Disclaimer: Rowling's, not mine, with the exception of Modred (Sir Thomas Mallory's) and Circe (Homer's?).
After Everything
In the Afterlife:
"Ah, yes, I see," said Grindelwald, rubbing his nose. He wasn't quite used to the cloying smell of sulfur yet, or the intense heat. "So you were killed by Arthur?"
"Well, yes," answered Modred. "But not before I wounded him mortally. So even though he got me, I made sure he'd follow soon." The young man seemed particularly eager to make this point. "And technically, I won out in the end. There wasn't any point to Camelot anymore once Arthur snuffed it."
"Technically." Circe sniffed disdainfully in a way that had nothing to do with the brimstone. "Technically. Hmf. At least nobody defeated me. People came close, but nobody ever managed anything." She turned to Grindelwald. "And how come you're bugging us? You're new, how did you get here in the first place?"
"I? I was defeated by Albus Dumbledore."
"Liar." The speaker was a tall, very pale wizard in impressive billowy robes, red eyes with slits for pupils and a nose so flattened that it looked like a snake's – all in all, a very imposing figure.
"Well, all right, that didn't kill me, but if Albus hadn't defeated me, I'd still be in top form, and it was a damn good duel, too, if I do say so myself. I know you got me, Voldemort," said the older wizard, not skipping a beat. "How did you go?"
Voldemort didn't answer and began to go red. He very much wished that he could block out the memory of the teenage voice shouting Expelliarmus…
A/N: I don' t know if it's strictly true that no one ever managed to kick Circe's ass. Forgive if I am wrong. And I wanted to turn You-Know-Who's ears red, only I couldn't remember if he had any. Please tell me what you think.