A/N: Hey, y'all! This time, I have a lovely little crossover written for you! To get the gist of what this is basically about, just ask yourself this question: what would happen if the feared, ruthless, (and noseless) Lord Voldemort enlisted the help of Scooby Doo and the rest of Mystery Incorporatedto help him track down the elusive Golden Trio as they are on their Horcrux-seeking mission during 'Deathly Hallows'? Yes, my friends, this is a Harry Potter/Scooby Doo crossover.
In case you couldn't tell, this story is slightly AU. ;) It takes place right after Bill and Fleur's wedding in 'Deathly Hallows', after the Ministry falls, and after Harry, Ron, and Hermione leave the Burrow to go on their Horcrux mission.
Oh, and just so you know, the rest of the story won't be in the same format as this first chapter- I just found the beginning flowed more smoothly with this type of format.
And, sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or Scooby Doo. :( And now... Without further ado... I give to you- THIS FIC!
Our story opens on a dark summer night. A huge manor house sits on a hill, an odd mist surrounding the whole area. It is pitch-black, and one wouldn't have been able to see their own hand without the tiny pinpricks of light in the sky called stars.
The pathway up to the house is empty, save for a lone mouse that was scurrying about in the tall grass in hopes of finding a crumb or two.
Suddenly, there is a loud 'crack' and a dark, cloaked figure appears out of nowhere right in front of the house. Judging by the figure's broad shoulders and heavy footfalls, it is a man.
And so our story begins.
The man draws his cloak tighter around his shoulders and coughs, squinting through the darkness in hopes of finding a sign of some sort.
He sees nothing, and pulls what appears to be a long stick out of his pocket, and mutters 'Lumos'
Immediately the stick lights up, splaying light on the path in front of the man. He grunts approvingly, then sets of down the pathway up to the house.
Finally, the man stops walking and stands in front of large, iron gates that surround the manor house. He raises his wand, directing the beam of light at the locked padlock on the gate.
The man snorts softly, flicks his wand, and passes right through the gates as though they were merely smoke.
He walks up the path before finally reaching the door. He knocks.
The manor door opens, revealing a tall, blonde woman. She, too, pulls out a wand, points it at the man, and whispers, "Name?"
The man lowers his hood, revealing a heavy-browed face and greasy hair. "Augustus Rookwood," he rasps back.
The woman narrows her eyes at the man, and motions for his to pull up his right sleeve.
The man does so, showing the woman the skull-and-snake tattoo on his inner arm.
The woman lowers her wand and nods, and pulls the man inside, shutting the door behind him. "Follow me," she whispers again, beckoning him into a room at the end of the hallway.
Her heels click against the wooden floor, and both the man and woman stop in front of the end door where faint talking can be heard. She puts a finger to her lips, and opens the door.
"… have let the boy slip away yet again…" a cold voice was saying.
All talking stops as the man and woman enter the room. The man gazes around the room, taking in the long table, the people clustered around the table, and the man at the head of the table.
"Rookwood," says the voice again. "You are late."
The man, Rookwood, turns his head to the man speaking, and inwardly cringes at the sight of the flat-faced, no-nosed, red-eyed man before him. But he answers anyway.
"Forgive me, my lord," he says, his voice quivering. "I was working on-"
"Your petty excuses interest me not, Augustus," the snake-like man cut across. "Take a seat next to Wormtail here and be grateful I didn't kill you right away."
Rookwood nods. "Y-yes, my lord." He takes his assigned seat, and directs his attention back to the man.
"As I was saying…" the snake-like man, Voldemort, continues, "It appears Potter has escaped my clutches yet again. The night over Little Whinging was, I admit, in a way- my fault." Voldemort stops and scowls. "But last night when you, my 'faithful' servants invaded that blood traitor's wedding, I expected you to bring me the boy. But," his voice was now dangerously soft, "You failed."
"My Lord-" begins one of the men seated at the table, but Voldemort interrupts him.
"I believe I made it quite clear that I cannot tolerate people speaking out of turn, Lucius."
The man falls silent, and lowers his head so he is staring at his lap.
"If you, my Death Eaters, continue to let me down like this, I will not hesitate to kill each and every last one of you," Voldemort hisses. "Potter is now missing, and it is all thanks to you, my faithful servants."
No one dares to speak, though a woman with dark hair and heavily lidded eyes looks as though she wishes to protest.
"But, fortunately for all of you, I have a plan."
Several people raise their heads and look at Voldemort.
"Yes, a plan. There is someone who can help us find Potter. They are in America."
Voldemort receives several quizzical looks.
"His name," Voldemort says quietly, his hands folded in front of him, "is Scooby-Doo."
A/N: And so the plot begins… And if you're currently asking yourself, "How the hell does Lord Voldemort know Scooby-Doo, and WHY is he asking for his help?" remember- this is FANFICTION. :)
Sorry about the incredibly long Author's Note in the beginning! :) Please let me know what you think about it so far, and drop me a review! I should have the next chapter up tomorrow, or maybe even later today. :)