Dark Lord:

Welcome, my friends! Voldemort’s back
To take another whack at this half-pint hack
Smack!
I got a passion for kickin’ asses
And my tactics are crooked as your glasses!
They said this kid was my downfall?
He’s ineffective, y’all! I’m ‘bout to make him bawl
And when he’s all cried out
I’ll AVADA KEDAVRA the light in his eyes out

Harry:

Good luck with that cuz you've had so much before
He’s nothing but a bore and an old eyesore
Snore!
With pieces missing
Just Dementors for kissing
Have you heard Trelawney’s vision?
You'll be pissing, wishing I weren't your mission
Congrats, so you rose
It’s my power that grows
All you ever do is pose and everybody NOSE
So if you're gonna make your move you better make it quick
Cuz we won't rest til we get justice for Cedric

Dark Lord:

Okay… okay…
First, you try to copy my flow
Then you go for my NOSE?
Somebody should have taught you how to go for the throat.
This bloke’s a joke who chokes on his own punchlines
Is killing him even a crime?
Because I’m never gonna stop until I get what’s mine
Your spark is dying
My star is on the rise
And it wouldn’t be wise for you to know
That the very best part of you is MY SOUL.

Harry:

Wanna diss me more friend? Your fellow orphan?
After what you did to your dad
Or, wait, was that Morfin?
Merlin forbid
Truth is: you’re mid
You ran and hid off the grid when I beat you as a little kid
You’re dumb and you look like a thumb, you thug
You bug me more than Skeeter
Hiding behind your Death Eaters
No love?! You’re miserable
It’s unforgivable
Predictable, an evil cliche
Now sashay away

Dark Lord:

Hiding? Like you?
From your feelings and shit?
You might be “the boy”
But this time, you won’t live
My Death Eaters outnumber you
A hundred to one
And if you step to one of us
You’re hella Duuuumb-dumb-dumb
I got the power
From coast to coast
While you’re stuck getting hit on
By a creepy ass ghost
What’s it gonna take
To get through to you?
You can’t be Sirius
‘CAUSE HE’S DEAD TOO!

Harry:

Low blow
You think you got flow? But who’s Tom Riddle tho
Gives a good show, but he’s just so… no
Take, take, take
Whinier than a Mandrake
Nothing without his snake or his Snape
A joke to the masses
U-No-Poo, ya fascist
The catch is you’ll just blow away like ashes
My (Dumbledore’s) army of friends
In your face like Legilimens | Coming full send, ya bellend
I burned you first year and I can do it again