Title: Harry Potters and the Ultimate Scooby Gang, Prologue

Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author

E-Mail Address: EvilAuthor@aol.com

Archive: Anywhere and everywhere. Just tell me if you do.

Spoilers: Anything goes

Summary: It's the gathering of the Big Bads.

Disclaimer: Characters and concepts belong to their owners who I'm too lazy to list.

"So tell me, Lucius, how does victory taste?"

"This is victory?" Lucius Malfoy croaked as he watched the mushroom cloud rise over what had once been the last refuge of wizarding kind. Only the most powerful of protective charms kept the radiation from touching him. Once Voldemort had taken over the wizarding world, Lucius had assumed that wiping out the muggles was a foregone conclusion. The muggle world's ability to fight back had proved disconcerting.

"Isn't it?" his master laughed. "Isn't it what you and the other Death Eaters always wanted? All muggles and mudbloods are dead now. The only remaining examples of humanity left are all pureblood wizards now. Of course, there aren't enough of them left to perpetuate the human species even if they weren't scattered all over the world. Not to mention that all learning both muggle and magical has kinda gone up in smoke."

"How. how could this have happened, milord Voldemort?" Lucius asked in shock. "How could you have permitted events to spin out of control?"

"Lucius, Lucius, Lucius, events were never out of my control." Glowing red eyes in that beautiful face glinted amusement at him. "And shouldn't you be calling me 'milady'?"

"Forgive me, milo. milady," Lucius apologized, looking away.

"Hmm, and I think I need a new name, too," the Dark Lady mused. "After all, I'm not just Voldemort wearing Willow Rosenberg's body. There's so much more to me than that, now."

***

Dawn was bored. In the eternal void between dimensions, there wasn't much to do. Here she was, a cosmic force to be reckoned with, and she couldn't figure out a way to keep amused. Since Cordelia had left, Dawn had tried mucking with the worlds some more on her own, but the results were kind of iffy. Then she had tried to amuse herself with some of the critters that lived in this void, but that had palled quickly. Then she had tried passive observation of the dimensions, but with an infinity to choose from, picking one to concentrate on wasn't easy.

So Dawn was bored. Bored. Bored. Bo.

Hello. What's this?

One of Dawn's lesser selves was using the power of the Key. And she was doing so in a dimension that she had no business being in. Dawn considered. Cordelia, or at least the Powers that Be, would probably want to know about this. Dawn supposed she ought to call them.

Nah, she decided. They probably already knew about it. Probably.

Dawn settled down to watch.

***

"Mine! My Precious! Mine!" cackled the scrawny figure dementedly over the two corpses. He clutched something possessively to his chest. "Master thought he could keep you my Precious, but no."

"Oh, shut the bloody 'ell up!"

The two arms came from behind unseen, and snapped Gollum's neck like a candy bar. A golden ring dropped from his now dead hands and rolled. As Gollum's corpse was dropped to the ground, the ring rolled towards across the stone surface towards the volcanic pit.

A booted foot stepped in the ring just short of the edge, bringing it instantly to a halt. "Spike! What do you think you're doing?" asked the owner of the foot. "You almost let the goods get destroyed."

"Sorry, Niblet," the vampire replied. "But this wanker's ranting was driving me batty."

"Didn't you used to put up with that kind of thing from Drusilla all the time?" Dawn asked, exasperated. She cautiously picked up the One Ring with a set of tongs and deposited it in a mystically protected box.

"Yeah, well Dru was a lot cuter than this guy," Spike said as Dawn opened a portal to another dimension.

***

"Milady, if I may ask." Lucius began as he and the Lady-who-was-still- trying-to-decide-on-a-new-name apparated onto a sand dune in Egypt.

"Hmm?" The Lady closed to her eyes and sent out a wave of power. The wind whipped up, carrying sand with it. "Go ahead, Lucius."

"What is the point of ruling the world if there's nothing left worth ruling?"

"Ah, well, there is no point," the Lady told him absently. "I'm really not interested in ruling anything anymore." The sand shifted as something big began to rise from below. "I guess it's just the Willow in me, but I find dealing with the petty concerns of even my loyal minions to be boring. So I took a different course to ultimate power."

"What would that be, milady?" Lucius asked.

"Blood magic is ancient and powerful, Lucius," the Lady said fondly as the object she was raising freed itself of the sand. It was a giant black ring, inscribed with strange glyphs in two concentric circles. Seven jeweled chevrons were spaced around the rim. "One death supplies immense power. Imagine what I got from six billion."

Lucius tried. He couldn't. What she was talking about was too mind boggling huge.

"Having doubts?" the Lady asked lightly as she flipped the ring to an upright position. The inner ring of glyphs began rotating. The chevrons began lighting up one by one.

"No, milady," Lucius said quickly. "I am just honored that you chose me as the one servant you kept at your side."

"Are you?" the Lady said, sounding amused. "I would have thought you were smarter than that, Lucius." A ceremonial knife materialized in her hand.

Lucius suddenly discovered that he couldn't move. He had been frozen in place without even noticing that a spell was being cast on him. Only his voice was left to him. "Why?"

""Y'know, I really love that Malfoy hubris," the Lady told him as she began to cut. "I told you. Blood magic is powerful. Why should I waste my own energy when I got you right here?"

As his screams died away, the inner ring of the Stargate stopped spinning. Orange and red flames filled the its center but for the blacker than black slit that vertically split the fire. It looked remarkably like an eye.

"READY, VOLDEMORT?" the burning eye asked.

"Just about," the Lady said, slowly licking the mess off her fingers. "And don't call me that anymore. I've settled on a new name for my new composite self."

"INDEED?"

"Call me. Willowmorte."