Ten more ways to cause Voldemort to wish he'd chosen to kill Neville.
Eleven to Twenty
Eleven:
Tom Riddle didn't even have time to curse as the four Muggles he's reappeared in front of raised their weapons and blew him into tiny pieces. As his spirit went off to find another small animal to inhabit, he heard the men talking.
"What in the hell was that?" asked one of the men.
"I dunno," said another, who shrugged. "But he wasn't a member of the militia, so he had to die."
Twelve:
Lord Voldemort appeared and looked around. He smiled as he cast a Reducto at a tree and watched it explode into tiny splinters. He'd never felt so much magic anywhere, not even in Hogwarts. He was quite certain that with this much power, he could take over the world easily, as soon as he figured out where he was.
Tom Riddle was a particularly stubborn type of person, and it took him nearly a year to admit he was the only living thing on this island, and that you couldn't leave it.
Thirteen:
Voldemort appeared in the centre of a street and frowned. Everyone was ignoring him, running in one direction and screaming. After he killed one idiot Muggle that bumped into him in her panic, he turned around to what they were running from.
He never saw what it was, as the twenty meter foot of a huge ape came down and squashed him.
Fourteen:
Voldemort appeared and looked around. Facing him were some of the strangest people he'd ever seen. There was a red-haired woman, reminding him of Lily Potter, but dressed in what appeared to be a uniform of some kind, made of black leather. Next to her was a tall man, with a single lens in his glasses, that glowed a strange red. Beside them was a golem in human shape, a man three metres high and made of metal. Floating above and slightly behind them was a black woman with white hair, flying by some magic he didn't know. Also with them was a young ghost and an irritated looking short man with a cigar in his mouth.
"Who are you, bub?" the short man asked and Voldemort decided to show them his power. He raised her wand and spoke. "Crucio."
The spell missed as the group exploded into movement. The tall man simply touched his glasses and a red beam shot out, blowing Voldemort into the wall behind him. The black woman gestured and lightning struck him before he could even get his breath to put up a shield. An instant later, he felt someone trying to touch his mind, and the redhead frowned at him. "I can't touch his mind, but he has the feel of evil."
The metal golem was throwing the short man at Voldemort, and he had just enough time to realize the metal claws were growing out of the man's hands before those claws were deep in his chest. The last thing he heard as he faded from consciousness was the short man. "Jeanie, he came in here and tried to do something to us. The evil was a given, doncha think?"
Fifteen:
Voldemort appeared in front of an old Wizard, who radiated power. The Wizard looked at Voldemort and he felt his mental defences being pushed aside, as if they were not even there. "You are far too evil and steeped in death for me to allow you to roam free."
With that decision, Merlin blasted the intruder into ash, and captured its greatly reduced soul as it tried to flee. He looked around and finally shrugged. He wiped the man's memories and magic away with a thought and put the soul in a rabbit. "Go, live and be reborn. Mayhap next time you will be a better person." He turned, looking at the sky. Young Arthur should be pulling the sword from the stone any minute now, and he still had many things to do.
Sixteen:
Voldemort appeared in the centre of a city, somewhere in the Orient he judged, by the number of oriental faces in the street. They were staring at him in confusion and he was just deciding what he was going to do when there was a bright flash, and Nagasaki was destroyed by the second of two atomic bombs dropped in war.
Seventeen:
Voldemort appeared in front of a Muggle, a curly haired man with a scarf wrapped around his neck, who was just exiting a blue telephone box. Voldemort smiled to himself. All Potter's stone had done was move him to London. Easily dealt with. Voldemort concentrated on the place where he'd been fighting with Harry Potter and tried to Apparate.
As his molecules shredded themselves across five dimensions, ripping him apart in a spray of blood and pain such as he'd never imagined, he heard the strange man speak.
"You'd think that people would learn to follow the rules of the universe they're in. Everyone knows you can't teleport from this world."
Eighteen:
Voldemort appeared, standing on a pile of gold, but before he could say anything a deafening roar nearly shattered his eardrums. "Thief!"
He spun around, leading with his wand and stopped in surprise. The biggest dragon he'd ever even heard of was glaring at him. "You're not the Barrel-rider who was here a few minutes ago, but you'll do."
Smaug lowered his head and breathed fire on the fool, wishing the Barrel-rider hadn't escaped.
Nineteen:
Voldemort appeared in the centre of a group of Muggles. He looked around and frowned when he realized they were ignoring him to stare at the sky. He looked up and saw nothing, until the full moon crested the horizon. He shrugged, turning back to the Muggles.
He looked and froze. The Muggles had all shifted, and Voldemort stood in the centre of nearly thirty werewolves.
Twenty:
Voldemort appeared and started to fall. He tried to cast a spell, but magic didn't work here. He looked at the ground rushing up and tried to estimate how high he was.
At least twelve thousand metres he decided. He had a minute or two to learn to fly without magic.
