Hello everyone. This one has been sitting on my hard drive for several months. It is an alternate year four for the Elders. It has a bit more sci fi in it, so for those of you who like that, you may like this one. As usual I get no monetary recompense for this and write for my own entertainment. If you like it as well, so be it. If not, there are plenty of others to choose from.

Chapter 1: Reality Shift

Harry Potter and Hermione Potter nee Granger, full-fledged Jedi Knights and Elders, were walking down the street in Hogsmeade during their fourth year. Surprisingly enough Harry wasn't picked for the Tri-Wizard Tournament as they had thought he would be. It seemed like every year on Halloween something would always happen to him and this year nothing did. After all of the spying they did on the baby homunculus that called itself Lord Voldemort that summer they were sure he would get pulled into the tournament. Here it is, November 3rd and everyone from the three schools was celebrating their champion's induction on a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry and Hermione had been given a premonition by the Creator the night before that something was going to happen on the weekend so they made sure to wear their full Jedi Robes with Blasters, Light Sabers and Staffs hidden on their persons. Harry even went to the bank and withdrew a substantial amount of gold, which is stashed in a trunk that is shrunk down and on a chain around his neck. They both turn, hand in hand, down the road leading to the Shrieking Shack for a pic-nick lunch when both of them felt some magic wash over them lightly. They assumed it was the wards for the village so didn't think anything of it. They set out their pic-nick-basket and blanket and then sat down for a leisurely lunch. They sit there eating their lunch in quiet contentment for a few minutes; happy to be in each other's company for the afternoon.

"Do you think we are being overly paranoid Harry?" Hermione asks.

"Maybe a little," Harry answers back," But I can't help the feeling I've had all day. If Voldemort has something planned for this weekend at least we should be ready for it."

"I wonder what he thinks he can do to us." Hermione speculates," We can't be hurt so his planned ritual is useless against you. You think he picked up on that first year with the stone?"

"Could be," Harry muses as he finishes the last bite of his sandwich," You ready to go back into town?"

"Yes, I need some more quills and parchment," Hermione answers," We've got exams coming up and you know how I am about being thorough."

Harry chuckles and says," I know Hermione. Me too, thanks to you."

The couple folds up the blanket neatly and packs up the pick-nick-basket with their left overs which Hermione then shrinks down, putting it in her pocket. Hand in hand they start walking back to town. They walk into the quill and ink shop and pick out the supplies they need and take them to the front to check out.

The proprietor bags their supplies and states," That'll be twelve sickles and three knuts."

Hermione pays the requisite amount," Here you go."

"Haven't seen robes like those before. You two new around here? You from one of the other schools? If you are, welcome to Hogsmeade."

Hermione looks at Mr. Scrivenshaft funny as he and she usually talk a bit every time she comes in. She looks into his eyes and can see he is being truthful in his statements.

"Ah yea," she answers," We are new students at Hogwarts, just transferred in from London Academy of Sorcery."

Harry gives her a look and she jabs him in the ribs.

"Go along with it Harry," she sends over their bond," something's wrong. We'll talk about it at the pub."

"Well, as I said. Welcome to Hogsmeade. Anything you need in writing or office supplies, Scrivenshaft's is the store to find them."

"Thank you sir," Harry says," We will keep that in mind."

The couple walks out of the store and ambles their way to the Three Broomsticks looking around. Along the way Hermione spots a newspaper stand and walks over to it.

"Harry?" she asks," do you see what I see?"

"Yea," he answers picking up the paper and paying for it. The words "The Daily Herald" are printed on the header instead of The Daily Prophet. The date printed is Nov 3rd 1996 instead of 1994. The headlines are screaming out about Death Eater attacks on muggle-born and half-blood families. They take the paper into the pub with them and find a booth where they can watch the whole pub.

"Harry," Hermione says worriedly," I think that magic we felt by the shrieking shack wasn't a ward."

"I agree Hermione," Harry answers," I think Voldemort found a way to send us to an alternate reality."

"Maybe it wasn't Voldemort," Hermione speculates," That was too subtle a transfer for one of his minions and like ours, a trans-dimensional portal would definitely be noticeable. I don't think any magic users on this planet would know how to make one."

"The Creator must have sent us here for a reason then," Harry agrees.

While they are talking behind their privacy ward they didn't notice the pub becoming very quiet until someone in black robes grabs Hermione's arm and tries to pull her from her seat. The robed person struggles to pull on her arm when it doesn't move as he pulls on it. It's like he was trying to pull a steel rod from the ground and looked at her wondering why, with her being such a little thing compared to him. She looks up at the disturbance and sees a large man in black robes with a white mask covering his face pulling on her arm. There are four more of them covering the rest of the students in the pub so she reaches over with her other hand and with crushing force removes his hand from her arm to which he screams out in pain. His fellow Death Eaters laugh at him as Hermione stands up from the booth and moves to stand in front of the other students. The Death Eater tries to cuff Hermione across the face when she catches his arm and slams him onto the floor knocking him out. Harry and Hermione take out the other four death eaters quietly in quick succession. The students look at the pair in awe and start to cheer when Harry waves his hand sending a silencing spell to keep them quiet.

"There are twenty more out there," He says to them with his finger to his lips in shushing gesture," They have gathered more students together, for what purpose we don't know. Go out to be with your friends and cooperate with whatever they ask. We will be right behind you disillusioned. The five men in the pub lay unconscious on the floor. With one more look at the unconscious men on the floor the students exit out into the street to join the others. Once the students were all in one group with some of the girls crying quietly one of the Death Eaters steps out. He didn't notice his missing fellows. You could see a flash of long blonde hair on either side of his mask.

"You all know what we want," he sneers," Give us Rose Potter and we will allow you to return to school unharmed."

"Lucius Malfoy," a sixth year girl with a lightning bolt scar and red hair says as she steps up boldly," I should have known it would be you leading these scum. You are coward enough to hide behind a mask and pick on defenseless children."

"Get her," he snarls at two of his men.

"I can't," one of them whispers frightened," I can't move."

Lucius tries to move to get to her himself when he finds he can't move either. He tries firing a spell at the girl only to have his wand turned to ash. In fact all of the wands of the Death Eaters turned to ash.

"What have you done to us girl?" Malfoy snarls.

"It wasn't me," she says as she looks nervously around. None of the other students would own up to it either.

"That would be us," Harry says as he and Hermione release the disillusionment charm in front of Malfoy," your men have fought their last battle on this planet."

"You won't get away with this." Malfoy snarls," You sound a pureblood, but nobody wears robes like yours, you have no idea who you are messing with here. We don't take kindly to foreigners. Let us take the girl and we will let you live. Last battle on this planet indeed."

"For someone who can't move a muscle except your mouth you talk very bravely or brashly. We can and we will get away with it," Hermione states," We have no fear of your kind. As to whom you are. You are Lucius Malfoy, right hand man to the half-blood magical construct that calls itself, Lord Voldemort AKA Tom Marvolo Riddle. You have the Minister in your pocket and walk around as if you are the most important man in the world because you have so called pure blood running through your veins thanks to all of the inbreeding done in your family. You are not even a noble house since your family was kicked out of France in eighteen seventy nine for practicing something that is inappropriate for the younger children to hear about. Miss Potter over there is from a most ancient and most noble family that can trace their descendants all the way back to Merlin. They always marry muggle-borns or half-bloods to keep their magic strong. Tell me, how old were you when your magical core finally stabilized? I bet your offspring was the same or worse."

"We have a message for your master," Harry says with menace in his voice," You can tell him his days are numbered."

Harry and Hermione turn to an unoccupied portion of the street and eject their wands which turn into staffs. They slam the bases onto the street and twin beams of light shoot from each staff to twenty meters down the road where a ten meter across portal is created. The crowd that has gathered to watch what they were doing gasps when the portal clears to show a meadow with a stream and mountains in the background.

"There is plenty of game to live off of and wood to build with on New Haven," Harry says," Those of you with spare wands can use your magic to transfigure whatever you need to live on. You will never see your families or friends again. Such is the price for taking the dark mark."

With that the Potters float the frozen prisoners through the portal. As soon as the last of them is through, it closes with a slight popping noise.

"Where'd you send them?" Malfoy rages," When my master hears of this, he will come for you. No place is safe from him."

"Oh do shut up," Hermione says," you sound just like your, 'when my father hears about this,' son did back in first year."

The children snicker when they hear those so true words.

With a wave of her hand Lucius Malfoy disappears, sent back to his master.

"Hypocritical pureblood," Hermione mutters under her breath.

The students that heard laugh nervously again at the new comment coming from the strangers.

"The danger is over here," Harry says to the students," You can return to the castle or continue your day here. We will be here until the last student returns to school."

The students and crowd cheers at Harry's words and then return to what they were doing before except for Rose Potter and her friend.

ooOOoo

Voldemort is sitting on his throne like chair when in a flash of light Malfoy appears right in front of him shaking in fear.

"Why are you back already?" he asks with menace and a little surprise in his voice," Surly the girl didn't give up without a fight. I'd be disappointed if she did. Where are the others?"

"W we have a problem," Malfoy says shakily," And I've g got bad news."

"This better be good," Voldemort says pulling his wand.

"At first all was going according to plan Master," Lucius starts out," We first rounded up all of the students in the square so we could torture them until the girl gave herself up. When she stepped forward to confront me I ordered two of my men to capture her. When they tried to follow my orders we found we couldn't move our bodies, only our heads. My wand was pointed at Potter so I tried to fire a spell make her release us. The girl wasn't responsible for our state. There were two strangers in Hogsmeade. They were wearing strange robes the likes of which I have never seen before and had staffs. With them they opened up some kind of portal and floated all of my men through the portal to somewhere else."

"Where?" Voldemort yells.

"They called the place New Haven," Malfoy said," you should have seen the power they wielded. None of us could move. All twenty five of us were frozen in place and our wands were turned to ash in our hands. They said the ones with spare wands could use them to transfigure whatever they needed to live on, like they were being exiled to a desert island or something."

"Let me see you memory," Voldemort demands pointing his wand at Malfoy," Legillimens."

After viewing the memory he sits back on his throne wondering what is going on and how he could get his men back. The scene looked like it could be anywhere on Earth, most likely Europe or the US. As he is thinking this a large golden patronus of a stag drifts through the wall and stops in front of him. He recoils back from the positive power of love emanating from the creature.

"Don't try to find your men," a teenage boy's voice emanates from the abominations mouth," they are on a planet fifteen point six light years from Earth. This will be the fate of all your men if we catch them. You might want to look for another line of work. Stop terrorizing Britain or you will be next."

The creature fades out after delivering its message.

"See if you can find out who they are," Voldemort orders," I want to know what I'm up against. I don't believe some young snot nosed brat has that much power. They have to be on the continent or the colonies."

"Yes my Lord," Lucius says, calmed by his master's presence. Bowing low, he backs out of the room.

ooOOoo

Back in Hogsmeade Harry and Hermione walk up to the girl with the lightning bolt scar.

"So, your name is Rose Potter?" Harry asks reaching out his hand to take hers. He plants a kiss on her knuckles," That was a brave thing you did standing up to that idiot. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She blushes a bit as she picks up on his confident personality. A young man walks up to stand next to her giving Harry the evil eye for kissing his girlfriend's hand. He clears his throat in annoyance causing the other students in the lingering crowd to snicker. Rose hits the boy on the back of his head and then takes his hand with a fond smile towards him for trying to protect her.

"Behave," she says to him and then turns to Harry," This is my boyfriend Herman Granger."

Hermione looks up sharply when she hears that as Harry takes her hand while she snuggles into him.

"This is my wife Hermione," Harry introduces," My name is Harry. We need to speak to your headmaster before we give our last name. You and Herman should be present for that as well. You two will find what we have to say interesting."

"You look like mum," Herman interjects when he gets a better look at Hermione.

Rose gives her boyfriend a funny look for the strange thing he said to Hermione. Then looking up the road, "Looks like you will get to meet the headmaster sooner rather than later, here he comes now."

Harry and Hermione turn to look up the road and see the headmaster and several teachers coming towards them as fast as they can walk.

When they arrive the headmaster says," We heard about the Death Eaters and came as fast as we could. Was anybody hurt?"

Rose steps up as leader of the students to answer," No professor. Thanks to these two the Death Eaters didn't get a chance to hurt anyone."

Professor Dumbledore turns to the young couple," Did they now? This I would like to hear."

"We should take this to your office sir," Hermione says," We don't think Voldemort will do anything about his missing men right away. We told the students they would be safe with us here so they could continue their break, but we will defer to your judgment on whether to make the students return to the school or not."

"Standard procedure is to have them return to the castle for their safety," headmaster Dumbledore states to the groan of the students watching the exchange," we can try again next weekend."

"Who did you say you are again?" Dumbledore asks Hermione.

"In your office," is all she would say as they gathered the students together for the ride back to the castle in the carriages.

Eventually all of the students are accounted for and the newcomers, along with the headmaster, Professor McGonagall, Rose and Herman all gather in Professor Dumbledore's office. With a wave of his hand Harry conjures chairs for everyone to sit in causing a few eyebrows to rise. Harry and Hermione still stand to address the people present.

"First of all an explanation," Harry starts," My wife Hermione and I are from another dimension or an alternate reality if you will. My formal name is Harold James Pendragon."

Hermione continues after she spots the raised eyebrows brought on by their last name," Yes, that Pendragon. My formal name is Hermione Jane Pendragon. We are a soul bound couple and are The Elders of the Universe. In our reality we are also the magical queen and king of Britannia and all of her colonies. We have other names as well but they may not apply here since we are not sure if we have alternate selves in this reality. We will have to learn more first."

Harry pulls Excalibur from its scabbard to show the headmaster the proof of his heritage. Professor Dumbledore admires at it in awe as he runs his fingers along the name on the blade.

Harry continues," We are a genetically engineered couple sent here by the Creator of all things for a purpose we have yet to find out about. On our world it is 1994 and the International Space Station has been up for several years. We are in contact with an alien race called Vulcans and are building a larger space station as the first step to colonizing other worlds. The Death Eaters we encountered today were sent to one of those worlds. We will send any other criminals we find there as well. Better there and out of our hair then being broken out of prison by Voldemort just to maim and kill again. We will not kill a sentient being if we can help it with the exception of the dementors. Although, who can say they are sentient as all they do is suck the happiness out of the world around them."

Hermione's turn," In our world we own Hogwarts and Hogsmeade and run the school with your help and the help of the four heads of house as our advisors. We would like to take up that role here for something to do as we figure out what we were sent here for. What we will do is help out in classes and hopefully unite the four houses and maybe start a fifth house like the one we are the leaders of.

"You look a bit young for that," Professor McGonagall says," are you sure you can handle it?"

"It's true our physical ages are fourteen for me and fifteen for my wife," Harry says.

"But looks can be deceiving," Hermione comes in," We are older than we look."

Rose blurts out, interrupting," Why are we here? All of this sounds like grown up talk and us teenagers are usually left in the dark about such things."

That last part was said with Rose glaring at the Headmaster.

"Ahem, yes," Dumbledore clears his throat," You are here because you are a natural leader and a prefect. That is why you were in charge of the students in Hogsmeade. What can you tell us about what happened?"

"Well," she says more calmly, clearing her throat, embarrassed by the praise," My boyfriend and I were patrolling the street and window shopping for most of the morning. I was starting to get a little bored actually. Herman was trying to keep me entertained by explaining why we should be reviewing for our next exams that are still a month away when all of a sudden those Death Eaters popped in. We immediately started trying to get the younger ones to safety when they surrounded us and made us gather in the town square at wand point. Herman tried to shelter me because he knew they were probably after me. He still thinks I can't take care of myself properly. I am the girl who lived after all; at least that is what you lot won't leave alone. My parents have been training me ever since I could hold a wand; I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Anyway when they threatened to harm the children if I didn't give myself up I stepped out to confront Lucius Malfoy, their leader."

"You're sure it was him?" Dumbledore asked," We've been trying to catch him in the act for a while now."

"That was definitely him," Harry breaks in," I would recognize his voice anywhere and I called him out on it. He is the only one I let go to give a message to his master. In my world he was responsible for releasing a basilisk in my second year. Hermione and I put him cell one at Azkaban and sealed him in with nothing but a slot for food. We discovered Voldemort used a soul container in the form of a diary to influence a young first year student to release the beast on the school."

"That happened here too," Rose says rubbing her left arm where she had been bitten," I had to rescue Ginny Weasley from the chamber of secrets back in my second year. I stabbed the diary with a basilisk fang and killed the shade that was using Ginny to control the basilisk. We've been friends ever since."

"We forced his soul back into the container and confiscated it until we could reintegrate it back into his body. We think he only made three as that is all we could sense through the one we have. We intend to put him back together and then put him into stasis so his marked soldiers can live out their lives in peace."

"Why would you do that?" Rose asks indignantly," After what he has done to our country and my family he deserves to die."

Hermione answers," We don't know what the situation is here but we intend to find out. Our Voldemort uses his dark mark to brand his soldiers for the purpose of leaching their magic and giving a way for his controllers make them follow orders. Killing him will kill all of his marked soldiers whether they deserve it or not."

"And what's wrong with that?" Rose asks forcefully.

"In a normal army you don't kill off the solders when you capture the general giving the orders," Harry explains," Most of his fighters were young adults that were taken in with his speeches and flowery words. The same way Hitler convinced his people they were superior to everyone else. Once he marked them there was no way out for the grunts or regular soldier."

McGonagall explains," We found out here that to become a Death Eater you have to kill someone in cold blood in front of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to get the mark. Professor Snape told us as much. He's been trying to find a way to remove his mark since he found out about the dying and magic leaching parts. He actually got in on his potion making skills and has been spying for us ever since."

"We can remove his mark if he proves to us he is worth it," Hermione says nonchalantly," It's just a protean charm tied in with Voldemort's magic."

"Don't tell Professor Snape," Harry instructs," We will monitor him to see if he has redeemed himself without trying to curry our favor."

Harry then turns to Rose with a question," Rose, you said your parents have been training you?"

"Yes they have," Rose answers," Why are you asking about my parents?"

"I was just wondering, are..are they still alive?" Harry asks with hope in his voice.

"Yes they are," Rose answers," what kind of question is that?"

"Can.. can I meet them?" Harry asks.

"Harry," Hermione admonishes quietly.

"I know Hermione, but I would still like to meet them," Harry whispers back to her.

"Why do you want to meet my parents?" Rose asks suspiciously.

Hermione looks at Harry with compassion and love in her eyes and turns to Rose.

"You see? It's like this," she says softly," In our world, my Harry is known as the Boy Who Lived. His parents were killed when Voldemort came to visit on that Halloween night. His birth last name is Potter. To our friends we are known as Harry and Hermione Potter. The reason I look like your mum Herman is my last name before I bonded with Harry was Granger. We actually live with my mum and dad when we aren't in school."

"Merlin," Rose says with tears forming," No wonder you look so much like my dad. You even have my eyes. If my twin brother had lived, he would've looked just like you. When Voldemort came to our house my parents weren't home. Peter Pettigrew had lured them out with the promise of babysitting us so they could go to a movie. They had no reason not to trust him so they went. I'm sure you can guess what happened. My brother was killed while I survived somehow. When they got home they found the house destroyed with Peter gone. A set of robes and a wand was found lying on the floor next to my crib. Voldemort revived himself with a bit of my blood in a ritual after the Triwizard Tournament two years ago."

She said the last part bitterly as she spat out their hated names.

"I think my mum would be happy to know her son lived in another reality," Rose continues," I will owl them so they can come to see you."

"Thank you Rose," Harry says gratefully," I would have loved to have a sister. Luckily I bonded with Hermione when I was eight so it wasn't too bad. I went to live with them right after as my relatives didn't really want me."

"You know that wasn't their fault Harry," Hermione says.

"I know Hermione," Harry says," It would have been nice to be treated as part of their family without the compulsion charms influencing them to hate me. At least they couldn't really hurt me physically."

"Well, you've got me now and I will be with you forever," Hermione says softly to him as she snuggles into his side.

"Together forever," He whispers to her.

"Forever," she agrees.

Harry looks up at the sound of a sniffle and spots Professor McGonagall holding a handkerchief to her eyes.

"Sorry Professor," Harry says," with our bond it is easy for us to get carried away and forget there are other people around."

"Don't apologize for being in love Mr. Pendragon," You just brought back some memories of my time with my husband before he was killed in the last war."

"Just Harry ma'am," Harry says," If you are anything like our Professor McGonagall you have already earned our respect and love as one of our favorite teachers and one of our council of five advisors."

Hermione turns to Professor Dumbledore," We probably need to register with the ministry as dimensional travelers or something to establish our existence in this dimension to make it official. We were given a premonition from the Creator before we came that something was going to happen to us so Harry and I brought some of our belongings and some gold with us so we need to open an account at Gringotts. We don't know how long we will be here so we came prepared. Our last mission to another galaxy lasted fifty years and we gained a lot of experience in economics and learned how to be diplomats in a galaxy wide government. We can use some of that expertise to help out this world while we are here. If you could set up some rooms for us we can get started tomorrow since it is a Monday."

Just then the sorting hat clears its throat," Hogwarts has informed me that she set up your old quarters off the Hufflepuff common room Elders. Thank you for coming in our time of need."

"Thank you Alistair," Harry says to the hat," Those will do nicely. Has Professor Sprout been informed?"

"Not yet," Alistair says.

"I'll take care of that Harry," Professor McGonagall says," That falls under my duties as Deputy Headmistress anyway."

"Thank you," Hermione says," We will sit at the Hufflepuff table for meals since that was where we were sorted originally."

Professor Dumbledore produces a couple of gold badges that have the letters AP on them and hands them to Harry and Hermione.

"I think for now it would be prudent for you to sit at the head table so we can establish your authority with the students as Associate Professors," he says," The quarters are fine as they were established for teachers as well as married couples. Dinner should be starting about now so why don't you and you friends head that way. We'll be down shortly so I can introduce you formerly to the students. I'm sure after this afternoon the rumor mill has already let everyone know you are here."

"Thank you Professor," Hermione says as she takes the badges and hands one to Harry. They both pin them to their robes and hand in hand head for the door to exit the office. Rose and Herman follow behind.

"Hermione," Herman asks," would you like to meet my parents? I was a twin as well but my mother had a very difficult pregnancy and my twin sister was still born."

Hermione throws her arms around Herman in a hug with Rose holding onto him as well," Yes, I would love to meet your mother. Maybe her knowing about me will ease her pain a bit. You think she would let us stay with you?"

"I don't see why not," Herman says," Why don't you visit for Christmas and talk to them. I will owl them today and tell them about you."

"We can also visit with your parents too Rose," Hermione says as they start walking again," It's just that Harry never knew his parents and has been living at my house since he was eight years old. It will take time for both sets of parents to get to know us."

"That's alright Hermione," Rose says," They seem to have let my fame go to their heads a bit and tend to be a bit pompous sometimes. I really wish they would let it go so I could be just plain old Rose Potter and not this girl who lived crap."

"I know how you feel," Harry says sympathetically.

As they are walking down the corridor towards the Great Hall they run into Malfoy Jr. and his gang.

"Well well well," he drawls," If it isn't scarhead and her mudblood. And what do we have here? A couple of newbies who don't know proper dress code for a witch or wizard."

"Ah, the Bouncing Ferret," Rose drawls right back at him," I'd be careful what you say to these two. You never know what will happen. After all, they just defeated twenty four of your father's friends. He's the only one that was left after the fight."

"So my father was too strong for you," he delights while looking at the two newbies.

"The fight lasted fifteen seconds and your father was sent away by these two back to his half-blood master," Rose spat.

"Actually," Hermione interjects," He's not even a half-blood any more. He's just a magical construct made from a potion using a bit of flesh from a servant, bone dust from his muggle father and a few drops of Rose's blood. He officially died on October 31st 1981. So the being calling itself Voldemort is not even human. Ironic really, since some pure-blood fanatics go around claiming to be better than non-humans such as the goblins and centaurs but bow down to something that is lower than a house elf by their standards. Oh, and by the way. Our robes are the proper attire for Jedi Consular, which is what we are."

"I don't know what Jedi are," Malfoy sneers," but when my father hears about this you won't be around here much longer. He is on the board of governors for this school and will see you expelled for not conforming."

"You're all talk and no bite Malfoy," Rose says with her hand on her wand just in case," I wonder if you're not gay or something. After all these two strapping boys follow you around like puppy dogs following their master."

The two boys in question crack their knuckles in anticipation of a fight.

"That's enough you two," Harry interjects and with a wave of his hand speaks to Malfoy," I'm sorry you had to follow in your father's footsteps Mr. Malfoy. (These are not the droids you are looking for) You will forget this encounter and tell all of your friends it is absolutely necessary to be in the Great Hall for a meeting of great importance to Voldemort's followers. Your father will be here to give you orders from the master himself."

Harry and party walks away from them with Rose and Herman keeping an eye on them as they pass them in the hall. Rose notices Malfoy has a glassy eyed look.

"They'll be free in a few seconds," Harry says," Just making sure we don't get hexed in the back."

"Oh," Rose says," I was wondering why he looked like that."

"What did you mean when you said you were sorry he followed in his father's footsteps?" Herman asks.

"You'll, see," is all Harry would say.

"We rescued our Draco and his mother from his father back in first year," Hermione says," he's one of our knights in training now. But this Draco has gone and done something very stupid."

"Okay," Herman says," You'll have to tell me more about that later."

"We will," Hermione promises.

"Did you sense what I did?" Harry sends to Hermione.

"Yes Harry," Hermione sends back sadly," He's taken the mark. That means he has killed already and I bet Rose doesn't know or she wouldn't bait him the way she does."

The two couples enter the Great Hall with Rose and Herman going to the Gryffindor table. Harry and Hermione walk towards the head table where Professor Sprout waves them over. She had been informed already about their status and welcomes them to sit next to her. Soon the Great Hall is filled and everyone is enjoying dinner. The Slytherin table is full with everyone in attendance. Hermione sniffles sadly and sighs.

"What's wrong dear?" Professor Sprout asks.

"I can sense twelve Death Eaters amongst the students in this Hall," she says quietly," I'm saddened to see so many throw their lives away like that. Harry and I will have to do something we would rather not do but it is for their good as well as ours."

"What does that mean?" Professor Sprout asks alarmed.

"Nobody will be hurt Professor," Harry whispers," But we have to show the student body what happens to someone who takes Riddle's mark. They are getting off better than they should considering what they had to do to get that mark."

Professor Dumbledore stands and taps his fork on his goblet to get everyone's attention. When everyone is looking his way he makes the announcement.

"I'm sure everyone has noticed the two extra people sitting at the head table tonight. I would like to introduce Harry and Hermione Pendragon our new Associate Professors. They will be filling in for whom ever needs the help at any given time. Don't let their appearance fool you. They are both a lot older than they look and bring a lot of experience to the school. Please welcome our new professors."

He leads the clapping which is polite but sporadic from the students. Harry and Hermione stand as they are introduced. They walk around to the front of the table.

Hermione conjures a lectern with a rising base for the couple to stand on to the astonishment of the students and delight of Professor Flitwick. They enter the lectern and rise up to a height to be seen by everyone.

"Thank you for the welcome," Harry says to the students and then looks at the Headmaster," I'm sorry for what we have to do now. I hope you didn't know about this."

He turns back to the students and with a wave of his hand everyone is frozen in their seats except for their heads. With another wave of his hand the left sleeve of twelve students are removed from the shoulder revealing the dark mark on their arms. Seven of them are in Slytherin, two in Ravenclaw, one in Hufflepuff and two in Gryffindor. These students are all lifted from their seats and floated to the front of the head table for all to see.

"As you can see we have a number of marked Death Eaters amongst us," Hermione says loudly for all to hear," Twelve students that had to murder in cold blood to get that mark on their arm. Harry and I are the Elders of the Universe and this is the last day on Earth for these students. We will not tolerate cold blooded killers walking amongst the innocent students of this school, possibly even recruiting others to their cause. If any of you other students are contemplating following the magical construct that calls itself Lord Voldemort this will be your fate as well."

Harry and Hermione step off the raised platform and float down to the floor. They extend their right arms ejecting their wands which expand into staffs and with a sharp rap on the floor twin beams of light shoot from the jewels at the top of the staffs to coalesce at a point six meters in front of them. The point of light expands and swirls to form a window that shows a meadow with other people wandering around. With a wave of their hands Harry and Hermione float the marked students through the window to the other side. Some of the people on the other side are seen running up to some of the students as they pass through and grabbing them in hugs.

"As you can see Malfoy," Harry says as he floats by," You chose the wrong side. Your father led you astray with his boasting about his blood status. You all have your wands. Use them constructively for a change and build a life for yourselves on your new world. You will never see this one again."

After the last student went through the window it closed with a quiet pop. Harry and Hermione float back to the platform on the lectern and release the remaining students from stasis.

"We did not harm them despite what they are," Hermione says," We sent them to a planet fifteen light years from Earth. They will have the opportunity build a colony for them-selves and make a different life than the one they were going to lead here. At the least they will get to live through the war and won't be killing any of your friends in the process. This is non-negotiable. You take that mark on your arm and that is where you will end up."

The couple returns to their seats and resume eating their desert. Everyone stares at them, some frightened and some in awe.

"Are you aliens?" A second year muggleborn girl blurts out."

Hermione stands up to answer," No, we are dimensional travelers and where we came from we were genetically engineered from two sets of parents on Earth and two sets of parents from a dying planet. We were both born on Earth. Harry was born to James and Lilly Potter and I was born to George and Helen Granger. We are as human as you are. We just have a few enhancements to make our jobs easier."

"Just exactly what is your job?" Professor Snape asks snidely after losing several students from his house.

"We were sent to fulfill a Prophesy from the Creator of all things," Harry answers," we were sent to keep the muggles from destroying Earth with their weapons and to stop Voldemort and any others like him. What you saw tonight is part of the job being completed. We could have killed them easily with our powers but we will not take the life of a sentient being if we can help it. The only killing we have done so far is a basilisk and all of the dementors, who were mindless entities on our world. If they are that way here we might have to do the same thing again."

"Why kill off the dementors?" one of the older students asks," They keep our criminals in check."

"Let me ask you a question in return," Hermione says going into teacher mode," What is the punishment for petty theft?"

"Five years in Azkaban," Dumbledore answers for the student.

"Five years for stealing items that can be replaced," Hermione says," Five years for the dementors of Azkaban to steal all the their happiness and drive them insane. You can't reform a thief by robbing him of his sanity. You might as well put the death penalty on all crimes that require a stay in Azkaban and be done with it. Don't you think it better to make the thief work off the value of the items stolen? Other crimes can be punished in a similar way according to the severity of the crime. If the crime is severe enough to make you afraid of releasing the criminal back into society we can send them somewhere where they can't hurt or affect others on this planet at all. That is what our job is Professor and we are very good at it."

"Was there no other way to deal with those students Professor Pendragon?" Dumbledore asks.

The whole student body in the Great Hall leans forward unconsciously to hear the answer.

"Not according to what you told me about how they get the mark professor," Harry answers," They were probably urged by their parents to take the mark to make them proud to be followers of the dark lord. I just wonder how many of those parents understood they were sentencing their children to death by taking that mark. The thing that calls itself the dark lord cares for no one but itself. The marks are a leach on their magic that only helps the dark lord to stay alive. If something were to happen to it, all of its followers will die as it tries to save its life by pulling on its follower's magic through the protean charm on their arms. No one will survive. Since the Death Eaters of this reality are all murderers anyway, they deserve their fate. The only way to save their lives is to send them out of range of the magical construct that they are tied to. Therefore, we came up with the solution of sending them to another planet as the only humane way of saving them from their fate. The entity is so paranoid one of his followers will try to stab him in the back he makes sure they are all marked before he allows them to come near him. It may have some spies that aren't marked but I guarantee it won't meet with them personally. It will always send someone else it has total control over."

"Why didn't he stay dead when Rose killed him back in '81?" Someone yells out.

"That's knowledge you students don't need to know about, ever," Hermione states clearly," Some things are just not meant to be known. Voldemort's name means 'Flight from Death,' it is paranoid about dying and will do whatever it thinks is necessary to stay alive. The type of dark magic it used to stay alive has driven it insane. The only thing that can be done is to destroy it and we will save as many of its followers as we can by sending them away where they are no longer a threat to our world. If they are not on this planet then Voldemort can't break them out of prison to kill again."

"Our other job," Harry says to calm the students," is our favorite job and that is to teach you students whatever we can about magic and the mundane world."

With that said the couple returns to their seats and finish eating their deserts. Afterwards Professor Sprout leads them to the Hufflepuff common room where they set a password and retire behind the portrait of a badger in a field playing with her kits.

ooOOoo