Crabbe and Goyle prepared to get their just rewards. More Crabbe, then Goyle, to be perfectly honesty. Crabbe wanted to score with the lovely Triwizard Champion and he had a spring in his step, as they dragged Harry Potter's limp form into the Third Floor Corridor.
Crabbe's father always had a saying which Crabbe took to heart. True love was an Imperius Curse away.
"Did you get him?"
Crabbe and Goyle pumped their hands up in the air and threw Harry Potter at the ground in front of Rebecca.
For a brief moment, triumph spread through the body of Lord Voldemort. And that triumph turned completely to rage when Harry's features faded, into a mousey little boy.
"Hey, Potter turned into that Creevey Mudblood!" Goyle yelled. "Did you know he could turn into other people?"
"He must be some kind of Meta...Meta….Maga...thingy," Crabbe chuckled.
"No, you imbeciles, this is not Harry Potter, this is Creevey, who obviously swiped one of Harry Potter's hairs, and used it in a Polyjuice Potion," Rebecca said.
"That's kind of creepy," Crabbe muttered with a shudder.
"Wait, how did he make a Polyjuice?" Goyle asked. "Don't you have to be catch your owl to make a Polyjuice? Does Creevey even have an owl?"
Voldemort wanted to scream, rage, and just rip someone apart. He was running out of time, running low in fact on time. His heart beat a little bit faster.
"You idiots...you nitwits...you peabrains...you imbeciles...you morons...you half-wits...you nincapoops…."
"Tee-hee, she said poop," Goyle said.
A whip of magical energy sent Crabbe and Goyle flying across the room. The sizing up in tension of Rebecca's body, the breathing in her mouth hit her hard. She needed a new body now, a new body sooner rather than later. She dropped to her knees, and breathed heavily.
Down the hallway, Albus Dumbledore, appeared along with Deadpool, Snape, and several SHIELD agents.
"Thank Morgana you're here Headmaster...they kidnapped me from the Hospital Wing...and they started to touch me!" Rebecca yelled. "Please...I don't know...I thought I would feel safe at Hogwarts...but…."
Dumbledore, sympathetic, moved over.
"Headmaster, you remember thats….the Dark Lord, don't you?" Snape asked.
"Well, whoever it is, she's still a student in danger and a student that…."
Rebecca whipped out her wand and slashed Dumbledore's throat, causing him to fall back in surprise. Everyone screamed in terror.
"To think, Albus, after all of this years, your one weakness was that you let your guard down in front of a teenage girl," Rebecca said. "You are completely and utterly pathetic."
Dumbledore wheezed, blood spurting out of his throat. Rebecca took Dumbledore's wand from him, feeling power, and she created a barrier of rune stones.
"Dumbledore will die, unless you bring me Harry Potter," Rebecca said. "And you will bring me Harry Potter...unless you want the Headmaster to die."
"Well, he's lived a good long life," Snape said.
"We won't give you someone, and Dumbledore would not want us to give up Harry Potter, just to save his life," McGonagall said.
"Yeah, so you're going to have to kill all of us as well," Deadpool said. "If you want Harry Potter, you're going to have to get through us."
"So be it," Rebecca said. "But, first I want you to know, how did you survive?"
"Well, funny you should mention that," Deadpool said. "You see, Death and I, we kind of have a thing going on. But, there's this guy called Thanos, who doesn't like it. He wants Death all to himself. He has this Infinity Gauntlet thing, which can kill a whole lot of people, but apparently, he can bring people back to life from the dead as well. And when he snapped his fingers boom I was in the coffin. Funniest thing, I didn't know it was you...until someone mentioned it. You hit me from behind. So, tell me, you possessed your daughter from the future? But, wouldn't she never be born if you just took her body and died right here?"
"What are you talking about?" Voldemort asked.
"She may have destroyed her own life by trying to go back in time, and she might have ended it," Deadpool said. "In other words, if she doesn't exist, then you have no relative to possess, and time is catching up with you, isn't it? Of course, her existence really does hold a lot of questions. Like, how did Bellatrix convince you to do the beast with two backs? I mean, splitting your soul that many times, it can't surely be conductive to a good sex life. Did you have some...magical stimulation to help you? Or maybe a potion...she slipped you a potion, didn't she...but that wouldn't work, because I doubt that you would accept a drink or food from anyone? I mean, while you could have an antidote on you at all times, I would think you would be properly paranoid about a love potion. Then again, I'm not even sure if you go to the bathroom...that must have been a trip, doing that again, after being in your body for that many years."
Wade Wilson's filibustering allowed Fawkes the Phoenix to flash in and use his magical tears of healing on Dumbledore's throat to restore the Headmaster.
"But, then your daughter came back in time….and she must have been desperate to do that, knowing the risks, knowing that she could alter the timeline without being born," Wade said. "And you know something...maybe she knows more than you would. You normally favor that Killing Curse but...you slit the Headmaster's throat instead with a slicing spell. Granted, it's not foolproof."
"No, Rebecca, it isn't," Dumbledore said.
"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle," he said. "Or rather, my name is Lord Voldemort, and you will respect me!"
Fire in her eyes, bloodlust in her eyes, and likely blood running from other places as well, Rebecca Black was incensed. A rattling sound echoed from down the hallway which even caused her to have great pause.
"Time is like cement, it takes a while to settle," Wade said. "But, unless I missed my guess, your time has ran out. And you will end tonight, not with a bang, but with a whimper. And you will not get inside of Harry Potter, much to the Chagrin of Fangirls everywhere, I'm sure."
A hideous monstrous wraith came down the hallway, rattling down. Rebecca, Voldemort, stood, and she mouthed someting.
"A Dementor in Hogwarts!" McGongall yelled.
"No, it's something else," Dumbledore said. "Something far worse...a consequence far more dire than anything...oblivion to those who have truly and utterly meddled with time. For, time is but an eggshell and once it cracks, those who meddle will end up being sucked through the cracks."
A hideous monster appeared, a time wraith, and Rebecca blasted the monster with several spells, each of them deflecting off of him.
"No, you will bow before me beast!" she yelled.
Rebecca had been trapped at the end of the corridor, the sight of Lord Voldemort's last defeat. The time wraith dove at Rebecca's body and tore it in half, causing a hideous scream to echo throughout the room.
Delphi Riddle had been sucked into oblivion, as if she had never existed, and the timeline restored to its pristine value.
Voldemort's soul, weakened from being detached, prepared to latch on to the nearest person in a desperate attempt to save himself. Horror hit Voldemort for the first time ever once he realized the bad place he was heading.
"NO, I CAN'T MERGE WITH HIS BODY….ARGH!"
From all across the world, the backwash caused every single one of Voldemort's Horcruxes to explode into Fiendfyre, destroying them.
Tom Marvolo Riddle dropped down onto the ground, breathing heavily. He screamed in anguish, in a prison far worse than anything he could ever conceive. Any torture Lord Voldemort thought of giving his enemies, even this would be too cruel by his standards.
Three figures, all wearing masks appeared. One with a dark bowl cut, the other large with a bald head, and the other with stringy brown hair, balding slightly.
"Hello," Moepool said.
"Hello," Larrypool said.
"Hello," Curlypool said.
"Hello, hello, hello."
Curlypool and Larrypool bumped into Moepool who bonked them on the side of the head.
"Spread out!" Moepool yelled.
"That's assault...Nyuck, Nyuck, Nyuck," Curlypool said.
Voldemort wondered what kind of hell he entered. Suddenly, he turned around and an endless army of Deadpool's surrounded him, laughing in madness.
"One of us, one of us, one of us," they chanted.
The spirit of Lord Voldemort had been trapped in the chaotic maelstrom of Wade Wilson's mind, forever and ever. The end of the most powerful sorcerer who ever lived was at hand. From the distance, an image of Tom's younger self, wrapped in a straightjacket whilst he rocked back and forth reflected in the distance.
"I will get out of here!" Voldemort yelled.
Voldemort spent several days crossing through several doors, hoping it to be the exit. He kept running around in circles, and every now and them, he got curb stomped by mental representations of the Golden Girls.
But, fate settled in, Lord Voldemort was reduced to nothing more than another voice in a legion of voices in Deadpool's head to pop up and give commentary, for the lolz.