Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, followed and favourited! It gives me a really warm feeling inside :). And inspires me to write. Also a huge thank you to DrafonNOOB, who gave me my first ever author follow and favourite!

Oh, and in case I didn't make it clear, the world the competition is taking place in is our own. I originally considered having a custom made world with bits taken from LOTR, Star Wars and HP, but decided against it, as this seemed like a better idea.

Lord Voldemort had what is generally know as a headache. Normally he did not suffer from such things, but today was different. He had never known anyone - other than that damned Potter brat - to survive his killing curse before. But that insufferable man with the black armour and sword had not only done that - he'd mocked and insulted the Dark Lord and messed up his spell work. And Voldemort was definitely one to bear grudges.

This other person - also dressed in black armour and a cloak - was very quiet, apart from the heavy breathing noise, for which Voldemort was glad. Currently he was not in the mood for conversation.

A door appeared in the disgusting pink walls of the place, and Voldemort was the first to reach it. He put his hand on the handle - plastic and tacky like everything else in this place - and turned it, pulling the door towards him. It opened with a creak, and stepping out, he found his eyes confronted with a busy Muggle street. He stepped out onto the pavement, and was very pleased to note Sauron's utter confusion. "What is this place?" He asked.

People were giving all three of them funny looks, and Voldemort did have to admit that they all looked very odd to these people, especially Sauron and Darth Vader.

Voldemort flicked his wand. "Invisible-cloakio!" He said, and vanished from the people's sight. Much as he would rather kill the lot of them, just now was not the time. "Forgettio!" He added, to remove the memory of his presence from their minds.

Behind him Sauron made a noise of disbelief, and Voldemort grinned. Not so high and mighty anymore! What annoyed him was when Darth Vader asked "Did something happen?"

Voldemort swung on him. "Of course it did! I became invisible!"

The man who seemed to be armoured entirely in plastic tilted his head at him and answered "Not to everyone, obviously."

Voldemort snapped angrily at him "You're lucky I don't crucio you!"

Lord Vader retaliated by attempting to choke Voldemort with the Force. I say attempting, because at that moment they were interrupted by three large and stereotypical policemen, complete with helmets and accents, informing them that they were being "Arrested for breach of the peace."

All three of them immediately turned on the policemen, united by this common enemy. Sauron drew his sword, Darth Vader his lightsaber, and Voldemort his wand. The policemen looked like they had gotten into deep water, and one took a step back. They were about to wade into combat, when the most aggravating person Voldemort had ever had the misfortune to encounter got in his way.

"Expelliarmus!" Yelled Harry Potter, and Voldemort's wand went flying.

"Can everyone see through my invisibility?" He howled, and leapt after the little stick, which luckily just missed falling down a drain.

"Of course I can, what do you expect if you use cheapy spells like than that aren't even canon?" Harry called back, and then added "Stupefy!" as an afterthought. He missed.

Voldemort picked up his wand, and turned to face the world's most aggravating teenager. "Avada kedavra!" He shouted, but Harry Potter had used his wand at exactly the same time and with a sinking feeling Voldemort realised that this wasn't the Elder Wand, and he was stuck with the twin cores problem again. Whoever this Eru person was from the last chapter, Voldemort resolved that he was going to kill him the next time they met.

Risking a glance over his shoulder, Voldemort saw that Darth Vader seemed to be embroiled in a lightsaber battle with a brown haired, handsome boy a few years older than Harry Potter, with a very notable cleft in his chin, while Sauron was beset by a whole group of people, an annoying looking ruggedly handsome man, a giant dog and a very small person, a bit taller than a house-elf. It was all most peculiar.

Switching his attention back to Harry, Voldemort broke the spell he had cast, dodged Harry's, and tried to apparate to Dumbledore's tomb. He needed to get the Elder Wand again as soon as was possible.

It didn't work. Voldemort blinked, stunned, and killed a random bystander he was in such a bad mood. "No one cares when I have a headache," He complained to Harry Potter. "But they write seven books about it when you have a little pain in the head!"

Harry Potter looked surprised. "Now that was hardly a little pain in the head! And it was all your fault anyway!"

"How dare you! You're always blaming me for everything that goes wrong!"

"That's probably because you're the Dark Lord." Harry remonstrated.

Voldemort couldn't find a satisfactory answer to that, so instead tried to kill Harry Potter again, in the hope of catching him off guard. It didn't work.

Suddenly Voldemort became aware that he had an audience. He glanced back, and saw to his anger and chagrin that both his black armoured companions had finished their fights and were standing watching him. Spurred on by this, Voldemort tried a new tactic. Breaking off the golden spell thing connecting his wand to Harry Potter's, he pointed his wand at himself and said "Engorgio!"

He grew very quickly to the size of a giant, then he stopped himself. Grinning hugely, he lifted a foot and trod on Harry Potter. Then he looked at Lord Vader and Sauron, and considered squashing them, too. Darth Vader drew his lightsaber again, and Sauron set a nearby and convenient police box on fire. Oddly enough, Voldemort hadn't noticed it being there before. It seemed to vanish very quickly, too. Voldemort took the point. Probably not the best idea in the world just now. He shrank down once again.

The street was deserted, empty of people. They had fled the battle. Voldemort looked at where he had trodden, and realised angrily that with the absence of squashed Potter on the ground, the stupid boy must have apparated away. He ground his teeth. And he had been so close!

He used a thought to comfort himself. This couldn't be the real version of Harry Potter anyway, and when he won he could kill the real one! That cheered him up, and set him to thinking how to gain the biggest empire, in the shortest possible time. "Bye!" He called to Darth Vader and Sauron. "I'm going to America to kill the president."

And with that he disapparated.