It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder shook the skies, rain poured down in torrents, and the streets of Arendelle were so flooded you could swim down them.
Up above the clouds, however, all was peaceful. Here, Lord Voldemort flew through the air on his broomstick - a brand new Nimbus 9000. He circled around, looking up at the sky to get his bearing from the stars, before plunging downward. Upon breaking through the clouds, he was drenched immediately but continued flying, making a beeline straight for the castle. It was the perfect night for such a mission. The sentinels would have a hard time seeing him coming in from afar.
He hovered by a window on the fifth floor of the castle and peered inside. "Hmmm, the boy's not here," he thought to himself. He remained there, wondering what his next course of action should be. Of course, the safest option was to wait for the boy to come in, go to bed, and fall asleep. Voldemort, however, was a very impatient man. "Oh, I'll just enter the room, knock him out when he comes in through the door, and be done with all this," he thought to himself. He pulled out a swiss army knife, cut a large hole in the window, and flew through.
"Ah," Voldemort sighed. It was warm in the castle. There was no fire burning in the fireplace, but there was a large pile of wood in it. Voldemort considered setting it alight to warm himself further and dry off, but unfortunately, he did not know how to use matches. His wand had been confiscated by his superiors after his failure to take over the wizarding world on Earth. As punishment, he had been sent on a mission to kidnap a certain boy without it. If he succeeded, he would get it back.
Meanwhile, Brian and Jake were heading down the, hall, having just finished playing several intense games of pool with each other. They had decided to go to Jake's room afterwards to study some more Latin grammar because they definitely hadn't had enough of that. Brian entered the room first and was hit on the head with a chair by Voldemort, who was hiding behind the door. As Voldemort reached down to pick up the body, he received a forceful kick to the stomach from Jake that sent him flying across the room. He bounced off the window, shattering it in the process, and landed hard on the floor before picking himself up.
"Eh, there are two of you?" he asked Jake.
"Two of whom?" replied Jake, "What do you mean?"
"Which one of you is Jake?" asked Voldemort, eyeing Jake cautiously and slowly moving toward him.
"I am," replied Jake, thoroughly confused. Abbey had not yet told the others about the flying monkey incident earlier, so he had no idea that he and his friends were being targeted by entities far more powerful than a few dwarves. Indeed, Voldemort's superiors were not the kinds of people you would ever want to run into.
"So you are the one I want," replied Voldemort. He tackled Jake, and the next moment, the two of them were wrestling around on the floor.
Suddenly, Anna and Kayla walked in.
"Hey," said Kayla, "We heard glass breaking and wondered…" Her eyes grew wide as she saw the Trojan warrior and dark wizard trying to strangle each other on the ground. "Hey! Get off my friend!" she shouted. She leapt forward, grabbed Voldemort by his neck, and flung him against the bedpost.
Enraged, he drew two sai from his belt and tried to rush toward his new attacker, only to be tripped by Brian, who had finally come to (marvelous to say!). At the same time, Bellatrix flew in through the window and Abbey walked in through the door.
"My Lord, are you alright?" asked Bellatrix.
"What the heck are you doing here?" asked Voldemort.
"I came to see if you were in need of any assistance," replied the evil witch, leaning her broomstick next to Voldemort's and stepping into the room.
Kayla took one look at Bellatrix and ran out of the room. Upon seeing this, she laughed. "Oh, look, a bunch of scared to death children who don't know what they've gotten themselves into. What a pity. I'll ensure your deaths are as painful as possible." Saying this, she reached into her pocket for her wand and realized it wasn't there. She too was in the same position as Voldemort, and had had her permission to use a wand revoked after her failure. Being a woman with a very short attention span, she had gotten bored of her own redemption mission and come to visit her crush, the Dark Lord.
Actually, as it turned out, Kayla had not run away from fright. She had run away to go get her katana, and a moment later, came charging back in. The next thing everyone knew, Bellatrix lay disemboweled on the floor.
"Shame on you Kayla," said Abbey, observing the growing red stain on the carpet, "Anna's not going to be too happy about this."
"Oh, she'll understand once we tell her we were attacked by a freaking dark wizard and witch," said Anna (the other one).
Voldemort was enraged. He roared like a bull high on drugs and rushed toward Jake, intending to impale him with his two weapons. Jake, leapt on the bed, bounced over the Dark Lord's head, landed by his desk, grabbed his sword from his chair, and unsheathed it. Brian did the same with his, which he happened to have on him. Three blades began repeatedly raining blows down on Voldemort, as Jake, Brian, and Kayla attacked the Dark Lord. The air resounded with the clang of metal against metal as Voldemort struggled to block all of them.
"Where the heck did you learn to fight like this?" asked Kayla.
"I drank a potion that gave me great proficiency in the martial arts," replied Voldemort.
"Go figure!" said Kayla.
Still, the two Trojan warriors and the katana wielding girl proved to be more than a match for him, and it was only by sheer luck that he managed to trap the blade of Brian's sword between two prongs of one of his sai and disarm him. He followed up with a sidekick to his chest, slamming him against the wall.
At that moment, he saw Abbey and Anna entering the room. They had left a minute ago to retrieve their own weapons. Knowing he could not handle all five of them, and knowing that the effects of the potion were going to wear out soon, Voldemort thought fast. Whirling around, the Dark Lord flung his two sai at Kayla to distract her and buy him a few precious seconds, which he used to seize Jake with one hand and his broomstick with the other. With a loud cry of "So long, suckers!" he swung his leg over it and flew toward the window.
"STOP!" screamed Brian. He, Kayla, Jake, Abbey, and Anna all made a lunge for the broomstick. Each managed to seize a handful of bristles, and a second later, found themselves drenched as they were pulled out into the rainy night.