Sheogorath's Palace, Shivering Isles, Oblivion
"So Sheo, who are these...guests you've talked so much about hmm? Dicord asked as he paced the floor in front of Sheogorath's throne.
"Indeed, you have mention them constantly, but you refuse to go into detail. I too am curious about who else will be joining...whatever it is you call this endeavor." Didact added.
"Patience ma friends, patience! I shan't say, as ya will see for yourselves personally. Oh, would ya look at that? As a matter of fact, it would seem I've located our next guest. Well, ya can come with me to snag em' if you're curious enough I suppose."
"Ah, finally!" Discord exclaimed. "Let us proceed with this plan. My patience runs thin." Didact said.
"Wait, one last thing before we move. I think you'll like this one, Didact. You'll find that the two of ya have a lot in common." Sheogorath said with a laugh. At that, the Mad God, the Spirit of Chaos, and the Ancient General vanished into thin air with an eruption of purple mist and light.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
2nd of May, 1998
The trio materialized into the middle of what looked like a massive castle.
All around they heard the sounds of battle and magic being cast. Men and women in robes milled about, fighting what were supposedly people garbed in dark, unfriendly looking robes.
They seemed to cast their magic from wands, of which all the humans were equipped with. Each wave of a wand was accompanied by a brief incantation that produced the desired magical effect. The most commonly heard incantations at the moment were "Expelliarmus!", "Protego!", and what appeared to be some kind of killing curse: "Avada Kedavra!".
Amidst the fighting wizards, there also appeared to be other various beings participating in the battle as well. Giants, Centaurs, and what could only be little elves of some kind jumped in and out of the fray. Strangely enough, no one seemed to notice the middle aged gentleman, the bizarre draconequus, and the nine foot tall alien quietly watching their battle.
"By what trick of the mind are we able to remain unseen, Mad God?" Didact inquired.
"Part of the perks of bein' an immortal Daedric Prince of Madness of course! But didn't I already say somethin' about that? Ah, nevermind. Our target should be appearing just about now!"
The battle had now been taken to a less chaotic tone. Everything went quiet very quickly. The wizards and witches that appeared to be defenders were gathered on the side of the room facing the castle, whilst the the dark-robed attackers stood on the opposite side.
The leaders of both sides glared at each other with malice. The wizard representing the castle's defenders appeared to be a young man of about 18 or 19 years of age. He was of moderate build with a mess of brownish-black hair. He wore eyeglasses over his almond-shaped eyes. What was most intriguing about his appearance, however, was the perfectly lighting-shaped scar on his forehead.
However, the leader of the opposing force cut quite a more bizarre figure. The wizard donned midnight-black robes similar to those of his colleagues. What distinguished him the most though, was his facial features. His red eyes were like those of a serpent's. His skin was pale and gaunt, his head completely bald, and where a nose would be on a normal Human face, there were instead narrow slits that very closely resembled the ones on the Didact's face. The silence in the large room was now absolute as both opponents addressed each other.
While they conversed, the Didact turned towards Sheogorath. "Is that another Forerunner? What is one of my people doing here amongst these strange humans?" He asked, motioning in the dark-robed wizard's direction.
Sheogorath laughed at this. "That's no Forerunner my dear Didact. That's the human wizard and Dark Lord Voldermort himself! Only the most chaotic, evil, an' powerful dark wizard this world has seen since that old chap Grindelwald!"
"Chaotic you say? Hmm, this one seems more like a control, rule and 'obey me or suffer' kind of villain." Discord said with skepticism in his voice.
"Oh, don't worry ma chaotic friend! Ya should have seen him when he was at his full power! Raising the dead, breaking fragile little minds, turning friends against one another. Ha Ha, he was a venerable rascal he was! And get this, the boy he's talkin' to, is responsible for defeating him the last time...when the boy was but a wee toddler!" Sheogorath stated, his laughter intensifying.
"Defeated by a youngling?! Then what value is he to us?" Didact asked.
"Thing is, the boy reflected Voldy's nasty little killing curse, right back at em'! That's why the boy has that fashionable scar on his forehead. But now, everybody's favorite Dark Lord has managed to revive himself by tricking our dear boy here into performing various tasks needed to restore Voldy back ta his true power! Personally, I think amazin' tactical skill like that, shan't be allowed to go ta waste!" Sheogorath said.
"Well when you put it that way. I agree, this wizard is capable of some kind of chaos. I suppose he'll have to do." Discord said. "Perhaps he shall suit our...purposes. Whatever those may be." Didact agreed.
"I'm glad ya both saw it my way!" Sheogorath said with a grin. The trio then refocused their attention on the scene unfolding before them.
"You dare...?" The Dark Lord spoke, before being cut off by his opponent.
"Yes, I dare." He said, "because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle." Both wizards gripped their wands in anticipation for the other's next move.
"That wand still isn't working properly for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore."
"He killed..." Voldermort began, only to be cut off once more.
"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him!"
"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand!" His voice began to shake with malice. "I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! Its power is mine!" Voldermort declared.
You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't really make it yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The Wand chooses the wizard... The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or what the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance..." Harry Potter stated.
Voldermort prepared a curse, it's power building in the Elder Wand now pointed at the young wizard's face.
"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy." For a brief moment, the Dark Lord's face was blank with shock, but it quickly passed.
"But what does it matter?" His voice softening. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone... and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy..."
But you're too late," said Harry. "You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him."
"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it? Harry said, his voice a whisper. "Does the wand in your hand know it's last master was Disarmed? Because if it does... I am the true master of the Elder Wand."
Then, two things occurred at once. The sun began to shine upon the two enemies through a window, bathing their faces in light. Also, the two issued yells as they each motioned to cast their spell at their hated opponent.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Where their two spells met in the air, a loud bang issued. Golden flames flared to life. Harry watched as the green jets of Voldermort's curse met the blue ones of his own. But then, Time itself stood still, and everyone with it, save for Voldermort. The Dark Lord gaped in shock at the two spells, suspended in the air, now harmless and immobile.
One heartbeat later, a maniacal laughter echoed across the massive room. Turning in the direction of the sound, Voldermort beheld a bizarre sight. He saw what could only be a well dressed man, some kind of chimera, and what resembled a taller, mutated version of himself in exotic armor. The Dark Lord believed his eyes to be deceiving him. "Is this, dare I say, some kind of limbo? Have I been truly and utterly defeated? By Potter, impossible!"
Of the three, the well-dressed, bearded gentleman was the first to address him.
"Well well! If it isn't the Dark Lord himself! I've been looking for you mortal, for a very long time." The man said. Voldermort could have sworn his accent was Scottish. "And who might you be, to stop time itself at such a critical moment, when I was just a breath away from finally exacting my revenge on the Boy Who Lived!"
"Yes, about that." Sheogorath stroked his beard. " Ya see mortal, that curse you so happily cast, it was going to rebound right back at ya, strikin' ya dead! I figured we'd be kind enough to freeze time, just to save ya the inconvenience of having to be resurrected."
"Under what circumstance did you see fit too...intervene? And might I ask, who are all of you?" Voldermort said as he looked at each one of them, attempting to size them up.
"I am, Sheogorath, Prince of Madness! Mad God extraordinaire, at your service. These here are ma... associates. Well? Please don't be impolite, introduce your selves!" The armored one was the first to speak. "You stand before the Didact, human. Supreme commander of all Forerunner forces, and leader of the Prometheans, once the mightiest fighting force in all the galaxy!" Finally, the strange creature next to them spoke. "I am Discord, Spirit of Chaos." He said dramatically. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Voldermort said nothing, only gazing at them with an angered expression.
"How am I to believe I was seconds away from my demise? My power is unparalleled, Harry Potter's demise was imminent. You have denied me my victory! Now, you shall suffer a similar fate to one befitting only a Blood Traitor. Prepare yourself!" Voldermort shouted. He raised his hand, only to find that the Elder Wand was missing.
A few awkward seconds passed, then Sheogorath and Discord burst into laughter. The Didact merely stood with an impatient sneer on his face. Finally calming down, the Mad God raised his staff and fired a spell at Voldermort. Seeing such strange magic, Voldermort pulled his face in a grimace as he prepared himself for whatever the exotic spell would do to him. There was a flash of light and purple mist as he suddenly found himself next to his would-be opponents.
He then noticed they were no longer looking at him, but at something back towards where Harry stood, unmoving. Standing there was a perfect copy of himself, in the same exact position he was in just as time had stopped.
The Mad God then, with a grin, snapped his finger and started time back up.
Voldermort watched dumbfounded as the Elder Wand flew from his copy's grasp and into the waiting hands of none other than Harry Potter. Then, sure enough, his copy fell backwards to the cold stone floor, now as cold and lifeless as the floor itself. The assembled defenders of the castle emitted loud cheers, as the black robes retreated in disbelief and fear.
The Dark Lord regarded the trio with absolute shock. "Now are you willin' ta here us out dark wizard? Hmm?"
Voldermort could only nod. The four villains then took their leave, vanishing into thin air. The Castle's inhabitants having been completely oblivious to their presence.
Sheogorath's palace, Shivering Isles, Oblivion
"Alright gents. We're almost to the point where I tell ya what our plans are. But, no cheese for ya yet! Unless you hate cheese. In that case, no grapefruit for ya yet! A man can celebrate with grapefruit a much as he can with cheese, true, assuming they're not able to talk...or named Stanley." Sheogorath rambled.
The Villains once again found themselves in Sheogorath's throne room. "Now, we currently have two more people who we need to 'recruit' to the cause. One is kind of a nice sort, when he wants to be, he certainly prefers the cold though. Oh, I don't see how he can stand it!" Sheogorath continued. "The last is a Human who is rather quite full of himself. He's nigh obsessed with preservin' his youthful complexion. Oh, and he's also quite the crack shot with firearms, so I've heard!"
"I grow tired of these ceaseless errands. May we hurry this along? I wish to know what it is you beings have in store, especially as it relates to me and my own crusade!" The Didact said irritably.
"Patience ma dear Didact. Patience!"
"You've already said that before!" Didact continued.
"A plan isn't exactly going ta yield satisfying' results if ya rush it, am I right? Ha Ha of course I'm right!" Sheogorath countered. The Didact scowled at him. "Ya were never popular at parties, were ya Didact?"
"I merely wish to get this over with so I can finally assume my revenge on the Humans." Sheogorath frowned. "Didact, your really makin' ma teeth itch!"
"So, now that there are four of us Sheogorath, I was thinking we could split up and kill two stones with one bird. What do you think?" Discord suggested.
'I like it, I like it! Tell ya what. I'll pay the little gun toting age-defying man a pleasant visit. I'll leave it to you who ya want to take with ya to see our icy friend. That is, which Voldermort do ya want ta take with ya? The short one, or the big one?" With that, the Prince of Madness vanished with a chuckle. Voldermort and the Didact scoffed at the mention of their vaguely similar facial features.
"What is it we are setting out to do? Like my acquaintance here," Voldermort motioned towards the Promethean, "I have business I most attend to back in my own world. I should think I would give my enemies quite the fright, seeing as how they thought they have dealt with me for good."
Discord let out giggle of his own. "Weren't you listening Voldy? It's time for some last minute, 'recruitment'" He said with a grin."Now if I remember correctly, the final target's world should be at these trans-dimensional coordinates. And, voila!" Discord laughed once again as the Promethean, Dark Lord, and God of Chaos vanished into thin air.