Ahh...Cazzy! I swear you read my mind! But then again it's really no surprise Lots of charcters are really well used...lol

Oh and I really loved your guy's reviews! I feel so lurved. So I decided to start on the second chappie right away.

Oh I just wanted to spoil one thing though...their will be approximately...2 students from each house in Harry's year that will be in Albus's little group.

Plus one extra who isn't a student.

And they will all have a marking on their body that represents their half of the element. And I'm not talking earth, air, fire, water either. Nope. Not those ones. I'm talking about another beginning of time, might be considered an element, element. So if you don't like it, you can kiss my $$. lol. I'm kidding. I swear.

Anyways onwards everything will be explained in due time.

Disclaimer:I own the characters! I own the Characters! Mwahahaha there all mine! ...*cough* *cough* Excuse me for a second while I Gag Silas for a second. ...Now I, Silas # 2, am not making any kind of profit and I speak as well for Silas # 1. She forgot to take her meds..again...She's crazy don't mind her.

Warning: Slight mention of attempted suicide.

Chapter 2: Something Wicked

"...essor? ...Professor Snape? "

"unn...What...? " Severus mumbled groggily as he began to sit up. Turning towards the voice that had woken him up he placed a sneer on his face.

"Mr. Filch, pray tell what are you doing in my quarters and why on earth have you woken me up?"

Filch looked around himself and a slight smile appeared on his lips, "Well, Professor, I woke you up because you were asleep on the floor."

"Where I wish to sleep in my quarters is my own concern!" Severus replied. Why hasn't this idiot left my quarters yet?

"But Professor," Filch began, " you're in the hallway. Not your quarters."

Severus finally looked around him, taking in the walls adorned with pictures, whose occupants were trying, quite unsuccessfully, to remain unnoticed in their spying, the statues, who were quietly chuckling and finally the door leading to classrooms.

What am I doing here, on the floor sleeping...? ran through Severus's mind. Confusion, prominent in his features for a split second, before smoothing over leaving nothing for anyone to see.

Quickly becoming aware of his position on the floor Severus stood up, and looked at the classroom door he was leaning up against.

Something happened here... Severus leaned towards the door, touching it with his had. It didn't feel any different from the other doors, and it opened to reveal an ordinary room just like every classroom in Hogwarts, a standard one that is, and yet there was something wrong.

He just knew it, but what it was he couldn't grasp.

"Professor, are you all-right?" Filch asked as he watched Severus tentatively touch the door. Potion fumes must finally be getting to him. he mused to himself.

"Yes." Severus replied drawing out of his thoughts and pulling himself up to his usual composure. "Yes...I must be on my way now. Good night Mr. Filch." Turning back around he sauntered out of the corridor and down the staircase to his rooms.

Entering his private office he pulled out a tumble and a bottle of fire whiskey 64', a good year, finely aged, and hopefully strong enough to put him in a dreamless deep sleep, but first he had some planning to do.

Tomorrow morning he would scout the school's student population. Watch them. There was something going on, something very sinister and he could feel it.

A sharp pain coursed through his head as that feeling re-emerged, gently setting his drink down, he shakily stood up and stumbled to bed, flopping down he pressed he forehead into the cool sheets easing some of the pain.

Settling into bed the pain eased up, slightly, as he began to doze off.

Just getting to the brink of unconsciousness a lone thought refused to die and Severus sat up and stared at his long tapered callused hands his brow crinkled in thought.

Something wasn't right.

There was something he was supposed to do...

Something to do with that feeling.

An echo fluttered across his mind, just out of reach.

Just what was going on?

That night as Severus laid awake pondering the shadowy events happening in Hogwarts, 8 students all turned over in their sleep, frowns of pain marring their otherwise rest-full faces, as their individual marks began to glow a hellish red.

Phants of breath spewed through tense lips and clenched teeth as the pain got steadily worse and each of their marks grew twice the size it was before.

Stoping as soon as it started, the marks quit glowing and the pain went away, leaving behind no evidence aside from the marks growth, and the 8 students continued sleeping peacefully.

Albus stood at the window of his tower facing out towards the Forbidden forest and the lake, watching as the giant squid lazily float upon the water, as plan, plots, and secrets ran amok in his head.

This would not be the first time he had stayed up all night thinking about his 8 students.

Two from each house, all as different as night and day and yet all connected by a single purpose, goal...mark.

A mark they were born with.

A mark that enslaved them to a much higher purpose. To a much older and more powerful magick.

Albus sighed and went to sit behind his desk, to once again gaze into the crystal ball.

Placing both hands upon the table he centered himself and got lost in the swirling smoke.

There they were. All 8 of them. Some of them so unexpected that if he hadn't seen the mark on them he would be tempted to say they were just ordinary kids.

All of them were unexpected really. But all were perfect for their duty and power. It suited them the best, if you took the time to actually research the marks and what came along with them, then you would agree.

There was Draco and Pansy, from Slytherin, Harry and Hermione from Gryffindor, Terry Boot and Mandy Brocklehurst from Ravenclaw, and Hannah Abbot and Ernie McMillian from Hufflepuff.

Each found at different times, but all bearing the same mark.

Albus thought back to when he had found the marks.

Harry was the first. It was right at the end of his first year when he was lying on the bed in the Hospital wing, having just beaten Pro. Quirrel and had his second encounter with Voldemort, that Poppy had informed him of the strange mark. She was unable to get any information out of Harry because he himself knew nothing about it, stating that he's had it for as long as he can remember.

Draco, Hermione, and Ernie were found during their second year. Draco when he broke his arm and Hermione and Ernie when they were petrified. All said the same thing as Harry. They had had it as long as they could remember and they knew nothing about it. Their parents often wondered about it but they just thought they were odd birthmarks.

Hannah and Pansy were found during their 3rd year. Hannah had a potions accident and Pansy got singed by a blast-ended skrewt. Their stories were the same as all the others.

And finally the final two, Terry Boot and Mandy Brocklehurst. Terry was the unfortunate soul to cross Miss. Ginerva Weasly and her Bat-Boogey Hex. Mandy,...Mandy jumped from the Astronomy tower in an attempt to commit suicide, and was brought to the hospital wing and sedated while Poppy did a scan. He was again alerted when poppy found the mark on her.

Albus grinned at the thought of Mandy now. She was happy and away from her family and she now had a new family consisting of all 8 of them.

Coming out of his memories, Albus went over to his book case and pulled out an extremely old and heavy text.

On the cover of the book was the mark the children all bore. Blowing off the dust he stared at the tome.

The mark on the book had began to glow sometime at around one this morning and had awoken him up from an uneasy sleep.

Opening the book up Albus began flipping through the book, gently of course, before stopping on an unfamiliar page.

His brows crinkled in confusion. "I'm quite positive this page hasn't been here before."

Staring the the top of the page Albus began to read.

Khaos is the field that underlies all things which exist. In the beginning there was Khaos, and from Khaos there stemmed creation, imagination, order. From Khaos does creation rise, to be formed by other forces. The Greeks called this the Cornocopia; a twisted tube within which is nothingness, but from the mouth of which spews all manner of things.

As order became more powerful Khaos became 'the self'. The thing that creates us as we are, who we are and what we are. So intern it became 'us' living on through our 'creativity' by influence, dreams and imagination.

Throughout the years, Khaos has become selective of its progenaters. Skillfully selecting those who possesse the 'right' traits and aspects to carry on Khaos.

Only choosing 9 at a time, Khaos lives on through them, endowing its prodigy with untold power.

However, the ...

...

Albus placed the book down and ran his hands down his face unable to read further due to the page being unfinished.

...

So...there were 9 of them.

He only had 8.

Who was the 9th?

Turning back to the window Albus watched the first of the red rays of dawn flow across the forest illuminating everything in it's light.

There was one left.

"Where are you?" Albus whispered to the trees and grounds below him.

Turning away from the window he got ready for another day. Tonight though, his kids and him were going to have a meeting.

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AN: Ahhh it's finished! Finally. Benn typing and searching, and deleting...finally this chapter is done...

So will you be dears and review? PLEASE! lol.

Anyways i just wanted to say thank you to all of the hits and reviews and alerts and fav stries i got. You guys made me soooo happy. (T_T)

Wello thank you all for reading this chapter. I hope I have made it sufficiently longer and please excuse the misspellings...My brain has literally been fried with this college spanish coarse. I swear I'm a German speaking student who was stuck in a spanish class where the teacher did nothing and I had to read the book with other students who have had spanish in the past.

Geeze...

They seriously need to get a new teacher for that course.

Oh and we had two spanish speaking people in the school who were better qualified than that butt.

Okay I'm done ranting. I swear.