Ivy calmly looked around at the carnage in her wake, and lit up a Rocky Patel Vintage 1979 cigar. She laughed darkly. Some stupid magical policemen got in her way. Ivy coughed slightly and leaned against a wall, the enhancements were acting up again. All she needed was to get that prophecy orb that one Severus Tobias Snape spoke of and be on her way home for a nice rest. Ivy wondered how he was enjoying his fate, slowly being lowered into a Volcano full of molten lava.
She walked down the hall towards the room of prophecy orbs. Ivy found the shelf and spot she was searching for. She didn’t see the orb. Ivy double checked the information she had with her. She looked at the shelf again and saw a little black card with a very familiar logo. The logo of the World Famous Thief, Carmen Sandiego. Ivy read the card “Look behind you.”
Ivy turned around and saw a familiar presence. Carmen Sandiego smiled “Greetings, Detective. I understand you are looking for something?” Carmen held out the prophecy orb. Ivy took it and examined the orb closely. Carmen smiled “Ivy, I have the entire prophecy down in writing. Sara also made a copy while listening through my communicator. The orb is no longer needed.”
Ivy groaned slightly “Good. Maybe keep it for your collection, Carmen. It’s good that we had the same idea about getting the orb and what it contains. I understand that the young man mentioned in this so called prophecy is currently enjoying a summer vacation in the South of France with his girlfriend. I have been told that it is a young man’s dream, with the topless beaches and all that.” Ivy and Carmen shared a chuckle. Carmen smiled at her former adversary turned good friend and occasional ally “Ivy, I know someone that can handle this prophecy. You needn’t concern yourself with it. You’ve been living a good life.”
Ivy smiled and released a weak chuckle “Thanks for your concern, Carmen. I actually contracted a fellow assassin friend of mine. You’ve probably heard of him. A gentleman by the name of Deadpool.” Carmen looked at Ivy and laughed uproariously. This so called prophecy would be a bad memory by dinner time tomorrow.
Meanwhile, in a mansion in the English countryside, a man known as Voldemort began to quake in his boots. He couldn’t explain why. Something felt... wrong. In a castle in Scotland, a man known as Albus Dumbledore poured himself a drink. He savored the taste and smirked. Voldemort’s days were numbered and could be counted on one hand. A man in a red full body suit whistled a jaunty tune as he killed the most recent on a list of Death Eaters that his friend Ivy had sent him. The man hoisted a bag of precious objects onto his back, a tiara, a locket, a cup, a ring, and two indestructible vials containing screaming soul fragments. Deadpool idly wondered if he could persuade Ivy to pay him in Chimichangas.