A/N: This is my NaNoWriMo work so I'm updating as I get at least two chapters ahead. Let me know what you think. It may move a bit fast but that's how I write apparently. I'm trying to fix that. Enjoy!

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Synopsis: Dumbledore will do ANYTHING to win the war that is coming. But when it looks like his tool is about to break and the support he had hoped for is nowhere to be found, he devises a plan that shows his real colors. The question is, how far deep does one man's obsession go? And how much will one mistake cost him?

Chapter One

Hidden Lands and Dumbledore's Plot

Albus Dumbledore rubbed his temples in frustration as he went over all the well laid plans he had made since Trelawney had made that prophecy so long ago. The death of Cedric Diggory, while terrible in itself, was really hurting him at the moment when it came to his tool. Dumbledore's said tool in all of this, one young Harry Potter, had taken the boy's death extremely hard and was now severely depressed as he blamed himself for making the boy take the trophy turned portkey with him. Yes, Albus had been attempting to get the boy to want to save everyone, thus making him the sacrifice he needed, but if he got this bad after one death there would be no way for the boy to make it through the upcoming war without committing suicide! And that would completely destroy what he was trying to do for the Greater Good.

And another worrying thing, somehow even after just making a new body for himself, Voldemort had already started quietly amassing an army while keeping his return away from the Ministry, which made Albus's attempts at getting them to believe him harder. Dumbledore knew it was so the monster could build up power but Snape couldn't get himself close enough or trusted enough to find out more. All he found out was he had sent ambassadors all over the world and was calling the darkest of souls to his side. With Voldemort building power like he was, Dumbledore was scrambling to find people who would believe and join his cause. He had already sent individuals to the creatures of their hidden world but so far he had no luck getting one of them to agree to come to their aid. They were too skeptical of his half hearted promises.

"What am I going to do Fawkes?" the old man finally asked the nearby fire bird. "We need an army that will come to our aid should it come to that. Tom's forces will continue to grow larger and stronger while ours remain small and weak."

Fawkes just sang a quick soothing song to the man so he could calm down. Dumbledore sent his faithful companion a sad smile when he suddenly remembered something he had read long ago that may be able to aid them now. Jumping from his comfortable chair behind his desk, the old man raced for his personal library in his quarters (the man was rather quick for his old age surprisingly). Once reaching the old oak book cases he scanned the titles until he found the book that he was looking for.

A well learned scholar decided some hundreds of years ago decided to travel the world when the city he had lived in held nothing more for him to learn. Thus, he traveled across the seas and countries, learning from each culture as he could before continuing his journey. It was in these travels he came across amazing lands, untouched by time and hidden by magic. It was in one of these "Hidden Lands" he had called them, he found there were thousands around the world. Though each place had their own "Lord" they were all ruled by their King who lived in the desert/sea lands called Allamut. The place he had found was called Jabuda, the lands of snow and mountains. The scholar had gotten detailed directions to get to this hidden land and how to get in and the long amazing history of such a place. There were only two copies of this book in existence.

"This is the answer we needed Fawkes!" he declared as he stepped back into the office and showered Fawkes the book to the bird in glee before poring over its text. "With this great kingdom's aid we will most certainly be able to win the war!"

In his great moment of joy he never noticed the fire bird give the book a worried look and flame away. Dumbledore had plots to make and this time he would succeed! He would create a better and perfect world for everyone and his tools were going to keep him famous!

The Forgotten

As Dumbledore began his plotting, a meeting of great magical influence was about to take place somewhere only those gathered knew of. Five hooded beings stood behind five of six waist high pillars in a circle around with different colored stones embedded in the tops and each gave of their own glow. The stones provided the only light in this area giving it an eerie atmosphere. Finally the individual standing behind the onyx pillar broke the silence. "Godric is late," the deep baritone rumbled, his tone worried for his missing companion. "What could be keeping him?"

"Peace Myrdin," the tall woman before the blue stoned pillar sighed and rubbed her temples, dreading another one of the man's sulks or temper tantrums. "The old man must have come up with something new, or changed something once more. Thus, his odd delay."

Myrdin huffed and crossed his arms irritably. "It's not as if I was planning to blast open the doors to save him in some elaborate rescue mission," he muttered sullenly, almost as if the woman had stepped on his favorite toy.

The man standing behind the green stone sneered, the glow oddly reflecting off his teeth. "You are most like him Myrdin. Brash and hot headed. And do not try to deny it Rowena," he snapped when the woman behind the blue stone took a stance to protest.

The individual before the yellow stone shook her head wearily, "Peace to you as well Salazar," the woman scolded before turning to finial person there "Ria? What do you think?"

Before the woman standing behind the white stone could answer a new individual appeared. "We have a problem and yes Helga I'm fine," the new man informed them as he appeared behind the red stone and ignored the other woman's concerned look from behind the yellow stone. "Dumbledore had found a book that will lead him to the Sacred Lands. One of two apparently."

The men and woman around him swore in several languages at that. "How in Creation's name did he find such a book and why was it even created?" Rowena demanded. "What do we need to do to keep the Sacred Lands safe? They pulled away millennia ago for a reason! Dumbledore's going there could destroy everything they stand to protect!"

Godric shook his head slowly. "I don't know. Dumbledore will do anything to win the war he's about to create. He will end up destroying everything on the path that he is on. Including the Sacred and Hidden Lands."

The six fell silent as they mulled over their choices. "Prophecies," Ria finally spoke up with a deep unwilling sigh. She hated the Fates with a passion but it seemed that this was their doing and there was no way they could stop it now. "There is as a prophecy that will unite the Sacred Lands and bring our heir to light once more when darkness is at its strongest and hidden within light, the Sacred Lands and the hidden worlds will once more combine along with what are today considered normal. Things once thought lost will be found once more through two very special royals."

Myrdin's cloaked face turned toward his sister's and you could see his deep frown. "Do you remember this Prophecy sister?" he asked gently.

Ria nodded slowly and closed her eyes to remember better. "Hidden once, forgotten all, now once more answers Magic's call. One marked by lightning, other marked by Blood's stone, neither can do this task alone. Together will lands unite, under Royal's blood and might. Hidden darkness shall attempt their fall, but with faith they will defeat all. Hidden once, forgotten all, hidden no longer and ruled by Magic's call," Ria recited and slowly opened her eyes to look at the group once more.

"So we need to send this prophesy to the Seer in Allamut," Helga sighed. "Rowena can you do it?"

Rowena nodded and her stone began to glow as she focused her power and sent the information to the woman she was looking for. "I just hope this works," Myrdin sighed as he watched the woman work. "If this doesn't work we are in a lot of trouble."

Godric chuckled slightly at that. "You forget, the Princess of Allamut in the city of Corona is very pig headed almost to a fault with Rowena's mind. And that our own heir, once he is freed from all those spells Bumblebee cast on him will be just as bad."

"That will be interesting to see," Salazar drawled with a deep smirk as his mind came up with the scenarios. "Who knows what dynamics those two can come up with. My only fear is her disorder. If she cannot find a way to meld her masks she will be in great danger. The same can be said of the boy. He already teeters on the edge of a blade."

Everyone but Godric and Rowena nodded as Godric made sure Rowena was fine as she finished sending what she needed too. "I need to get back to the old man," he sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Dumbledore get's suspicious if I don't come back after a certain amount of time. He thinks I'm just out for a fly when I disappear. Appearances with this man are starting to get hard to hold. But I'll do my best to look after the boy and girl once they arrive at Hogwarts."

Myrdin put a reassuring hand on the man's shoulder. "Once the Heir of Merlin is revealed once more, we will be able to show ourselves." Godric nodded and his form shifted into that of a phoenix and flamed away. "We should also depart. This must be kept hidden from all." The four others nodded and slowly shifted into various animal forms and slowly vanished from the area. As each individual vanished, the stones that represented them dimmed until there was nothing else in the room area, as it fell into darkness.

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