This is mostly to get it out of my chest… the way I see it, some might like it, 
most will not,
maybe someone will find it funny... :p I might get some people annoyed.

Disclaimer: ALL of the characters belong to their rightful owners. The Harry 
Potter ideas and
characters belong to whomever Rowling got them from… and her, due to legal 
technicalities. I do
not intend, hope or even consider the possibility of earning any sort of profit 
from this.

(No title so far)


Through an unexpected twist of fate, Voldemort, Harry Potter, Hermione and Ron 
had been separated
from the main group of fighters in Hogwards and were now circling around, 
looking for the gap that
would prove fatal for any of the four wizards.

“Ron, Hermione, you have to step back and bear silent witness to my fight with 
Voldemort.” Harry
said, stopping and motioning them back with his free hand, as his wand pointed 
steadily at the
evil wizard.
“But Harry! He has the Elder Wand! The last of the Hallows! You cannot beat 
him!” Hermione almost
took a step forward, but Ron held her back.
“I know! But I am the only one who can stop him! He’s the most powerful enemy 
we’ll ever face! It
has to be me! The prophecy said so!” Harry risked a quick glance back. “I am 
the boy who lived! I
am the one!”
Voldemort laughed dragging the eyes of his friends to the reptilian face. “It 
now boils down to
the two of us, Harry Potter! The boy who lived! The one to defeat me! Bah!”
“All my life, I’ve been looking forward to this, Voldemort! I knew that no-one 
else could defeat
you but me! Not, Professor Dumbledore, not Lupine, Snape, or even (sob) Sirius!”
Voldemort chuckled. “And you are no different.”
Immediately both wizards twirled their wands expertly.
“Avada-”
“Expell-”
“STOP!” a voice shouted, dragging the words of the spells away from the open 
mouths of the
combatants.
“Blimey! Bloody Hell!” Ron said, gasping intelligently at the man that had 
stormed into the room.
“But…” Voldemort’s mouth opened and closed as Harry stared.
“Professor Dumbledore?” Hermione’s voice was weak.
“But you’re dead! I saw you die!” Harry stepped back.
“But you’re dead! I saw your body!” Voldemort shouted.
The lightning-scarred youth and the snake-like wizard glared at each other 
before turning their
gazes back to the entrance, where Professor Dumbledore slowly made his way down.
“I was!” Professor Dumbledore grumbled. “Until a stray fireball landed in my 
coffin and burned my
body to a crisp. My pet was a damned Phoenix, you do the math!”
“You seem to be in a bad mood for someone that was just brought back from the 
death.” Ron pointed
out as he hid behind Hermione.
“I wouldn’t be if this idiot…” he pointed at Harry with a trembling finger. 
“Actually listened to
me and got help when needed instead of randomly charging ahead like a fool!”
“But I am the one!” Harry said. “You said so yourself in that empty train 
station!”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t rely on your friends to survive.” The old wizard 
said. “Anyway, I have
devised a way to punish Voldemort appropriately while teaching you both a bit 
of humility.”
At that comment Voldemort’s wand came up defensively. “I’d like to see you try, 
Professor
Dumbledore!” His eyes widened as Professor Dumbledore pulled out not a wand, 
but an amulet. “That…
that’s impossible! It’s a myth! Nothing more than the ramblings of a crazy 
German!”
The three young wizards stared at the small amulet held in Professor 
Dumbledore’s hands. Two
snakes, one darker than night one brighter than white twirled around in an 
8-like figure, each
eating the other’s tail.
“This *is* the Auryn!” Professor Dumbledore said. “And you will find it more 
than a myth!”
“No!” Voldemort rampaged, twirling his wand. “Avera-”
The Auryn flashed and Voldemort was no more.
Harry blinked. “But… I am the boy who lived… I’m the only one who can kill 
Voldemort!”
“Yes, yes, now, come over here.” Professor Dumbledore muttered as with a quick 
flick of his own
wand a large mirror appeared in the room. “Now, Harry, I have been patient with 
you, but you have
not learned humility in all the time you’ve had your ass handed back to you 
only to be constantly
saved by your friends and random luck.”
“But I am the one! In the prophecy! I couldn’t die before defeating Voldemort!” 
Harry said.
“Yeah, Voldemort was afraid of Harry!” Ron said. “The boy who lived was the one 
supposed to kill
him!”
Hermione sighed and shook her head. “What do you want to show us, Professor 
Dumbledore?”
The old wizard nodded at her. “Look into the mirror and see how small a villain 
Voldemort truly
is…”
“But… he’s the greatest threat to the universe!” Harry whined.
“Shut up and watch!” Professor Dumbledore shouted.

***

Voldemort woke up lying on sand. He groggily got to his knees, and picked up 
his wand before
standing up.
Before him, a man covered completely in bandages and wearing some sort of blue 
clothes over them
with a hand resting comfortably on his sheathed sword observed him impassively.
“Where am I?” Voldemort demanded, shaking his head to clear the jumbled 
thoughts in his mind.
“You are in my hideout. And before I kill you I would know who you are and how 
you got here.” The
man answered.
Voldemort sneered. “I don’t have to answer to you, muggle! You will tell me how 
to get back to
Hogwarts before you die.” He pointed his wand towards the man, and was about to 
yell ‘Crucio’ when
he suddenly noticed the wand sliding into two halfs. He noticed the man 
suddenly had a serrated
sword in his hand and was staring at Voldemort with what the wizard could swear 
was fire instead
of eyes.
“I see you don’t know where you came from, or how. I do not care to learn your 
name now, useless
gaijin. Scream it to the demons of hell and tell them Shishio sent you there.”
“But…” Voldemort said, earning a glance from Shishio. “You’re a muggle! I’m 
Voldemort the most
powerful…”

***

Back at the room with the mirror Hermione blanched as Harry looked in morbid 
fascination as
Voldemort exploded into little bits of flesh and blood which erupted into 
flames from a
lightning-fast movement by the bandaged man. He ignored Ron throwing up next to 
his shoes.
“But how… Voldemort is a wizard! No muggle can defeat him!” Harry shouted.
Hermione stopped patting Ron on the back and stared at Harry.
Professor Dumbledore shook his head. “Just… keep watching.”

***

Voldemort sat bolt-upright on the ground, breathing fast, a horrified look in 
his eyes as he
quickly checked himself. He was complete. His wand was in one piece. He sighed 
in relief and was
about to call Nagini for a hug when he noticed he was not in his room. He was 
sitting in the
middle of a road in one of the many muggle cities.
He stood up slowly, looking around as people fled in fear. For a moment he 
smiled evilly, as
muggles fell to the floor and stepped over each other in a blind panic.
He recognized the people as coming from the east. He grinned and pointed his 
wand at a random
person shouting something unintelligible and was about to blast him when a dark 
shadow covered
him.
The deafening roar as the buildings around him exploded made him turn around, 
battle-ready… and
look up. And up. And up at the giant reptilian foot that came down over him. 

***

Ron again lurched, falling on his knees and this time managing to hit Harry’s 
shoes.
“It can’t be! Voldemort can’t lose to a giant lizard!” he moaned as the lizard 
scrapped its paw
free of the remains of the former wizard. “The prophecy says…”

***

Voldemort opened his eyes, remembering the feeling of being squashed into a 
pancake. He breathed
in slowly, taking in the familiar smells of books, and ingredients and the 
distinctive feel of
magic around him before opening his eyes.
He was in a poorly lit laboratory, with hundreds upon hundreds of magic books. 
The skull of a
giant dragon of some unknown species hung over the huge desk with splotches of 
what could only be
dried blood.
He felt right at home as he started to read the titles of some of the books, 
amazed at their age
and his lack of knowledge about them.
“How did you find your way here?” a whispering voice asked, making the wizard 
twirl in place,
pointing his wand defensively at the black-cloaked figure that had suddenly 
appeared behind him…
or had it always been there?
“I am Voldemort, simpleton!” the snake-wizard answered testily. “Surely you 
have heard of me and
come to fear my name!”
The figure didn’t respond, merely stepping into the light, his staff gently 
tapping with each step
he took until he was standing a few feet away from Voldemort. The latter found 
his eyes transfixed
by the golden irises and hourglass-pupils that seemed to glow with their own 
light from within the
cloak. “I haven’t heard of you.” The whispering voice said.
“…” Voldemort couldn’t speak as cold sweat slowly spread all through his body 
as the cloaked man
pointed a finger at him.
“KILL.”

***

Harry and Ron watched unnerved as Voldemort suddenly plopped down dead.
“Um…” Harry ventured before Hermione elbowed him. “Eh… I am the one to…”
Professor Dumbledore poked the mirror and they could see Voldemort in yet 
another place.

***

“Look into my eyes!” Said Ghost Rider… before enveloping the screaming man in 
hellfire.

***

“Chidori!”
SPLAT!
“… damn. This one isn’t Orochimaru…” Kakashi said looking at the remains. 
“Oops.”

***

“Avada- SPLURCH!”
Doomsday carried on with his rampage.

***

“Ha! A mere dragon is no challenge for…” Voldemort turned around to see what 
the black dragon was
staring at in horrified fascination… just as his eyes were burnt out of his 
skull followed by the
rest of his body along with the dragon. He could only scream like a little girl 
for half a second.
“Oi, Lina! I swear I saw someone on the blast zone before it hit!” Zelgadis 
shouted as he ran
after Lina and Gourry.

***

“…” Haplo looked from the wand pointed at him to the human wizard with snake 
skin. “You have got
to be kidding, mench.”
“DIE! AVADA KEDAVRA!” Voldemort shouted in glee as the green flash slammed 
against the tattooed
man. His mirth subsided to a groan as his only victory so far stood up with a 
slight discomfort
from his glowing tattoos and a very angry glare.

***

“Moon Healing Escalation!”
“AAAaaaarghhh…”
Usagi stared at the remains before looking at the other senshi. “I swore he was 
possessed!”

***

“Final Flash!”

***

“I… I’m the one. The one that lived… the one that has the only chance of 
defeating him…”

***

“Hm… I’m sorry about that sir, you had the bad luck to interrupt a fight 
between Ranma and
Ryouga…” Dr. Tofu said, slowly arranging Voldemort’s arms while the wizard 
sobbed, looking at the
fried remains of his wand.
The door to the clinic opened and a cheery voice was heard as soon as it closed.
“Hello, Dr. Tofu! I brought you a home-made bento!” Kasumi said.

***

After several more gross deaths, Professor Dumbledore finally recalled 
Voldemort back.
The snake-wizard stumbled to the ground, mouth opening and closing around 
frothing drool, his eyes
wide, hand barely even making an effort to hold the wand up as his knees slowly 
gave under him.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted, pointing his wand in his direction. The Elder 
Wand shot up in the
air, bounced off the wall, landed on the floor and accidentally shot out the 
last used spell, the
green blast hitting Voldemort on the head.
As the body fell forward, Harry jumped.
“YES! YEEES! The boy who lived does it again! YES! I TOLD YOU!” he turned, 
pointing a shaking
finger at Professor Dumbledore, eyes wide a grin on his face distorting the emo 
look he had fought
so hard to gain. “But you wouldn’t believe me! I was the only one who could! 
THE ONE! THE BOY
WHO-”
“STUPEFY!” Hermione shouted, the red blast hitting Harry between the eyes.
Professor Dumbledore watched his student crumble to the floor, where Ron 
hurriedly knelt down to
shake him and try to revive him while swearing how cool Harry was.
Professor Dumbledore and Hermione shared a look.

***

Amongst the cheers of the survivors at seeing Harry Potter, a wide, manic grin 
on his face,
shaking both wands in the air and announcing his victory over the dreadful 
Voldemort – the crowds
watched in amazed pleasure as the body was dragged behind him by Hagrid – and 
the enemies fled in
horror, Ron finally found Dumbledore.
“Professor Dumbledore, have you seen Hermione around?”
“I’m sorry Ron, go bother that idiot over there.” He waved his hand in Harry’s 
direction. “I can’t
seem to find the Auryn…”

***

“Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?” Hermione insisted following the man around his study and out 
into the spiral
stairs that went down in to the dark depths of the tower.
“No.”
“Awww come on!” she moaned. “I promise to study hard! Please! Please!”
“No. You do not belong here.”
“But… I could! Please be my teacher! I want to be a real witch!”
The man stopped and Hermione almost fell as she tried not to slam into the 
black-cloaked wizard.
He seemed to sigh.
“Fine. But you will become a wizard or a mage. I will not have any of that 
‘witch’ nonsense here.”
Hermione nodded rapidly a smile creeping into her face.
The man coughed slightly. “Let me introduce you to my other apprentice… 
Dalamar.”

The End



      
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