DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. All the other original character and the plotline were created by me, but if you like to use any of them feel free to do so, just remember to say were it come originally from.

AUTHOR NOTES: After many edits and chats with some other author I finally decided to start posting my story, for now it is unbetaed because all the betas I got so far only wanted sneak-peaks at a new story, so I am still in the need of a beta anyone that wants to lend me a hand feel free to add my msn it is at my author page, or leave me a review saying so. As a matter of fact i know my english is really poor, the obviously reason is that english is not my first language. Anyhow let the show begin!

PRELUDE

1000 years ago...

In the top of a hill situated in the center of a kingdom today forgotten and lost by the humanity, a man completely occult by its clothes look at the stars. Its face is completely occults by its hood, being that its eyes are the only visible characteristics, eyes that do not possess a natural color and pupils of an uncommon format, eyes with a silver-plated tone and pupils with the format of cracks.

POP

"You are late, human." say the occult man for the person that appeared out of nothing.

"I am a wizard, and wizards never are late nor are early, but they arrive at the accurate moment..." and then opening a great smile he finalized "...different of yours that always arrive early."

The occult man turns and looks at the 'wizard', that with its black hair and its deep and sparkling blue eyes it would not be considered nothing beyond a simple peasant with good appearance, perhaps the sword of noble appearance that it has in its waist comes to be the reason of it to pass a certain fear and an appearance of royalty, but with one more careful look can be noticed the aura of power and force that surrounds this man.

"Tell me wizard, why should I not kill you in this accurate instant and thus save me of such pathetic commentaries?" The occult man asks placing its hand on the handle of a until then hidden sword.

"Perhaps because such pathetic commentaries are what you search, or perhaps because you need that I make something for you" the wizard answered with a smile.

"Indeed correct wizard, I need that you make something for me, that is, if you will have the desire to help me obviously." And with this the man removes its hood, thus showing its face and its golden hair, a face that looked like a marble sculpture of a great king of ancient times.

"I learned with my years of life to not make promises before knowing of what they treat" spoke the wizard.

"My last living son died some hours ago..." and with this the expression that before was one of wisdom changed to one of deep sadness.

"I am sorry King Dranglat, I really dint had knowledge about that. But what the death of your son has to do with the task you need me to do?" and with this it closed the eyes to try to remember when had been the last time he had seen the noble warrior prince.

"No. You do not need to fell sorry I already waited that this tragic day would arrive. And the death of my son is the true reason of what I ma about to ask you." And with this he returned to look at the stars "I... I... I want you to do something that I am not capable of doing, and nobody beyond us must know."

"And what would be that?" The wizard with a curiosity tone asked.

"Did you already hear about the gift of reincarnation of my people?" Asked dranglat looking to the man at is front. With a wave of confirmation it continued "All those of my people who one day dies, reborn as human until they reach their tenth fifth year of life when they reach that age they become again what they were in the last life and receive all its old memories and powers. Then what I am asking is that you bind to this plane the soul of all those of my people that had died in the last ten years." with this he kneel and caught a flower of the soil, an solitary violet "My older daughter loved this kind of flower, always when I saw her, she had many flowers like this at her long hair."

Dranglat then rose with the flower in its hand and turned is back at the wizard, in the same instant he recoated is hood, but not before the wizard saw a simple and solitary tear fall from its face.

"I understand what you are asking, and will be happy in doing this for you noble friend, but I do not understand the reason of you to having said that their souls binded to this 'plane', could you clarify my mind" the wizard with a certain seriousness asked.

"I said such thing for the reason that all my people are abandoning this plane, this dimension, this world. To go for another one where we intend to restart our kingdoms and lives after this tragic war, I hope that you understand that it would be very painful for my people to keep living in a place that brings them so many good and so many horrible memories at the same time..." and then breathing deeply and looking at the flower in its hand he continued "... we want to go for a place where we can create new good memories and also to remember with honor those that stayed here so to not commit the same errors of the past"

"And the spell that I will do to bind the dead souls will serve for what?"

"So that when we go to another dimension their souls does not come with us, but stay here." answered Dranglat while this he started to walk for the end of the hill.

"Can I know why of this?"

"Because in a distant future it will be necessary that somebody of my people looks for this world and these souls that will be imprisoned here they will be the responsible ones for such task."

"You know that this will make yours children to be also imprisoned here, do you have conscience of this?" the wizard with a sadness tone asked.

"Yes I have. And is for that reason that I am asking for you to do that, good bye good friend I will miss your foolish commentaries." and with this he jumped of the hill and opened its long wings occult till now and leaved, never more to be seen by mortal eyes in this world.

"May it be this then, I hope that such souls help to protect this world in an uncertain future." and with a POP her disappeared of that place, a place that he would never ever set is feet again.

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In the entrance of a castle a man hide in the shade of the trees, in its hands was a book. The man quickly hides the book in its vestments, soon as de does that a high POP finishes the silence it where he was.

"Returned so early" the man asked leaving the shades of the trees.

"Hello good friend and yes I a, already back, because we have to prepare ourselves for an arduous ritual that cannot wait." answered the man that had just appeared.

At the gate of entrance to the lands of the castle a woman of cloths and eyes blue observed both the men while she moved her long dark brown hair, one of them with its red cloths, its black hair and its blue eyes spoke gladly about its travel and the result of it, the other with its green vestments, its black hair and its clear green eyes only listened with attention everything that was being said while he passed the hand in its long black beard.

"And what type of ritual if that kind friend?" asked the woman who had only listened to the final part of their conversation.

"Yes I am also curious to know what type of ritual you consider 'arduous' for us" the man of green vestments asked whit a certain malice in its eyes, something that passed unobserved by the two next to him.

"It deals with a highly complex ritual that as far as I know was never attempted before. And before you ask the intention this to me, it's to bind the soul of all the Drangni that died in last the ten years to our world." the man of red cloths answered with certain sadness.

"But what doe have to gain by doing such thing?" the woman in blue vestments asked perplexed.

"We will gain an aid that will be very useful in the future, therefore all living Drangni are going for another dimension, and therefore these last souls represent the last Drangni to remain here. Now stop questioning me and lets go prepare ourselves for such task." and with this he left for the castle being followed by the frightened woman and leaving behind a smiling man in green vestments.

Once he saw is 'friends' entering the castle he spoke in a voice whit a completely different tone of that it had just used.

"The cursed Drangni are leaving. Fools must believe that the war is finished, but then and my other opposing enemies don't know that the war just only started." And with this he removed of its pocket a parchment piece and a feather of another one and quickly wrote a message in the parchment that he rolled and taped with its wand sealing up it with the stamp of its family, a skull with a snake leaving the mouth and delivered the message to a owl that if found resting in a tree behind of it saying to it "You know who to deliver." and with this the owl left flying.

Removing again the book of one of the private pockets of its vestments he thought "Soon they all of then will knee at my feet and I will eradicate this world of all the impure."

But he stopped to open the book in the instant that he listened to a sound coming from inside of the forest to its side. In the following instant a young man left the forest is vestments were torn and is face was dirty whit blood, the young fell to the feet of the man who looked at it with curiosity.

"Please, I need help I need to come back to the castle and to tell then that the danger is not yet finished..." and stopping to breath the young man seated in the soil of the road and continued "... there is a group of students that apparent to be part of a great group of evil wizards that intends to kill all those that are not pure-blood wizards." and with this the young started to raise.

"Do you know if they have some kind of leader" the man asked to the young.

"I do not know much thing I ended seeing a meeting of them and once they saw me they had attacked me with spells that I never saw before, probably had to be dark spells." Said the young intently looking at for the man at is front. Then the expression of the young man became one of astonishment when the man pointed is wand at is direction.

'Silencio' said the man and the young tried to cry out, but its voice did not leave its lungs, when he tried to point its wand at the man he saw that he had been faster and hit him whit another spell that made he fall inside of the forest and its wand to fly to the hand of the man who now laughed openly.

"I was needing a little of diversion, lets see how much time you will last. " and with this it followed the young man to inside the forest while he murmured to itself "I will take care of that foolish ritual later" and with this he started its sick form of diversion. At that instant Harry woke up sweated and ran to the bathroom where he vomited.