Title: Naturalis Majicka

Pairing: HP/OFC

Timeline: Imaginary Year 6 (technically in-between Years 5 & 6)

Summary: Dumbledore summons four witches and wizards from Australia to visit Hogwart's. But when the Feast begins, the school suddenly becomes aware that not all magic is kept just for witches and wizards. Sometimes, magic is purely natural.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from J.K.Rowling's series and no infringement is intended. I do, however, own the four Australians and anything affiliated with them.

Chapter One- Hill In The Desert

In the middle of the largest island, there sat a grassy hill. Out of place and surrounded by an arid landscape painted red and dotted with bleakly coloured plant life, it shined a light down upon the area. But maybe this was due to the fact that this particular hill was higher then any seen before. It was as high as a mountain but it sloped too gently to be called such. Or perhaps it was due to the castle that sat upon it, with many buildings littered about it. There was a carefree feeling to the place, almost as if the occupants of this grassy hill were protected against all malicious endeavours.

And there, striding up a path towards the castle, was a cloaked figure. He wore a mask to hide his face, laughable when he remembered what his master had told him about the natural occupants of this hill. He strolled, quite casually, up to the door, sparing only a glance to the sleek black cat that blinked at him. he raised a hand, brandishing a wand and rapped sharply on the wooden doors. He stepped back, and took the time to look about himself.

He was distracted by the way the large black cat continued to gaze at him and he finally turned to face it. He was stunned by the piercing purple eyes that stared back at him, unblinking. He raised a shaky hand and pointed the wand at it, opening his mouth to speak, only to be cut off as it bounded towards him.

The large cat snarled as it leapt into the air and he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact that never came. He opened them to see that the cat had disappeared and been replaced by a beautiful woman. She shared the same oddly coloured purple eyes as the cat, but they now swirled with silver as they narrowed in open contempt. Short, uneven, locks of midnight black hair framed a face with flawlessly pale skin that seemed to glow in the soft golden light thrown over them by the sun.

"You and your lot are not welcome here, Death Eater." Her voice was softly lilted, but was laced with so much anger that the cloaked man took a step back.

"My master, the Dark Lord, wishes to meet with the Headmaster of the Terra Australis School of Magic." He looked through his mask and took in the way that her eyes narrowed further and she growled low in her throat.

"For what reason would Voldemort have for interest in this school? Or are you simply a messenger and not privy to any information?"

He ignored the small smirk that tilted her rose-coloured lips. "The Dark Lord keeps his reasons to himself. I will discuss this no further unless I meet with the Headmaster. What I have to say is not for you to hear. Half-breed."

He had expected her to be horrified, angry, scared even. But he had never expected her to laugh. She smiled at him and he watched as she suddenly changed into a large horse, winged and double-horned, larger than any horse he had ever seen. The sun caught on her flanks and he was blinded as it was reflected back by invisible metal. He blinked and she was human once more.

"I'd retract your last statement, Death Eater. Some might take offence."

He watched as she turned on the spot, waving her hand in the air. The large double doors swung inward and she walked inside. He followed, aware of the fact that this was obviously the Grand Hall and the students were eating their lunch. The noise that had so suddenly assaulted his ears, died out as she stepped forward. Her cloak billowed out as she strode up to the platform on which the Professors sat eating merrily. The students followed her angry stride before turning to see who waited at the entrance.

He was uncomfortable with so many eyes on him all at once and he fidgeted with his gloves, making sure that his wand was visible to all. He was well aware that theses were students and probably posed no threat to one such as himself. But those who wore cloaks similar to the woman at the door worried him. the cloaks bore the mark of their kind. And not that which spoke of hybrid blood, but the mark of a pure blood. He shuddered involuntarily and turned his eyes to the platform.

The Headmaster rose from his seat in anger and strode down to the man who waited. "How dare Voldemort send one of his foul followers to my school! You will leave now!" The man's face was purple with anger. The woman and the others like her suddenly stepped forward, magic shimmering around them. "Tell you master that I hope he dies the most painful death imaginable!"

"And perhaps this time, he will stay dead." The purple-eyes woman smiled at him.

"If he knows what's good for him." A golden-eyed man raised his chin slightly.

The masked man raised his wan, his hand only shaking slightly. "Then I am afraid I must do away with you all. I Avada Kedav-- /I ."

The purple-eyed woman raised her hand, a blast of black magic engulfed the man and he was thrown out of the school. "Killing Curses are for the weak."

There in the middle of the largest island, sat a grassy hill. It was out of place amongst the red earth that surrounded it. But the masked man who was thrown threw the air was more out of place then the hill in the red desert. For on this grassy hill sat a school. It was a sanctuary for those who could find no other safe-haven. For here, on this hill in the middle of the largest island, they live.

Here, was where the last of the Wylerians resided.