Author's Note: This is a totally random idea that I had one day a couple years ago. I can't remember what inspired it for the life of me, but I think it's amusing. I certainly haven't seen anything else like it. If you think the idea is interesting, drop me a review and say so. I have an incredible amount of stuff for this story, but it's really complex and would be difficult to write, so I need people's opinions on whether or not this story is worth writing. Thanks in advance. This is pre HBP, AU OotP, by the way. Now on with the seemingly random opening scene.
The Legacy of Merlin, Chapter One:
"Oh come on. It can't be that difficult to recognize yourself, can it?" The grey-eyed man drawled, waving his arm about dramatically.
"That's wonderful Mordred," the Dark Lord replied, "now you're talking to yourself."
"Technically, I'm not," the other man corrected, "I'm talking to you and you're not me. Well," he amended in rather rapid speech, "you're me, but you're not me."
"Obviously," Voldemort snapped. But just what, supposedly, was obvious, no one else seemed to be able to understand. "Now," he continued, "What do want and how did you come by your own body?"
"Oh, it's not mine," 'Mordred' explained, "I'm borrowing it from Harry."
"Ah, because I thought maybe he'd finally just chucked you out due to the fact that you have the tendency to be one hell of a pain in the ass." Suddenly 'Mordred' smiled. What he said next just served to confuse the few unfortunate deatheaters who happened to be standing in the throne room.
"Hey, Alex, long time, no see! How are you?" The onlookers became even more befuddled when the dark lord, who now had brown eyes, answered.
"Fine. You knew that already. Just because you can't see me doesn't mean you can't hear me."
"I was trying to be polite."
"That's a first," 'Alex snorted, "but let's allow them their bodies back, but first, let us harass dearest Voldie somemore, so send Constantine, won't you."
"Sure thing," 'Mordred' answered. With that, the dark lord's eyes became scarlet once more, while 'Mordred's became blue.
"I see that rogue actually did what he was told for once," Voldemort sneered.
'Constantine' answered, "Yes, he did. As surprising as that may be, this is not the time for small talk, as you well know, Voldemort."
"Oh, please, Constantine, you think you're so noble." Voldemort eyed the other man with intense disdain.
"That could possibly be because I am noble."
"Why don't you shut up for once and fight as opposed to talk."
"Oh no, it's Alexander who loves to talk, not me," 'Constantine' corrected the dark lord, who was becoming more irritated by the minute.
"Yes, that's right, Alexander," the name came out almost as a hiss. Voldemort paused. "He really is an annoyance."
"Why?" The other man retorted, "Because he has Harry's bravery, Tom's cunning, and your way with words?"
"No," growled Voldemort, "because he, like Harry, refuses to bloody well die."
"Well," called a mocking voice from the corner of the room, "I can certainly see where the two of us got that from." Another man stepped out of the shadows.
"Speak of the Devil," Voldemort sneered again, "or rather, in your case, the self-proclaimed saint."
"Not exactly, but close enough for now. Well, well, well," he said, looking around the room, "three of us at one place in one time. How fun."
So, any thoughts? That is probably the most bizarre scene I have ever written. It is probably very confusing, but I promise to explain it in depth if I continue the story. Tell me what you think.