Kingdom Come 12

Sid and Voldemort stood back to back. The dark lord held his wand in front of his face, while Sid had no visible weapon at all. The others had separated around them, though the Death Eaters and Sora and the others were on opposite sides of each other. Harry was still in chains under the tree, the opponents standing in front of him so he can watch his fate as it played out. Before the fight he had began, Sid had informed the others to make sure to watch out for any sign of Voldemort's trickery and to stay close to the bound Harry to protect him.

The duel began. Each took ten paces forward, opposite each others. At the tenth, they turned and stood before each other. Voldemort whipped his wand into position, while Sid merely stood calm and still.

"Kaj lied to you," Sid said suddenly, trying to explain things once more to Voldemort. "The Burning Legion will destroy your world, and even if you survive and serve the Burning Legion, you will merely be a puppet for their master. Surely you, the might Lord Voldemort, will never serve another, would you?"

Voldemort hesitated a moment, then sneered. "I care not for your worries. My only true goal is to kill the boy, and if Kaj does betray me, he will suffer as no one else had. Let this duel begin." Voldemort readied himself once more and unleashed his first spell. It was the red spell again, which Sid deflected easily once more.

The air shimmered around Voldemort, much to his surprise. It seemed to grow heavy and his movements grew sluggish. And he began to grow very, very tired. His vision began to darken, though he knew his eyes remained open. Whatever spell his opponent was casting, it was a powerful one. He would have to finish the quickly.

He said a quick counter spell, to counter whatever magic was currently working against him. Then he used his signature spell, the Avada Kedavra. Green lightning arced from the wand toward Sid, and struck him. The air crackled with energy as the spell magic coursed through Sid's body. But, much to Voldemort's surprise, Sid did not die. He regained his composure and in a brief burst of light canceled out the unforgivable curse and sending Voldemort flying back. His Death Eaters were their to cushion his fall and then prepared to strike back at Sid for wounding their master.

"Stop." Voldemort said. He knew he was defeated and Sid had won. "Stop you fools. Our duel is over, and he has won." He said begrudgingly.

Then, with a wave of Voldemort's hand, Harry's locks unlocked and he fell to the ground. He gasped as he hit the ground, and then realized himself that whatever spell Voldemort had cast on him to silence him had been removed as well. He dusted himself and stood, then fell slightly, only to be supported by the spiky haired boy, the one the man had called Sora.

"Thank you." Harry said in an accent. He walked over to the others, with Sora helping him, and thanked he others and introduced themselves.

"Now, Lord Voldemort, as per out agreement, Harry is now with us, and you must do as I say. But I shall let you out of our deal if you only do one thing for me."
Voldemort did not say anything and awaited his order.

"I want you to remain in this world, take no actions against any of Harry's friends or relatives, and if and when the time comes, I want you to protect this world from Kaj and the Burning Legion. You and your minions will provide a worthy defense against the demons."

"I of course, have to accept." Voldemort said with a sneer. "But when this is over, I wish to challenge you again."

"Of course." Sid said.

"But are you sure, in your infinite wisdom," Voldemort said mockingly. "That the Legion will attack."

Sid's face darkened. "They will, but that is why we are trying to stop them. I have convinced others like you to help as well and with each of you protecting your own worlds, we will be that much closer to our goals."

"Then in that case, I wish you success," Voldemort said. "But do return one day, for then I will kill you."

Sid stared at the lord Dark Wizard for a moment. "Harry, come over please." He said, beckoning to Harry, and the boy walked over. He held Harry while the others held on as well. Then they disappeared again, leaving them as quietly as they had arrived. Voldemort thought for a moment, then stood.

"You heard him," Voldemort told his minions. "We have things to prepare."

-

He existed in a hellish void, where there was no top or bottom. There simply was. The void had always been, and will always be. No one could find it, unless you had already been there.

Legions of demons existed in the void, their hellish prison for eternities. Rows upon rows of demons moved around in their unending armies. Doomgaurd flew in the hellish sky, while Felgaurd walked below. Felhounds dodged around through each of the Felgaurds, while the hulking Infernals were allowed to pass, less the others be crushed. Eredars and Nathrezim watched the others as their unending marching continued. Even other countless horrors existed, some big and some small, and some flew in the air like the Doomgaurd. But one thing united them all: they all lived for nothing but evil and destruction.

The void was a prison for them, but they had learn ways to escape. In some cases, they used their own spells to escape their prison and unleash their assault on unsuspecting worlds. So many worlds have fallen to their power that they have lost count. In other cases, some foolish sorcerers or spellcasters had contacted them in some way. They were promised power and rewards for giving them access to their world. Then the Legion would come, and they would be rewarded, with their destruction and oblivion. Only some were found worthy enough to join their ranks.

Kaj was one of them. But he was a special case. He had discovered about the Legion, when once trying to stop them. Now he had joined them and was a favorite of his master.

Something that Archimonde hated bitterly.

"I am sorry, Lord," Kaj bowed on one knee. "Voldemort was defeated."

Archimonde snickered. "A foolish attempt by a foolish wizard."

Whether the slight was against Kaj or his puppet it did not matter. "You fared no better against Sid." Kaj retorted.

"Those insects do not know any better." Archimonde said. Before they could continue, their master spoke.

Silence both of you, Their master spoke in their minds, shaking their collectedness. Even Archimonde was quelled before his master. It no longer matters what has occurred. All that matter what will be. The planeswalker has already made efforts to prevent more of our preparations, and we shall not displease him.

"But surely we can circumvent his plan, my Lord?" Archimonde spoke.

Of course, as it is how it has been planned all along, The demon master spoke once more. When we engage them in combat, you Archimonde shall await here for you orders. Then we will strike them where they least suspect. And then Sid and his band shall be wiped away from existence, and all opposition will be gone.

And then the demon lord, Sargeras, laughed.

Author's Note:

Just to say it, I do like Harry Potter, but I don't know much about the technical stuff about it. The whole "duel" thing I largely made up. I'm not sure if wizards are bound by accepting challenges, though I know that they would be bound to honor the conditions of the duel. That's just about true for any duel.

Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying the story. Please review:)