? Like when I was a baby…or when I was eleven…or twelve…or fourteen… Wait, I won all those times. Huh, I don't seem to lose, Tommy. Or am I misunderstanding what you mean by 'lose'?"

"You DARE to imply you are better than I?"

"I'm not implying anything. I'm stating cold, hard, FACTS. Statistically speaking, I AM better than you, Tom."

Enraged, Voldemort brandishes his wand. He has momentarily forgotten he no longer has his Horcruxes to protect him. He is intent upon causing Harry Potter as much pain as humanly possible. "CRUCIO!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry's spell connects with Voldemort's perfectly, sending both ricocheting away. Expecting this, Harry had cast a second spell, "Incarcerous" silently, immediately following the first. His aim is true, and his spell proves so powerful Voldemort is wrapped up like a mummy from shoulder to heel. He is unable to make the smallest gesture, thereby robbing him of his ability to perform magic.

Harry walks up to Voldemort and looks down at him. "Well, well, Tommy Boy. Looks like I win again. But don't worry, I know how you feel about death, so I have another idea for you." Voldemort watches fearfully as Harry raises his wand. "Stupefy!"