Bellatrix Lastrange was sitting in her cell in Askaban, counting the seconds until her beloved master comes to her. 'Yes.' she thought wildly. 'Then he can finally see how much he means to me.' just then, she collapsed.

Bellatrix woke up, panting, she reached for her wand, then relizing that she didn't have it. She slumped, feeling for the first time in her life, powwerless. "Looking for this?" she spun around to face the fool of a person that took her wand, ready to kill in any way. But instead, of a creature, or a arure, there stood an old man, with a brown cloke, holding her wand. "Give me back my wand, and I'll give you a painless death." she growled. of course, she was lying. he was going to have a most painful death. "I don't think you should kill me." she gave a duruisive laugh. "And how," her eyes shone with mirth. "Would I need you?" he considered her for a second. "We both have similer motives. To shape the world our way, to, make it better." She stopped. "Ok," she ventured. "What do I do?" she asked a little too eagerly. he turns to, thinking that he didn't make a mistake. "I need you to go on a mission." he said, looking into her eyes, which were mad with determination. he smiled. "how are you at killing 'innocent' people?" he asked, smirking. there were no innocents in the rebublic. "There are no innocents." she spat. 'yes. very good.' he thought. 'she'll be perfect.'

"my droids will escort you to your quarters." he said turning away. "wait-droids? what the bloody-argg!" two droids seized her arms, and led her to her quarters. "Hey! get your bloody hands off of me! you can't man-handle me like this!" Doukou ignored her protests, he had other beings to deal with, some that will be crucal to winning the war.

Harry, ron and Hermione were sitting in the shade of their favorite tree on the Hogwarts grounds. when a portal materialized in frount of them. "What the heck!?" was all Ron screamed before being sucked into the portal.

Harry woke up, in a cold, and rather empty sort of metal room, he looked around, there he saw Ron and Hermione lying on the floor. "Ron! Hermione!" he shok them. "Jus' five more minutes." Ron muttered. "No, Ron, wake up! we're not in hogwarts anymore!" he said loudly. "Wha?!" Ron shot up. "Where the heck are we, Harry?" he asked, disoriented. "I dunno, some sort of metal room-" he was cut short by ron crying, "Hermione!" Ron was shooked by her limp body. Ron shook her body, and her eyes fluttered open. "Where are we?" she asked grogily. "That's what we're trying to figure out." Harry said shortly. "Hermione! you're hurt!" he cried, seeing a cut on her face. "Ron, it's just a little cut." she laughed a little. "Yeah but-" "Ron," Harry proded him distractitly. "Oh what is it, Harry?" Ron asked irtibley. "There's someone else here..." he pointed to another body on the ground. they rushed to the person, which turned out to be a man with dreadlocks, and a weird hat. "do you think he's dead?" Ron wondered. "Don't be stupid, Ronald. He's breathing." she said in a annoyed tone, but she was smiling.

"Umm... who are you people?" The man had woken.

~~~Jacks' POV~~

Jack was stumbling around, drunk with a rum bottle in hand, when a great ruddy blue swirling hole appered. He had just enough time to wonder if he was seeing things, when he was sucked into the hole.

He woke up to three people standing over him. "Do you think he's dead?" A red-head boy asked. "Don't be stupid, Ronald." A girl said in a annoyed tone. "Uhhh... are you people?" He asked. The people jumped back in suprise. The red-head shot back, "I'd like to ask the same thing about you!"

"Captain Jack Sparrow." he introduced himself.

As he looked at them, they looked no more than 15. they looked confused. "But first things first, where's the rum?"