Note: Okay, this is a crossover story. I plan to do a few of these in the future. It's a new year, so new stuff. This particular crossover is Harry Potter and Pendragon. I don't know if it'll be good or not, as the crossover is just between the villains, so Harry Potter isn't in this, but Voldemort is. Essentially, now the Travelers have two evil magic guys to defeat. It won't be in journal format, because I don't want to butcher the best parts of the series with this thing.

The flumes had steadily been growing unstable since the loss of Quillian. Bobby could tell from the way the images were mixing together. Lately, the images had grown so mixed-up, he couldn't make out one territory from other and stopped trying. The flumes, damaged as they were, were now picking up any sort of interspatial travel, be it from a Traveler or some other supernatural force. In this case, the supernatural force was a certain Dark Lord….

"Wormtail, are the preparations complete?"

A short little man with a fair bit of likeness to a rat shrunk away as he was spoken to. "Yes, Master. Everything is prepared. You just need to go get the cup from Gringotts."

"If," Lord Voldemort said, more to himself than Wormtail, "if the cup remains at Gringotts."

"Are you going to disapparate?" Wormtail asked, following Voldemort with his eyes.

"Nay, Wormtail. The Ministry is ours. It cannot hurt to use the Floo Network. It won't be crowded at the very least. Besides, while members of the Order of the Fools still remain, they'll be likely to be looking for me, as though I can be found."

Laughing, Lord Voldemort stepped into the flames and was whisked away, not to Gringotts, but to an odd little basement, somewhere in Connecticut.

Saint Dane looked around in surprise as a rather skinny, pale, strange looking man stepped gracefully from the flume. "Well," the man said, brushing himself off. "That's the last time I lower myself to using the Floo Network."

The man looked around in vague surprise, then looked at Saint Dane, who smirked to hide his own surprise. The man then brandished a stick at him. Saint Dane laughed and then walked over to him.

"My good man, I can't possibly imagine where you think you are, but where you actually are, civilized men don't go around jabbing people with sticks. We have guns for that."

The man laughed dryly. "Indeed you do. You muggles are all the same. No matter. Avada Kedevra!"

A flash of green blew from the stick and hit Saint Dane head-on in the chest. He doubled over in shock, then laughed heartily. "Is that the best you can do? Still, you possess great power, it seems. I have a proposition for you."

The man chuckled. "Hmm, Lord Voldemort does not deal with the likes of muggle scum, but you…you are no ordinary muggle, are you?"

"See, now… 'Voldemort,' was it? Voldemort, for this proposition to pan out, first you're going to have to stop calling me 'muggle.' As for my proposition, I have a few loose ends I must tie up. I'm currently running an…acquisition of quite a large deal of property. Will you assist me?" Saint Dane asked, holding out his hand. Voldemort looked at it with a sneer.

"But what is it I shall gain from this, muggle?"

"First you have to stop calling me that."

"Afraid I must have missed your name."

"I'm afraid I haven't given it to you just yet. Now, do you accept, or don't you?"

Voldemort folded his arms. "I can kill you where you stand, fool. Do you really think you can control me?"

Saint Dane smirked. "No. I don't think I can control you anymore than you can kill me. I propose a partnership. You help me smooth out my loose ends, and I'll help you sort out any of your problems."

"The Dark Lord needs no assistance!"

"Yes, well, be that as it may, you're not getting back the way you came unless I send you there. And unless the aforementioned loose ends are tied up, that's not very likely to happen, o Dark Lord."

Saint Dane grinned in triumph as Voldemort put away his wand. "Very well. I will help you with your problem. Afterward, you will send me back so that I might deal with mine. Are we agreed in this matter?"

"Indubitably."

"What is it I am to call you, then?"

"I have as many names as there are people. But for now, call me Saint Dane."

"You…you really are no ordinary muggle, are you?"

"You're really going to have to stop calling me that."

Okay, so that's the setup. If it's not obvious that this is going to have more chapters…it's going to have more chapters. There. A review would be nice, but you don't have to if you don't feel like it and don't feel bad it lazy cancels out good intentions.