Say What?
A Mystik Chiwii One-Shot
Voldemort wasn't all he was made out to be.
When Danny Fenton somehow found himself transported to a graveyard that by all means was not anywhere near home, he took one look at the snake-like man and knew instantly there was something different about him...
The man turned on the spot to hiss at him, turning his back on a boy trapped by a statue's scythes. Said boy was straining against the stone's unnatural restraint. Danny's eyes narrowed.
The snake guy raised a stick, a STICK of all things and muttered something that sounded like a rock grinding on the side of a cheese grater. A green light appeared out of thin air at the end of the stick.
"Die!" the man screamed. Danny could have sworn he even saw the edges of the man's mouth froth and dribble as he shouted.
"Oh great, another Fruitloop," Danny muttered under his breath as he cringed away slightly from the pitchy, wails coming from the really ugly deformed-looking man.
The green orb discombobulated from the end of the stick and started to fly towards Danny. Danny sighed and with a roll of his eyes swiftly dodged the attack. It didn't even radiate the power a simple ecto blast would. Though that didn't mean he wanted to test his luck- the man seemed dead serious, pardon the pun, on killing him with this little green laser light, so he figured it would be in his best interests to dodge the emerald ray. Unfortunately, another green light flew at him almost immediately after in unexpected haste, too late for Danny to avoid. It hit him in the stomach...
… and it kind of tickled.
The man stared at him in unmasked shock, his hideous slit eyes widening in slowly rising anger.
"How did you survive my killing curse?" the man screeched.
Danny walked closer to the reptilian man, ignoring the man's stick confidently pointed at him, obviously preparing to fire another green tickle blast.
"You call that a killing curse? Who'd you learn it from? Tickle-me-Elmo?"
Before the man could fire off another burst of green light, Danny raised his own hand and formed it into a fist...
… and landed a solid punch to the man's head.
And the snake man, being powerful in magic but weak in body fell down, anticlimatically unconscious with a dull thud. Gasps were heard all around the fallen foe. Danny blinked, looking around and noticing a group of black clad men with skull masks on for the first time. They all looked stunned.
"What? He started it!"
And so, Danny Fenton, Half Ghost Extraordinaire succeeded in something no wizard of yet had accomplished to date: he defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort... with a punch.