Hogwarts
"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" said Harry "Does the wand in your hand know that its last owner was disarmed? Because if it does… I am the true master of the Eldar wand."
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them, as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he, too, yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:
'Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The bang was like a cannon-blast and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead centre of the circle they had been treading marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air towards the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. But the connection between the two wands was unbroken, the golden flames growing as Tom Riddle's body hit the floor, even as cheers of elation caused by Voldemort's defeat changed to cries of terror as the flames expanded, encompassing the entire great hall and continuing to expand. Many tried to apparate out of the building, but the enchantments around Hogwarts were still holding strong. Although the golden flames gave the appearance of burning, not a single person in the hall, or indeed, any of the walls or objects around them were suffering any damage at all. Then, Harry felt a tug, just behind his navel, and the sensation of moving forwards at an alarming pace, but with his feet remaining firmly on the floor of the Great Hall. Harry, after catching the Elder Wand attempted to break the connection between the two wands, tried to stop whatever was happening to the place he called home. Not for the first time, he felt powerless against the forces working against him. The force propelling him forward ceased suddenly, the golden flames encompassing everything went out, taking all light in the hall with them, including the light from the enchanted ceiling. Harry stumbled forwards, but managed to catch himself before he fell.
"Lumos," he said, quietly, and both Draco's wand and the Elder Wand lit up, the Elder Wand illuminating everyone in the hall, and causing some to shield their eyes against the bright light.
The teachers and the Order of the Phoenix were the first to recover from the strange occurrence, they immediately split into groups, one re-lighting the torches around the Great Hall, some putting together search parties to search the castle and others making sure everyone else was ok. Harry found Ron and Hermione already up and looking around.
"What happened?" asked Ron "You guys felt it too, right? A jerk behind your navel? It felt like a port key."
"Where could we have gone?" asked Harry "It didn't say anything in Beedle's tales about this. Do you have any idea, Hermione?"
"Afraid not," said Hermione "About where we are or even what happened to Hogwarts. Even the history of the Elder Wand doesn't give us any clues, as until Draco disarmed Dumbledore, this has never happened before. It's passed from wizard to wizard by murder."
Elsewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy- Craftworld Merekwoad, Council Chambers
It had happened without warning. The Council had been in attendance, Corsair Prince Arunion, as the leader of the Doom of the Void, a band of Corsairs that had close ties to the Craftworld, and his personal Void Dreamer Alara were in attendance, as well as the Succubus Azara, leader of the Cult of the Saviour, who owed a debt to the Prince.
It was during this meeting, that every highly attuned psyker in the room fell to the ground unconscious, while many others were driven to their knees, while other, lower level psykers on the Craftworld felt a heavy throbbing. Prince Arunion, too, felt this throbbing. While holding his head, he gracefully caught Alara before she hit the ground. The Autarchs, having trained themselves to resist such disturbances and having never tread the Path of the Seer, were going around and trying to revive the Farseers.
"What happened?" asked Azara, as she tried to revive Farseer Irthan, one of the Doom of the Void's closest allies on the council."
"Some kind of psychic disturbance," said Arunion "It was strong. I have little control over the Warp, so I only felt a small part of it, Alara and the Farseers were completely incapacitated by whatever this is. I've never felt anything like it."
"I have," said Alara, as, with obvious effort, she sat up, clutching her head "I was one of the Exodites lucky enough to escape the Fall, but every Eldar felt it when Slaanesh was born, weather Craftworlder, Exodite or Commorite. This disturbance is on the same level. Only the creation of a Chaos god, the manifestation of a Warp Rift the size of the Eye of Terror or the birth of a psyker on a higher level than the Emperor of Mankind could have even come close to the disturbance we just felt."
"Why didn't I feel it this time, then?" asked Azara
"Your people have been trapped within the Webway for centuries," Alara replied "In a collapsed area that blocks out even the Warp. Your psychic presence and control of psychic powers has diminished to even more of an extent than your kin in Commoragh."
"Calling the Council to order," said Farseer Kiirthan, head of the Seer Council. The three turned back to the room, to see many Seers returning to the table, many clutching their heads.
"The disturbance must be investigated," said Autarch Keramir "Something has manifested into the material realm, from the immaterium or somewhere else, we do not know, or even if this is a person or thing. We must send ships to investigate."
"I agree," said Farseer Irthan "But this thing's arrival reverberated through the Warp. We do not know how the Webway has been damaged by its arrival. We cannot risk webway travel until we know it's safe. I vote we change the course of the Craftworld and make all speed towards the source of the disturbance."
"That will take too long," said Prince Arunion, standing up "Allow me to take my fleet through the Warp. The Geller Field generators we salvaged from our tangle with the Imperium of Man not too long ago. We've modified them with our technology. They should keep us safe, especially with the Warp disrupted as it is by the arrival of this thing."
"Are you sure that is the best option?" asked Autarch Keramir "Warp travel can be dangerous at the best of times."
"Not unless you'd rather one of the other races made contact with whatever this thing is first," said Prince Arunion "If we act fast, it could be an ally. If we're too slow, it could end up becoming an enemy."
"He's right," said Alara "I can shunt us back into the Webway if the Geller Field fails, but if we wait, we might not find an ally, but an enemy."
"I'll leave my Barons behind, they need to learn to cooperate, after last week's incident, I can't trust them in the field," said Arunion "Azara, keep an eye on them for me."
The Succubus nodded.
"I don't think it'll matter what we vote on the matter," said Farseer Irthan "Arunion has already decided his course. I vote to support his plan, and alter our course to go towards the disturbance."
The other Seers and Autarchs on the council cast their votes, and by a very narrow margin, it was agreed they would alter the Craftworld's course for the disturbance.
Before they'd even come to this decision, Arunion had already prepared his ship, and was taking off from the Craftworld. At a safe distance away from the Craftworld, he signalled for Alara to activate the Geller field, as the ship breached the barrier between materium and immaterium, vanishing from the sensors of the Craftworld.