Prompt:
Voldemort approached the bound boy, only to freeze when he heard a wheezing, groaning sound. He turned to see a blue police box that had definitely not been there earlier. A man stepped out of it.
"Who are you?", Voldemort demanded.
The man grinned, "I'm the Doctor"
One-Shot:
NOTE: (Might only get this if you're a Classic Who fan, but what the hey)
"I don't believe I summoned a Doctor" Voldemort hissed, fingering his wand as he took a moment to assess the unexpected arrival.
"Ah, well perhaps not." the man demured, "but then I always have had a terrible habit of dropping in unexpectedly, wouldn't you say Romana?"
Another head poked its way out of the door of the blue box, a woman's this time, wearing a rather exasperated expression.
"Unfortunately." she agreed, stepping fully out into the open. "Doctor, are you sure we're in the right place?"
The man pulled a slender, translucent object from the pocket of his long coat - not at all unlike a wand in size. Voldemort's eyes flickered to it, and started to raise his wand in response.
"Oh, do you like it?" the man asked, noticing Voldemort's movement. "It's a little tempremental sometimes but gets the job done. I say..."
He noticed Voldemort's wand and started forwards. "Is that one of your own? Wooden? Rather primitive, but then I suppose we're a few centuries away from being able to produce a polycarbonfibre container capable of measuring temporal activity aren't we? What century did you say this was Romana?"
"We're in 20th century England Doctor, and somehow I don't think that's a tracking device." she replied, eyes noting Voldemort's rapidly purpling face.
"If you would kindly cease your prattling and explain yourselves before I lose my patience!" he demanded, a very harsh undertone entering his voice.
"Ah, terribly sorry about that." the man agreed, stepping back and handing the object off to the girl. "Romana, see if you can pin down the signal whilst I talk to our new friend here would you?"
Romana nodded, taking the device and starting to fiddle with the coloured buttons adorning the device as she pointed the device around different areas of the room muttering about intermittent signals.
"Now then, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. Perhaps we should start again? Would you like a jelly baby?"
This did not improve Voldemort's purpling colour.
"No? Well, I'm the Doctor and this is my friend Romana, and we're here on a terribly important mission of galactic importance to...well, to solve a puzzle I suppose. We're collectors, you see, and we're close to completing our collection."
"Collectors?" Voldemort hissed. "Well there is nothing here for you to collect, all that you see belongs to me, and I'm in no mood to part with any of it."
"Ah well you see that's not quite true." the man replied, crossing the room. "You see, this puzzle I'm collecting, really it belongs to all of us. Universally."
Suddenly, the object Romana was holding lit up, and then faded again, and she exclaimed in surprise. It was pointing at Voldemort. "Doctor! It's near him, but the signal keeps fading..."
The man rushed over to Romana and grabbed the object, studying it intently as he pointed it towards Voldemort and it again pulsed.
"Now that IS terribly interesting... The sixth segment...but it's incomplete..." he muttered. "I say, could you tell me if you've any possessions that you may have broken, or mislaid part of? It's terribly important."
Voldemort puffed himself up. "Certainly not, I am Lord Voldemort not some ruffian."
But the man wasn't listening, instead poking around with the controls on the object. Romana interjected as the colour of the pulsing changed.
"But Doctor, that means the sixth segment is a human being...but also that he's not all there."
"Yes..." the Doctor replied, sounding terribly grave. "It's no possession he's missing half of...it's part of himself. We'll have to find the other pieces, we can't convert the segment with only part of the puzzle."
Voldemort froze, his mind flitting immediately to his horcruxes, starting to raise his wand in a panic. But suddenly there was a crash from behind him, and as he spun around in reaction a voice rung out from downstairs. "My lord, the Order! It's the Order!"
Almost instantly, a door slammed behind him and he turned to see the two companions gone and that strange, grating sound starting up again. Utterly flabagasted, but needed downstairs, he started to the door. And as he did so, he heard one more string of conversation drift towards him from the rapidly vanishing box.
"Now now Romana, if the White Guardian knew it would be easy he wouldn't have sent us would he? Hmm? Now set the co-ordinates, we need to find the other pieces first."
And several days later, that was how Voldemort found himself not defeated by one Harry Potter, but instead following his true destiny as the sixth segment of the Key to Time - dispersed across the universe to keep it from the clutches of evil he could only dream of being, The Black Guardian.