Chapter 1
A Grave Undertaking
By Ordinaryguy2
Chapter 1
NEVER NEVER LAND, NEVADA
Amanda Waller, a heavyset black woman with a scowling demeanor, exited the helicopter, keeping herself braced as she hurried through the deluge to get to the shelter of the building entrance while holding a briefcase over her head. She plunged through the doorway being held open by a military guard and immediately shed her water-soaked coat and gave her briefcase a brisk shaking. She only took the briefest notice as her companion from the helicopter followed her in, cursing lightly under his breath.
"Which way?" she said more as a demand than a question.
"This way, Mrs. Waller." A tall, well-built black man in a uniform stood down the hall. Despite her grumpy demeanor she gave him a second look over.
"Captain Craig Donovan," she said as way of acknowledgement along with a slight, calculated nod.
The man stiffened, surprised at being recognized. "You know me?"
Her eyes weighed his value. "A former Navy SEAL, currently Project Backstep's military advisor and tactical coordinator."
Donovan managed to keep the amazement -that she had managed to get all that information about him- off his face. "You have good ears."
"I do. Now take me to Dr. Bradley Talmadge," her words, both blunt and final.
"Right. This way. He's in the infirmary." He turned and began walking, letting Waller and her companion to catch up and follow behind while he listened to the sound of their footsteps on the linoleum as they worked to catch up with him.
"Talmadge was injured?"
"No. Someone else."
"Frank Parker?"
Donovan's head snapped back to look at her, but said nothing. Nothing more was said between them as they walked down the hall and took the elevator down to the infirmary, though Waller's companion did hum a close rendition to Jimmy Hendrix's Purple Haze while sporting a wild grin.
Donovan nodded to the security detail in front of the Infirmary entrance who opened the door for them so that they could go right inside. It was a spacious room with most of the outer areas having sliding glass doors to private rooms for other patients. There was only one room currently in use, as it had its curtains drawn over the door, and that's directly where Donovan led them.
Donovan entered with a knock, pulling the curtain open just long enough for Waller and the man that had accompanied her to enter.
"Ah, Bradley, there you are." Amanda Waller held out her hand to shake.
Bradley Talmadge stood to greet her. "Amada, I see you wasted no time in getting down here. Though I'm not sure that it will do you much good. Parker's been in a coma ever since we rescued him."
The man in the hospital bed was hooked up to several machines and receiving several bags of fluids, including blood. Bandages adorned the majority of his face, but did not hide the swelling and bruising. While his left arm had a simple splint, his right arm was being kept immobilized in a cast. His legs were likewise in casts. It was his hands, heavily bruised, covered in stitches and bandages, that showed the man had gotten at least some payback on someone.
Amanda's brow furrowed darkly as she frowned. "He looks like a side of beef that Rocky used for boxing practice. What happened to him? This doesn't look like the results of a crash landing so I'm guessing it didn't happen during his 'backstep' in time."
Now it was Talmadge's turn to frown. "How do you know about that?"
She gave a knowing look. "That you have an alien time machine you call a Chronosphere that can send someone back in time up to seven days in order to change a disastrous event in the past? Oh, please, it's my business to know about things like that. Now tell me what happened to Parker."
Talmadge nodded to Donovan to share what he knew. Begrudgingly, Donovan began his explanation. "At nearly 2100 hours two days ago, Parker called this base from a small town in Utah. Parker immediately gave the clearance codes and explained that he was under siege from a radical Mormon group that seemed to think he was the vanguard of a government military group being sent to overpower them due to some of their more radial actions such as attacking strangers that come near their towns and taking multiple child brides, not to mention the growing number of mysterious deaths that were occurring in and around their towns with the numbers escalating, all of which were only affecting non-members of their cult."
"Yes, yes, I knew all that. Out of state police and National Guardsmen were sent in to capture and contain those who partook in such activities, including the towns' cult-members-only-police force," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "What I'd like to know is if Parker has regained consciousness at all after that incident, and whether he has said anything else?"
"No, Frank's been in a coma ever since we rescued him," Donovan answered, looking down at his friend. "But what hasn't been explained is how Frank knew to send a coded message back to you, Mrs. Waller."
She snorted. "Isn't it obvious? I take it you have surmised by now that I already knew about the Backstep Project. Knowing that I might make use of it someday, I made up my own confirmation codes that only I knew so that I would know to trust any message that Parker brought back for me."
Talmadge pulled out a small cloth to wipe his glasses with. "We were only able to record a partial message from Frank in which he said it was imperative that we get a coded message to you. It took two days to get someone that was in contact with you to believe us, but there you have it. Were you able to do a partial translation of the message we sent you?"
Waller stood there for a moment. "The code words allude to a global threat, I just don't know what or where, just possibilities." She let down her briefcase down near a chair.
"Possibilities?" Talmadge found himself asking.
"There is always some threat to the world," she stated with a glare. "Did you really think that yours was the only organization watching over the planet?" She gave him a sneer of disdain. "The code mostly was to verify that I could trust whatever Parker told me the oncoming crisis was."
Amanda's companion chuckled. "You know as fun as it is to watch you two try to raise each other's hackles, if there really is a world threat to prepare for, we should really consider that for a first priority."
Talmadge took a moment to study the graying-dark haired man with the British accent. He seemed relatively normal except for an undercurrent of darkish mirth in his eyes, and just a hint of a grin that said seemed to proclaim he was having a joke at everyone else's expense.
Talmadge held out his hand. "Dr. Bradley Talmadge, director of this NSA facility," he stated for an introduction, hoping to learn more of whom he was dealing with.
The man chuckled, leaving Talmadge's hand waiting for a few seconds before shaking it. "Ethan Rayne, occultist, and a bit of an anarchist, but usually only if I find it amusing."
"What?" Donovan blurted out in confusion, not expecting any of that for a response.
"Easy, Donovan." Waller eyed Ethan critically. "You can get him talking, right?" She nodded toward Frank Parker lying on the bed.
Ethan nodded. "Sure, if he hasn't passed on. Well, actually I could then, too, but there are other complications that I'd rather not deal with when trying to bring a soul back." He gave her a shrug. "Can't say for sure what state his mentality will be in since he was beaten nearly to death, but let's find out, shall we?" From the pocket of one of the bags he had brought, he pulled out a small leather pouch and chicken foot. He spat twice into the pouch, then using the stump of the chicken foot he began to stir his spit into the powders within the pouch.
Donovan moved between Ethan and the bed that Frank Parker was laying. "There's no way that I am letting you near Frank with whatever that is!"
"What is going on here?" A tall redheaded woman in a white physician's coat returned from the bathroom where she had emptied the urine that she had taken from Parker's catheter bag. "Who are these people?" she asked in a thick Russian accent.
"Dr. Olga Vukavitch, it's nice to meet you. I've read some of your work. Looks promising." Amanda Waller said calmly. "But now that the niceties are out of the way." From out of a pocket she drew up a handgun. "I'm going to need to have the three of you move over by that wall. Ethan, remove Donovan's weapon."
Donovan could tell instantly that the woman knew how to use the weapon she was holding. Her cold eyes also told him that she had no problems using the gun if she thought she had to. Seeing no way out, he reluctantly let the madly grinning Ethan take his weapon, then joined Bradley and Olga against the far wall.
"What do you think you are doing?" Talmadge said, trying to understand. "You are inside a NSA secured facility. There's no way you could get away with whatever it is you think you are doing."
Amanda looked at him smugly. "All I'm doing is allowing Mr. Rayne a chance to make it possible to talk to Mr. Parker."
Ethan, meanwhile, was quickly using his chicken foot to draw runes on Frank's face and chest, removing whatever sensors or bandages hindered his design. "Alright, luv, I'm just about done. Can you dim the lights?"
"I told you not to call me that," Amanda growled, even as she dimmed the room lights.
He was setting up four lit green candles on the floor at the sides of the bed, when he looked up at her a cheeky grin. "You could always fire me."
She, in return, gave him a glare. "True, but I don't think you'd like the way that I fire people."
He swallowed in apprehension before turning away, effectively cowed for now. "Okay then. Just a little chant to find the frequency and we should be talking to our comatose subject." He dramatically stretched and cracked his fingers before starting to chant in an unknown tongue.
Donovan delivered an angry look to his boss. "Bradley!" he whispered so that only Bradley and Olga could hear. "What the hell is this? Do they actually think they can talk to Frank this way?"
Amanda, however, had very keen ears. "I'm surprised at you, Captain Donovan. You are willing to believe in aliens and time travel, but you completely dismiss the possibilities of magic."
Olga sent an uneasy look over to where Frank Parker lay. "I have seen several things that I have never been able to explain. Things that some colleagues were working on in the Soviet Union. Things unnatural." She shivered.
"But magic?" Donovan shook his head, unable to accept it.
Ethan chuckled. "They say the proof in in the pudding, right? Well, here we go!" He threw a green powder into the air about Frank's bed at the same time that the candles all flared up. Instead of settling down, the powder slowly pulled together a few feet above the bed outlining the shape of a man in a greenish aura that resonated with the flames of the candles.
"What the hell? What's going on here?"
"Frank?!"
"Olga? Donovan? Bradley? Am I floating?" The floating man's feet began tapping around for any surface to take purchase on while his arms flew around trying to grab anything it could, which turned out to be nothing.
"Ev-everything's going to be alright," Olga said, unable to take her eyes away from what she was seeing even as they started to water.
"Did I have a bad backstep or something?" Frank stopped moving his arms and legs as it didn't seem to be accomplishing anything. After taking a moment to calm himself, he brought his hand in front of his face. "What the hell? I can see through me hand!"
"Calm him down. This will work a lot better if you can calm him down," Ethan whispered over to Frank's friends.
"Who's that below me in the bed? He looks like he was hit by a bus." Frank suddenly jerked up a foot into the air. "That's me, isn't it?" he shouted. "What the hell happened to me?"
"Oh, great," Ethan snidely muttered, "he's going to freak on us. I'll probably lose him if he doesn't calm down. That's a hint to you people."
"Easy, Frank! Take it easy!" Donovan moved forward but stopped in order to stay clear of the weird smoke from the candles. "You are alive and we've patched you up! Everything is going to be alright!"
"That's easy for you to say!" Frank snapped back. "Look at me down there! What the hell happened to me?"
"That's what we need you to tell us," Amanda said, calmly, but with an authoritative tone. She had put the handgun back into her pocket as it was no longer needed now.
"And who the hell are you?" Frank growled.
"Amanda Waller."
Frank stilled for a moment. "Wait, I know that name."
"I hope so. You had a message to give me. One that was sent by me."
"Right." He nodded and tilted his head to one side as if remembering something long ago. "I was trying to get to somewhere with a phone so I could tell you. Ran across some young teenage girls trying to escape from being forced to marry guys old enough to be their grandfathers. I let them tag along as I went to get to a phone, then I was going to get them out of there. But a mob of the polygamous clergymen found us and set about trying to bash me into butter."
"The message?" Amanda insisted.
Frank, however, turned to Talmadge, ignoring Waller. "Bradley, are the girls alright?"
Talmadge nodded. "Yes, they and several of their sisters and cousins ended up being rescued and put into a children's rescue program."
"Which won't do them any good if there is no world to get better in!" Amanda barked. "Now, the whole reason you went on that backstep was because you needed to give me a message in order to stop a world scale disaster. Two days have already gone by, and I don't even know what the deadline I'm working with is, or anything else about this threat. Is it a plague? Is it nukes? Another Kahndaq revolution? An ecological disaster or terrorists? Another alien invasion? Please, just give me the intel that I need already!"
"Oh." Frank gave a look of surprise. "Um, I hope you believe me when I say it's vampires."
Waller continued to scowl at him. "Vampires?"
"An invasion of them."
Craig Donovan gave a slight chuckle. "Not the time for humor, Frank."
"I'm not joking, Donovan," Frank said in all seriousness.
"Vampires do not exist!" insisted Donovan, the whole situation eating on the last of his nerves.
It was Olga that calmed him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "They do exist," she said, quietly. "In Russia, I saw one that was captured. Experiments were conducted on it in the building that I worked in. On the fourth day, or night actually, I was away presenting my findings on a different project. That night, it is believed that the clan or pack that the vampire belonged to, tracked him to the building." She trembled before taking a deep breath and continuing. "All records were lost, and security cameras were not able to reveal much since vampires didn't show up on them. Everyone was dead and the building burnt to the ground."
"I heard about that. Up in the Ural Mountains." Ethan regarded her with a rare look of sympathy. "The leader of that particular group was a very old vampire master by the name of Kakistos. Nasty bastard. If it helps at all, he was dusted a few years ago by two Slayers."
"Slayers?" Talmadge said, catching the unknown term in his mind.
"Not something to discuss right now," snapped Waller. She turned her focus back to smoky form of Frank Parker. "These invading vampires: where do they first attack? Where is their home base? Who is their leader? What is their purpose? And why now?"
"Uh..." The astral image of Frank Parker seemed to fidget in the air. "I wasn't given a whole lot of info from the future-you to pass on to the now-you. You had no clue about who the leader or leaders are. Or even where they came from. But as for where it began, it was in a little piece of hell called Arkham Asylum."
Waller cursed. "That damn bat! I had a series of high explosives set to blow that hell hole to high heaven if things got too bad there! The sanctimonious Dark Knight exposed those protective measures and made sure they were removed, as well as those I had implanted at several other meta-human incarceration centers!"
Talmadge couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not even the Never Never Land security chief, Agent Nathan Ramsey, was so heavy-handed in his somewhat radical stances. "You would really be willing to blow up hundreds of people just to make sure they didn't escape? Including the people who worked there?"
She glared at the man. "These people we are talking about are psychopaths and sociopaths, twisted mass murderers, many of which like to dress up in God-awful costumes to fulfill unusual homicidal fetishes. And worst of all, several of them are meta-humans or know how to get access to exotic and extremely dangerous weaponry that they have squirrelled away in secret caches."
"But still-"
"I don't have time for a talk about how I should be nice to homicidal maniacs of the worst sort! As of nearly two days ago, an impenetrable black sphere formed over Arkham Asylum that cut off all communications from within. No one has been able to find a means to enter it and find out what's been going on in there. A day later, a similar sphere appeared over Blackgate Penitentiary, which is just outside Gotham."
"I'll tell you what's going on!" Frank shouted from where he floated above his broken body. "Vampires are turning all your Arkham kooks into vampires, then Blackgate was used as an appetizer, and in a week they will be letting them out on the rest of the world!"
"But still, one asylum?" Donovan said with a doubting tone. "Even if what you say is true, it should be easy enough to put this threat down. One asylum, even if infested with vampires, which I still find hard to believe, can't be that much of a threat. Also Blackgate is supposed to be equipped to handle super-villains, they should be able to handle themselves against whatever threat these vampires pose."
Frank shook his head in frustration. "You're not hearing me. It's not just those two places."
Everyone stared up at Frank, their attention riveted on him.
"What do you mean?" demanded Waller.
"About two days after Arkham was closed off to the world, a third black spherical shell appeared. This time the black impenetrable dome is over the meta-human penitentiary that you work through."
Waller growled. "Belle Reve."
"That's the one. You were not there at the time it was closed off, but came running once you heard about it. Don't know how you did it exactly, said something about calling a hero through your man Black, so I guess it is someone you knew to get ahold of. Anyway, this hero managed to get an opening in the shield, and it was during that time that some of the vampires rushed out. You managed to capture a few of them and took them somewhere to interrogate. The bloodsuckers you caught were all newbies. Two were workers at Arkham, one a guard and the other a janitor. You also had captured the villain known as the Scarecrow."
"The Scarecrow, the master of fear, became a vamp?" Ethan shivered. "This is sounding less and less fun."
"Turns out most of the prisoners were being turned into vampires." Frank tried running a hand through his hair, but it didn't work very well as he was practically a ghost at the moment. "Scarecrow wouldn't talk so you just dusted him. You were able to get more out of the other two after that. From their rambling you learn that at least those didn't know who was leading them but that they were going to increase in more numbers and then have a vampire crusade across the planet."
Olga cursed in Russian and began to shake.
"Hey, Bradley, can you comfort Olga? I can't exactly hug her from where I'm stand… floating." Frank made a small motion to Bradley to go to Olga.
"What else?" demanded Waller.
"Um, yeah, there is some kind of interdimensional tunnel that leads from Arkham to Blackgate. And from there to Belle Reve. That's how they got there; by using tunnels. Also, back in Arkham, there is a tunnel going back to wherever the vampires came from, but the fledgling vamps were not allowed to travel that way."
Waller swore. "That many super-villains turned into vampires would definitely make a formidable army." Her hands formed into tight fists down at her sides as she thought. "And of course it has to be at the same time that the Justice League and several other hero groups take off into space to face some threat or other that they never seen fit to tell the rest of us lowly humans."
Donovan held up a hand. "So no Justice League, Justice Society, Outsiders, or Teen Titans?"
"Even the Freedom Fighters, the Marvel Family, the Metal Men and the Global Guardians went with them." She took a moment to rub her forehead. "They even took the damn Doom Patrol."
"So there are no superheroes left on the planet?" Bradley looked at her in askance.
"Minor league ones, mostly. And they won't be easy to get ahold of, let alone convince to come to our aid."
Her cell phone rang, and she instantly answered it. "Yes? Oracle? You heard?"
"Everything," said the female on the other end of the phone. "You realize that Arkham went dark almost two days ago exactly. And your futuristic source with you says that Belle Reve had the same thing happen to it at nearly any minute now."
"Get ahold of Ben – The Bronze Tiger. Tell him to do whatever he has to, but he must stop these things from overrunning Belle Reve."
"Calling him now," responded Oracle.
"Hey, lady!" Frank was waving his hands in his attempt to get Waller's attention.
"What?" she barked.
"Geez! Don't kill the messenger, Waller. I don't know what's up with me floating in the air over my body thing, but it's letting me hear whoever it is you are speaking with on your phone. Anyway, I thought this might be the time I should add that right before I did my 'backstep', that three other places were surrounded by these black spheres: Stryker's Island in Metropolis. Followed just a few minutes later by Iron Heights outside Keystone City. The last was a place you referred to as The Slab."
Waller's clenched fist was threatening to crush her phone. "Any more pertinent information I should know about?"
Frank shook his head. "Nope, I'm done. It's all on you now."
Waller let slip several curse words. "All right, Oracle, I know you are still listening, or recording this to listen to shortly. Send out alarms to those prisons. Stress the idea of interdimensional, super-strong aliens with a weakness in the way of high intensity ultraviolet light, fire and having their heads cut off." She considered the situation for a moment before adding, "Plus, maybe if the prisons lock themselves up tight, whoever is behind this will call off their attacks."
Ethan, who had been listening in, began to chuckle. "Optimism? From you? Amanda, my dear, it doesn't suit you."
"You don't want to be the focus of my frustration right now, Rayne," she warned, poking him in the chest hard with her finger. "So back off and let me work."
Knowing better than to intimidate her any further, Ethan turned away to check in the candles that were projecting Frank.
"Amanda!" Oracle shouted into her end of the phone line.
"What now!" she shouted back.
"It Ben! Bronze Tiger! I got ahold of him just as he and his team were imprisoning the Brotherhood of Evil! I had just finished explaining the gist of what was going to happen, and we were cut off! I took a look from an orbiting satellite, and the prison is encased in a black sphere!"
Waller took a moment to squeeze her brow with her spare hand as she thought. "Alright, we're going to have to believe that Ben can handle his end. I need you to gather Intel for all my operatives that were not at Belle Reve, and send me that immediately. Now where's our Slayer?"
"When she checked in six hours ago, she was in Los Angeles."
"Tell her to grab what allies she can, and to be ready for a quick trip to Gotham."
"Waller," began Oracle. "Your agreement with the Watchers Council won't allow us to snap up the Sunnydale Slayer, and thanks to that other agreement you made with Wolf, Ram & Hart, we can't involve Angel and his crew either."
"Contact the Watchers Council; maybe they can be reasonable for once. As for Faith, tell her to get whatever operatives she can. Point her to a few allies in her area that she could approach, too."
The computerized synthesized voice of Oracle let out a sigh. "Faith is not very good at diplomacy."
"Niceties will have to be used sparingly as we have a deadline," Waller snapped. "Oh, and check your recordings of a few minutes ago for instructions. As for me, I'm off to see the Wizard."
A snort came over the phone just before Oracle disconnected.
Ethan looked excited. "So we are off to-"
"Stuff it, Rayne." She turned to Frank and the others. "Well, I have a world to save. Frank, thank you for your service to your country. I hope your healing process is quick. We may need you soon."
"Uh, yeah, thanks," was all the astral image of Frank Parker could think to say.
Amanda gave Ethan a nod, and he began to put out the candles that were giving Frank form.
"What are you doing?" Olga charged forward to stop Ethan. "Can't you leave him like he is? I mean, he can talk to us this way," she said, growing flustered.
With a heavy sigh, Ethan shook his head. "It would do his soul damage if it were out from the body for too long a period of time."
"It's alright, Olga," came Frank's voice, as if across a great distance. With one of the candles put out, they could barely make out his image now. "We'll have plenty of time to talk as I heal. Who knows how long I'll be stuck in this bed? But, hey, you can keep me company and give me a bed bath!"
Olga managed a surprised laugh before rolling her eyes at his attempt to make light of the situation. Instead of responding to Frank, she gave a nod to Ethan to take down his candles.
The ethereal form of Frank dissipated along with the green smoke as Olga brought over a metal folding chair over to sit next to Frank's hospital bed.
Amanda Waller had her thoughts interrupted as Craig Donovan stepped over to her. "I'd like to be part of your team that goes to take these vampire creatures, or whatever they are, down."
Waller raised a curious eyebrow. "You still don't believe in vampires, do you?"
Donovan frowned. "I don't really know or care what these things are; just that they need to be stopped."
"That's a good attitude, but you are more use to us here, rather than on a mission for me."
"What do you mean?"
"Just this." She pointed over to Frank Parker. "Your program's chrononaut is currently out of commission. You are the program's backup even if you can't take the pain threshold of traveling through time well enough of steer this chronoshere you have here. You may have to try and fly that time machine anyway to get a 'past' me better Intel than what we have now."
Donovan's shoulder's drooped only slightly. He had been a Navy SEAL, and did not like to be kept on the sidelines. Especially if the only reason was to deliver a message for someone else so that they could fight. It was petty, but only just. He knew that whatever these things were, they were threatening the world. So if doing a 'backstep' could save it, he would do his part. "Right." He stepped back as Bradley decided to have a few words with Amanda.
"Amanda."
"Talmadge, I know I ran roughshod over you, pulling a gun and all, but this needed doing, and I won't apologize for it."
Bradley managed a humorless grin. "I was just going to say good luck."
They shook hands briefly before Amanda called over to Ethan. "You done there?"
He was closing his bag, and had told Olga that she could connect Frank back to his medical monitoring equipment. "Yep. What now, boss?"
"We need to go see Black."
"Yes!" He dug around in jacket pocket before bringing out an old leather dog collar. "Portkey?" He asked hopefully.
"Damn you, yes," she groused, picking up her briefcase, and walked toward him. Ethan Rayne, meanwhile dug furiously through one of his bags of unusual items. Amanda looked back at the others, "Talmadge, keep an ear open for me. I may end up calling with more Intel for Donovan to 'backstep' to me. But only as a last recourse."
Talmadge nodded even as Ethan held out the dog collar for her to take hold of. Ethan, with his bags tucked under one arm, held a wooden wand in his other hand.
"I love this part," Ethan said, almost breaking down into giggles.
Waller grimaced as she rolled her eyes. She hated using magic. She just couldn't understand it. She could, however, see the results of using it when she had to. "Just get on with it."
"What are you doing?" Bradley just had to ask.
"Magic!" Ethan answered, just before tapping the dog collar and saying the activation phrase 'Snivellus is a dungeon bat', causing Rayne and Waller to disappear with a pop.
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AUTHOR's NoTeS
I've been tinkering with this idea for quite a while now, long before I heard there was going to be a Suicide Squad movie or even the Assault On Arkham cartoon. I first came to read about the Suicide Squad (the Waller led version) when it first showed up in the Legends mini-series right before it took off in it's own series. I think that had a great deal to do with why I prefer the older Suicide Squad members and stories. And that is why I will be using most of the older characters in my story.
And since there isn't a Suicide Squad in the Comics section for Fanfiction dot net, I figured it would be easier found in the movie section.
Considering all the changes that the DC universe has undergone over the years, I'm just going to claim that this story is in an alternate universe and leave it at that. Most characters will come from the late 1980's to late 1990's with probably a few exceptions.
Now for those of you who are unfamiliar with the TV series 7 Days, don't worry; I'm only using the show for it's time travel warning element and I shouldn't be bringing up any more of the characters for the rest of the story.
The only big half of this crossover story is from Buffy The Vampire Slayer. I'll let you see later just who all will be involved.
As some of you might have guessed from the portkey and the key phrase for activation, Sirius Black is going to be in the story, and is the wizard that Ethan was referring to. There will also be a few other crossover characters that will pop up here and there, and I'll just leave you guessing for now.
Thanks for reading. Now it's your turn to do your part and review.