The Dimension Wand

Written By Sada

AN: "The Dimension Wand" is a fanfic inspired by the worlds of J.K. Rowling, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Andre Norton, Julian May, and Mercedes Lackey. All the credit for the worlds and characters in this story goes to them.

This story is a work in progress. Here is a table of contents thus far:

Prologue

Part One: Dark Times, Dark Magic: Darkover

Chapter One: Darkover Landfall: Wizard Style
Chapter Two: Finders Keepers
Chapter Three: A Trip to a Tower

Part Two: As the Dragons Say: Hope

Part Three: From Trio to Trillium: Ruwenda

Epilogue

I hope you enjoy it! :)

Prologue

They ran up the narrow staircase, unsure of their destination, but spurned on by the ushering of Dumbledore and the pursuit of Voldemort.

"Keep going, it's not much farther," panted Dumbledore.

"Sure, now the bloody staircases stay still," muttered Ron.

"Hush," said Hermione, casting a worried look at a Harry. "Keep going."

Harry slipped on the stones and tumbled against Dumbledore, grabbing his scar with both his hands. Voldemort was getting closer.

Dumbledore grimaced. It was their only chance. They just needed to reach the Wand in time. It was the only weapon that could defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. He grabbed Harry and pushed him up the stairs.

Up and up they went. The moving pictures became fewer in number, until they stopped altogether. The windows and lights also vanished. The staircase began to narrow, ultimately reaching a point where they could go no further.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron stopped and stared at the Dumbledore.

"What now?" Harry asked.

With a determined look on his face, Dumbledore yelled, "Dissendium!"

The walls began to creak apart, revealing a hidden passageway that led to a small room.

"Quickly," said Dumbledore, ushering them inside towards a small table, leaving the entryway open behind them. Ron glanced nervously at the opening.

"Can we"

"No!" shouted Dumbledore gesturing at the table. He had their full attention, as they were shocked to see their usual cheerful professor in such a state, Voldemort or no Voldemort. He ran up to the table and grabbed what was on it. He briefly hesitated before throwing it hard against the corner of the table.

Harry stared. It looked like a wand, but unlike any wand he had ever seen before. It was a good 25 inches long and made from some sort of dull green material. Thanks to Dumbledore it now sported a long crack. It lay askew on the table. Dumbledore quickly turned to his students.

"When he comes, all three of you must grab this wand and say, 'Deletrius insideo.' It's our only hope. 'Deletrius insideo.' It will"

"Give me all the power I could ever hope for," came a raspy voice from the entryway.

Voldemort grinned hideously, stepping into the room. Harry, Ron, and Hermione paused while reaching for the wand.

Voldemort chuckled. "Go on, go on. I won't stop you. You'll only stop yourselves."

Dumbledore turned his back to Voldemort. "NOW!" he commanded.

Before they could think the trio reached for the wand, each placing a hand around it.

"Deletrius insideo" they yelled in unison.

The room shimmered and Harry, Hermione, and Ron disappeared.

Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Voldemort.

"It's over," he said.

"You make this too easy on me old man," sneered Voldemort. "They'll never figure it out. They are children. Why, you barely did it when you were middle aged."

"They'll do it. It's over. You will be destroyed," said Dumbledore, returning to his normal calm self. His eyes even began to twinkle.

Voldemort's eyes darkened but his words were optimistic. "YOU will be destroyed. It's already started. My dark forces have taken over most of this school. My enemies are fleeing, scared for their lives, like Harry just fled. You will be no different." He smiles unpleasantly, "Have your fun Dumbledore. It'll be all the more pleasurable to watch you beg for mercy later."

With a cloud of black smoke he vanished, leaving Dumbledore alone in the room.