Kingdom Come 10

He looked like a walking corpse. He was nothing but skin and bones. When he walked, he walked with purpose of movement. His black as night robe trailed behind him, and if it were not for his pale white skin in the moonlight, he would be near imperceptible. His face and other features were shriveled and wrinkled, as if his skin had been stretched out repeatedly and then put back into place.

"Harry Potter." Lord Voldemort stated with spite at the name of the boy dangling in front of him in chains. "How easy it was to capture you."

Harry Potter, the young boy wizard, hung from a tress in chains. His legs dangled below him as his arms were chained up. If only he could get his hands on his magic wand he would have a chance. Just a chance.

Around them in a circle were the Deatheaters, minions of Lord Voldemort. Over their faces they wore masks, the color of bare white bone. Black cloaks covered their bodies, preventing any one from discerning who lay under their masks. They stared as their master spoke to his nemesis, and awaited the boy's imminent death.

Harry still did not fully understand how Voldemort had captured him. One minute, he was at home. The next, he was in Voldemort's clutches. Voldemort must have used very powerful magic to bring him here. The only problem with that is, while at his home with the Durseleys, the magical protection there should have prevented Voldemort from moving against him. The question then was, how did Voldemort do so?

Unfortunately, it did not seem that he would ever have time to figure it out.

"And now, you shall join your precious Dumbledore," Voldemort spoke. If Harry could have said anything he would, but not only was he weary from the beating Voldemort had inflicted on him the moment of his capture, but he had also cast a spell on Harry preventing him from saying anything. Voldemort raised his wand, and started to say "Avada Kedav-"

He cut off his unforgivable curse. Harry looked around to see why on earth the Dark Lord would have stopped his spell. Then he, along with the gathered Deatheaters, saw why. Several intruders to Voldemort's gathering had just popped in. Literally, they had not been there a moment ago, standing just a few feet away to the side of Voldemort and Harry, and now they were their.

Two were young boys, one with bright yellow hair and the other with spiky brown hair. Another had white hair and wore a red robe. The last was older than the others and had a commanding aura around him. And something even more, something that resonated a great magical power.

They all looked around at the gathered event. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were too surprised for a moment to say anything. The four intruders saw Harry, and the spiky haired boy and the older man looked each other in the eyes and nodded.

"Put that boy down." The man spoke. Harry did not know what was happening, but these people some how came to help him.

Now Voldemort was prepared. He laughed, scornfully. "How dare you command me, the great Lord Voldemort. Die." He pointed his wand at the man who had commanded him, a red beam striking at him from the wand. The blast almost hit but the man put up a hand and deflected the attack harmlessly at the ground.

"You will not be able to defeat me." He said.

"We shall see about that, Sid." Voldemort said. The man, Sid, looked very surprised. "You and your foolish friends will never leave here alive."
"How do you know of us?" Sid said.

"I was told of your coming by an old friend of yours. Kaj I believe." Voldemort said. "He said you would be coming for this boy." He looked at Harry. "Then he made a deal with me. He gave me the power to capture and kill him, and in return he would give me the power to rule this world. Of course, I will kill Potter either way, but this is just easier."

Voldemort had answered Harry's question. Somehow, someone had given him an ability to move around the spell protecting him and brought him here. But at the same time, it also answered Sid's question.

"You have no idea what you are dealing with, Voldemort." Sid said.

"Oh, but I do. Kaj told me all about his master's plan for this world. However, I was promised that I will be left in charge of this world, and for serving his master I would be rewarded with unimaginable power, and this world shall be recreated to serve me."

"He lied. His master wants nothing for you and is only using you. He will destroy you, even if you succeed."

"We shall see." The dark wizard said. He turned toward Harry. "Now's this boy's death is at hand. Then I shall deal with you. Avada-"

"I challenge you to a duel!" Sid said, cutting off Voldemort's curse.

His eyes widened. "What did you say?" He lowered his wand.

"You heard me." Sid said. "I challenge you to a duel."
"My Lord, please, allow me to finish off this nonsense." One of the Death Eaters said.

"Silence fool." Voldemort snapped back.

"Any wizard challenged to a duel cannot back down. You have to agree to duel me."

"On what terms?" Voldemort hissed.

"If I win, I gain Harry's life, and you must do what I say." Sid said. "And if you win, the boy's life is yours to do with as you please, and I will give up my own life and power to you. The power that Kaj promised you will ultimately be yours."

"Sid you can't." Sora said.

"Quiet, Sora, this is the only way." Sid said.

"Agreed." Voldemort said after a moment of thinking it over. He walked toward Sid. "But one more thing, if I win, you're friends become mine to do with as I please as well."
Sid eyed the others for a moment. Then at last he said. "Agreed." They shook on it, and the deed was done.