Disclaimer: I still don't own anything! NOTHING! Darn it.
Okay okay okay. I am so sorry that I haven't been updating. Seriously, I am. I'll spare you the details, but life threw me some nasty, then not-so-nasty, then really nasty stuff. Then there was Final Fantasy.
Please, please forgive me! But I'm updating now, yeah?
Quirrell had smashed through the fireplace, and now stood in the room blinking rather confusedly. He didn't seem to be expecting anybody there, let alone three children and a professor bound in ropes. His eyes darted around nervously, and he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. "W-well, seems like q-quite the g-g-get-together here, hmm?" He smiled, a quick, nervous smile that didn't reach his eyes. The Master, still bound on the floor, rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Drop the act. It's really not working." Quirrell looked panicked, and his eyes widened. "W-w-what do you m-mean?" Suddenly a hissing, high-pitched voice spoke. "Fools… Show me to them." Quirrell gasped and became paler than before. "B-b-but-" "SHOW ME TO THEM!" the voice demanded. Quirrell gulped. "A-as you w-w-wish, My L-lord."
The three children and the professor watched with bated breath as Quirrell took off his turban. Finally, the last wraps fell away and a face was revealed on the back of the professor's head. It was a hideous face, with glowing red eyes and a flat nose, one that looked absolutely evil. At the same time, none of the four gathered were very frightened. Martha and Jack trusted The Doctor, and The Doctor and The Master had stared down creatures far more evil and hideous.
"So you're old Voldie, eh?" The Doctor said flippantly, beginning to circle around the man in the center of the room. "Blimey, you could really use some sun. I mean, I thought I was pale!" Voldemort's face scrunched itself into a very strange expression. "You… you were expecting me?" it hissed questioningly. "No, well, yes, well… yes. It's complicated… very complicated, now that I think about it…"
"Doctor." "Yes Martha?" "What do we do?" "…Yes. Well. I hadn't quite figured that bit out yet, had I?" "Really? You still don't make plans?" The Master said from behind the students. They jumped and turned around. "…Oh." The Master was standing there, and the ropes lay broken on the floor. "I don't have time for you," The Master sighed. "I shall achieve immortality and you obviously wish to also. Sorry. Avada Kedavra!" Before anyone could even blink, a green light shot from The Master's wand and hit Quirrell directly in the chest.
Quirrell fell backwards, his eyes wide. Voldemort's face let out an unholy wail, and seemed to melt out from his face, becoming a vaporous spectre. There was a crash, and then a deafening silence. Nobody in the room had moved even an inch besides Quirrell, who now lay dead on the ground. "…You killed him." The Doctor said finally. "Yes," said The Master simply, shrugging. There was no remorse in his voice or face. The Doctor, on the other hand, looked anguished. "Why? You didn't have to kill him!" "Doctor," Martha said, laying a hand on his shoulder. The Doctor stilled. "He… he deserved it. You saw what he did, of his own will. You saw what he was willing to do, what he was planning." The Doctor sighed. "You're right, I guess, Martha…" he said, rubbing his face. Then looked up. He turned to The Master, as if something had occurred to him.
"Say, you bibliocrised into this book after us, causing you to have a rather unimportant character. Actually, you didn't even get a character originally in the books at all." The Doctor was on a roll now, talking a mile a minute, walking, hands gesturing. "So now the main conflict of the story is over, and you are completely unnecessary. Your character has no more reason to exist." The Master seemed to understand whatever The Doctor was implying, as his face blanched. "So, it should only be a little while longer till… oh, look, it started!" The Master was starting to glow with a bright light, and he was becoming more and more translucent. He also looked incredibly angry.
"NO!" he shouted. But he was already fading away from reality. "Bye, Koschei! Have fun with the Elder Council!" The Doctor cried as he waved cheekily. There was a final sound like a TARDIS materializing, then The Master was no more in the magical world of Harry Potter.
Okay, I know. Absolutely fail. But I'm trying, okay?
I think I'll be wrapping this up in the next few chapters. Sorry that it took so long, really. But… yeah, sorry.