Thirty-one to Forty

Thirty-one: (In honor of a recent movie...)

Voldemort reappeared in an alley. He swore viciously and looked around as he tried to figure out where he was. It was some sort of Muggle town and swore again as he found a newspaper on the ground. "Harry Potter sent me to America?!" he thought as he looked at the headlines.

He was about to walk out of the alley when the strangest thing he'd ever seen pulled into the alley on a motorcycle. The red eyed Dark Lord and the cycle rider with the flaming skull regarded each other for a minute. "You aren't the one I seek this night, but you are steeped in evil," said the skull faced being, and Voldemort brought up his wand. Anything that looked for people and could tell he was evil just by looking at him was bad news.

He was a little bit slower than his opponent though, as a chain came whipping out of nowhere and wrapped around his chest and arms, forcing him to the ground and making Tom drop his wand. "Feel the Fires of Vengeance," the rider said, and Voldemort had just one second to watch the fire flare as it traveled down the chain. "This is going to hurt," was his last thought before the fire hit him.

Thirty-two: (Diamondchild, this one is yours.)

The mother dragon sighed in relief as a human of some sort appeared before her. She lashed around with her tail, impaling the creature and making it drop the little stick it was holding. She draped the weakly struggling human over the edge of the nursery pit and listened to her child snapping and chewing at the meal. "What luck," she thought happily. "Just as my baby was getting hungry too."

Thirty-three:

Voldemort appeared in front of three Muggle teen-agers and cursed. He didn't know where he was, but he was going to make Potter suffer for this. He decided to kill the Muggles and raised his wand to point it at the short one with the red and white cap on.

A strange beast, some yellow thing with black button eyes rammed into the boy, knocking him out of the way of the Killing Curse. The little beast turned toward Voldemort and unleashed a bolt of electricity that blew him across the clearing. Voldemort struggled to his feet, revising his opinion. That was a magical beast of some kind, so those children had to be Wizards.

He looked back at the children and saw them releasing more monsters. The girl released a star shaped thing and the older boy made a huge rock snake of some kind appear. The star thing soaked Voldemort and an old memory from the Muggle orphanage surfaced. He looked around for the yellow beast and found it sitting in the puddle around his feet. It looked at him and made a strange sound as it exploded in a massive ball of electrical energy.

"Pikachu!"

Thirty-four:

Voldemort blinked into the air and fell some three meters to the ground. He stood up and cast a spell allowing him to find his enemies. A glow started in a nearby tree and he threw a Killing Curse at it. The curse hit and whoever it was hiding under the invisibility spell died without a sound. Voldemort looked around, trying to figure out what Potter had done.

He was in some sort of jungle, and from the feel of the heat, it must be near the equator. He tried to Apparate but it wouldn't work for some reason. He cursed and started walking, heading north.

Behind him, three beings looked at the remains of the fourth hunter in their group. They looked at each other and nodded. Turning away from the body, the three Predators started this new hunt.

This one promised to be quite a challenge.

Thirty-five:

Voldemort appeared in a scene from some sort of drug-induced hallucination. There was a large angry woman on a throne, being attended by men with playing cards for bodies. She glared at him. "You don't have an appointment! You failed to kneel to the Red Queen! Off with his head!"

As the playing cards drew swords and charged, Voldemort smirked. He knew how to deal with this. He brought his wand up and began cursing the cards. Killing Curses, Reductos and fire spells dropped cards with every shot, and it took him almost a minute to realize that when he hit one of them, they only fell down and stayed down for a few seconds. Then they got back up, even the ones that he used the Killing Curse on.

"That's impossible!" he snarled as they closed in.

The Red Queen smiled as the intruder disappeared under the swords of her men. "Maybe it is," she said, "but I make it a practice to believe eight impossible things before breakfast each morning."

Thirty-six:

Voldemort popped into a room and looked around. He'd interrupted a fight apparently. To his left, a blue skinned man was jumping up and down in fury and a teenage boy was pulling up his pants. The boy had a chattering thing on his shoulder, and Voldemort decided it must be a familiar.

To his right, two women had been fighting in a Muggle style. One was a young woman with impossibly red hair and the other appeared to have hands covered in the Killing Curse. He focused on that woman as the most dangerous one of this bunch.

He whipped a Killing Curse toward her and sent another toward the redhead as an afterthought. He didn't need any Weasley types here.

He turned toward the men and missed the two women dodging his curses. They looked at each other. "Friend of yours?" asked the redhead.

The older woman rolled her eyes. "I know you're young, but maybe you noticed he attacked me first?" she said in a sarcastic way.

They looked at each other. "I still have three minutes to defeat your plan for world conquest. Truce for two minutes, while we deal with him?" The redhead waited for an answer.

The woman with the glowing green hands considered it and shrugged. "Why not? It will be nice to be on the winning side for once."

The two women headed toward the interloper, each in their own way. The woman with the hands simply ran at him, cocking one of her hands back. The redhead grabbed a conveniently dangling wire and swung up and over, releasing it at the top of the swing, back flipping off of a wall and launching herself into a dropkick aimed at the man in the bad robes.

Voldemort saw the blue skinned man looking behind him and turned, just in time to be knocked on his A... rear by the redhead. Before he could do anything, the green woman hit him.

Pain exploded through his system as he flew across the room and through the wall. Kim Possible glared at her arch enemy. "You didn't have to kill him."

Shego shrugged. "I'm a villain, Princess, that's what I do."

They both ducked as the robed man sent another green bolt their way. Kim and Shego both stared at the man with the gaping hole in his chest where Shego's energy fist had struck him. They looked at each other and Voldemort went through the wall again, as Kim's foot and Shego's fist both connected at the same time. This time, Shego hit him in the head.

They watched as a ghost thing with a human appearing head rose from the body and went wailing through a wall.

"Great," said Kim in annoyance as she went back to stopping Dr. Drakken's latest plan of world conquest, "Another constantly returning Bad Guy."

She sighed as Shego smirked at her. "I helped you, Princess, now you owe me one."

This just wasn't Kim's day.

Thirty-seven:

Voldemort appeared in a room and looked around curiously. It was a steel room and the single door was without a handle on this side. He looked up as a hissing began. Very soon, he could smell something strange in the air. It wasn't until his hand spasmed and he dropped his wand that he understood that something was wrong.

Outside the room, the two Nazis watched a gauge carefully. "It seems that the room is secure. There is no loss of pressure, even under a three atmosphere pressure."

The other one agreed. "It's a good thing, too. That new nerve gas is supposed to be bad for your complexion."

The other one laughed. "We'll find out soon enough. The first shipment of prisoners is due in a week." He looked at his watch. "The test is over, let's pump the gas out and check the inside for damage."

They found the body in the room, and not being one to waste an opportunity, they went ahead and started the autopsy. Until the body screamed as they cut it open.

Five days later, they determined that they had a reusable test subject.

How very efficient.

Thirty-eight:

Voldemort appeared on a plain. He looked around but the only thing in sight was grass and a single eagle far off in the sky. He frowned and tried to Apparate. It failed and he cursed. Using a point me spell, he started north.

He'd been walking for about five minutes when he heard a faint noise. He stopped and listened. It was growing louder, and sounded like thunder. He frowned, looking around.

Over a crest in front of him, a few animals appeared, quickly followed by more. Soon, the horizon was covered with the huge beasts, all running toward him at full speed.

He recognized the beasts from a class in the Muggle orphanage, and even as he ran he was thinking. "This is impossible. There have not been this many buffalo in over a century."

Impossible or not, Stampeding Buffalo can run far faster and longer than anything on two legs and Voldemort soon fell, to be trampled by nearly twenty thousand animals.

In 1326, Lord Voldemort became the first white man to be trampled by buffalo.

Thirty-nine:

Voldemort appeared in front of a thing. The two of them examined each other in silence for a minute. The thing saw a strangely reptilian man, with red eyes and a stick in one hand.

Voldemort saw a humanoid shape made of metal, with a mirrored glass plate where his face should be.

Corporal Alexander Tremaine, Mobile Infantry checked his readouts and sent them up his data link. He got the word back almost instantly. Whatever that thing was, it was not human. That meant it must be something created by the Bugs. Almost casually, he brought his flame-thrower online and roasted the thing.

He checked his read outs and grumbled. He was nearly out of position with the platoon. He used his jump jets to catch up, making sure to step on the thing's head as he went by.

Damn Bugs and their toys.

Forty: (Since Laurell K. Hamilton doesn't allow fanfiction, this is not Anita Blake.)

Voldemort appeared in front of a woman that caught his eye. It wasn't her china doll beauty, or the Muggle gun she was pointing at him, but the raw power, some sort of Magic that swirled around her like a living thing. The power called to him, seducing him, even as he fought it.

Taani Bleak looked at the thing that had appeared in front of her and raised her Browning pistol. She didn't know what it was, but it felt of death, magic and evil. She almost smiled as she pumped three rounds into it. It was nice to find a monster that was just evil and not a friend. She frowned as it continued to move after she shot it. She pulled her sawed-off shotgun and gave it a traditional vampire slaying, taking out the head and heart.

She waited a few minutes and smiled as the body decayed. That was easy.

Even as she thought that, a spirit thing rose from the body and fled. She sighed. "Of course it couldn't that easy, I'm not that lucky."

Bonus Death:

Voldemort appeared in a strange room. He blinked, not understanding what he was seeing. Strange machines and consoles were everywhere, and lights blinked on panels set in the walls. He turned and froze. In front of him was a huge window, and it looked out on nothing, except a globe slowly turning in front of him.

Not being a stupid man, he quickly figured out that he was looking at a planet from above. He jumped and spun as a voice came from nowhere.

"The Nostradamus will self destruct in T minus one minute. You have thirty seconds to reach minimum safe distance."

OoOoOoO Author's Notes. OoOoOoO

Ten House points to the first person to identify the movie the bonus death is from. (Hint: The spoken line is from the movie.)

Some of you have made suggestions for ways to destroy the Dork Lard... and I'm getting to them as I can. Some of them I know nothing about so I have to research them before I can use them Be patient, I'll get to all of them, even if this goes over 100 ways.

Raven