Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the series belongs to J.K. Rowling.


Edited: 12 November 2011 - Same goes, I edited and added somethings. Oh and it was Nevada not New Mexico, I always get those two confused. Rosewell was New Mexico, 51 was Nevada, lol. And just case anyone is wondering the song is called Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden which is not mine either.


Chapter 1: Dead Man's Island / Area 51, Nevada

07 March 1995

Dear Michael-Danté Walker, Dean of the Magical Institute for the Gifted and Talented:

We are pleased to invite you and your institute to participate in the Triwizard Tournament now called the Quad-Wizard Tournament. Your institute although very young has promise that we hope to see in your upcoming graduates and in coming students. We are aware that your curriculum is a lot stricter and less tolerant then the Salem's Witch Academy or the Texas Magical Institute therefore we are making an exception with our new added rule. The Quad-Wizard Tournament will be hosted by the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please have a reply sent by no later then July 21st. We hope to see you and your students in the competition on the start of the 31st of October 1996.

Sincerely,

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge &

The Departments of International Magical Cooperation, and Magical Games and Sports

Gloved hands set the archaic looking letter on a red wood desk, their British counterpartsstill wrote on parchment it would seem, it was nice to know that. He stopped writing in parchment the moment the type-writer was invented. Red eyes glanced at the paper shredder, would it get stuck in there?

"Hem", red eyes looked up to the noise that interrupted his musings.

"If I may be so bold as to speak," the man nodded, red eyes filled with amusement, "isn't this a good thing Master Walker?" A slightly accented African woman dressed in a maids outfit stood standing rod straight with a silver tray asked curiously. The tray held a club sandwich with a cup of steaming black coffee.

"It would be if their intentions were innocent Alice. I am a very old man; your family has been serving me for centuries so you would understand when I say that they are just pussy footing around to get me to come back. Especially that incompetent fool Fudge he wants me to return back to them so he would look good or for some odd political reason. He knows that the Walker name is very old and powerful, the Walker family left when America was still but a colony. Many ministers before have attempted this as well but this well…." he arched a pale brow when she looked like she was about to speak up. "You may speak oh bold one."

"It would be great way to get your school to be recognized by the Europeans, you have already gotten Indochina, Japan, Africa, South America and Canada to recognize your institute. Master Walker should go," she picked up four tickets and handed them to her master, "they have given you an invitation to their World Cup as well. Make him a fool."

"They are all fools; this school isn't as young as they think it is." He pulled one ticket out before handing them back to her, "An immortal like me should have more fun, don't you think Alice. Alright I will go."

Alice bowed before walking away with the tray in hand, a small smile spread across her slender face. "And Ms. Butler, do mail these two tickets to Alma and Danny. Keep the third ticket, after all what would I do without my precious maid. Be sure to write the letter responding back in acceptance to their invitation."

Alma, I wonder if you would oppose paying your homeland a little visit. I'm sure they will be getting an unexpected surprise.

Michael stared at the retreating back of his maid before he leaned back on his chair and stared at the white ceiling,the albino had nothing to do now. Something that he hated with a passion, he detested wasting time. As an immortal you would think time isn't much of an issue, but to Michael wasting time was wasting space. He liked everything to be done in an orderly and precise fashion. His red eyes narrowed there was a new set of students coming in, another batch of snot nosed sniveling little brats. Unlike the other boarding schools, his beginning students ranged from ages five to eight, the younger the better to break and mold into his way of thinking. It was a dog eat dog world out there, no student his school grounds will be weak and pathetic. Those other fucking schools both non-magical and magical babied their students too much, made them weak—especially the magical side. At least the Japanese are smart enough to implement education needed to get around the world and embrace the overpopulated non-magical side of the world.

What the fuck is so important to know how to charm your room into self cleaning itself that only makes people lazy and inefficient.

He sighed before leaning forward to start his lunch and blinked at the empty desk; she took his meal with her.


23 December 1995

"Hey Alma wanna go to the movies con migo?"

"No."

"Oh com'on," the girl whined at the unmoving green eyed teen, she went so far as to shove his left shoulder repeatedly in emphasis as he watched a rerun of Doug. He constantly got confused by the main character's actions which he usually ended up having to ask his roommate rather unorthodox questions that really weren't hard to answer but were difficult for him to understand, it seemed like a total paradox to Alma. It was worst when he would watch Ren & Stimpy but for some odd unreasonable reason he understood Rugrats. Alma had a small obsession with cartoons these days ever since he turned on the TV out of boredom on one early Saturday morning. "Te prometo, I won't ruin the movie experience for you this time," she pleaded with him.

Alma frowned, for a moment the girl thought he was going to ask another weird question about the cartoon he was currently watching but she noticed they were giving a commercial, he shut off the television before looking at her, "The last time you said that I had sit next to two sniveling women while watching Forrest Gump

"Hey! I was sitting right next you!" She interrupted with an indignant look on her face.

"You had a small argument that escalated to us getting kicked of the movie theatre because the person didn't quite agree with you on the Shawshank Redemption." He continued on like he hadn't been interrupted in the first place.

"He was talking shit!" She argued.

"And you clung onto my arm to the point that you cut off the blood circulation of right arm and you wouldn't even look at Leprechaun for a whole week without fearing for your life."

"Oh you are just full complaints aren't you," she said with narrowed eyes, he rarely spoke and when he did they short answers. But the times where he did speak a little more then usual they were usually not very kind words.

"They aren't complaints, they are facts." He stated bluntly. "Therefore your request is denied."

The girl huffed while Alma just turned the television back on to watch an episode of Rugrats but commercials were still running. One in particular was the Balto movie that just recently came out, "I hate living with your boring ass during the breaks." She muttered missing the strange glint in Alma's eyes as he watched the commercial.

"Don't you have a job to get to?" Alma asked as the cartoon he was waiting just started.

"Nope."

"Got fired again?"

"No, just a day off."

Alma sighed, shoving untamable raven hair back. Adjusting his round glasses he stood up, shut off the television and glared at the annoying Native American Mexican. Daniela "Danny" FightingBear (it was actually something else but for the sake of comprehension for other students she translated it to closest English version much to her father's ire) glared right back at him not moving from her seated position on the couch. Her tall slightly pudgy frame made her look imposing when standing at full height but right now just looked amusing in her chocolate stained baking apron. "You're annoying, let's go."

She smiled as she removed her apron, "You insult me but in the end you bend to my will. Ah ha ha, my mystical Indian powers have forced you to submit only to me." She ended the tirade with her hand on her hips.

He raised a brow at her as she deflated when he was unmoved by her actions. She sighed and just grabbed a sweater, "Were watching Balto." Alma muttered as he grabbed key card before heading to the door, the cinema was only a few blocks away.

Figures he'll pick the animated movie, she thought.

Danny and Alma have known each other for a very long time. She was around eight when she first met Alma back then he was just a nameless picked up street rat. She had been the first befriend the quiet barely nine year old little boy. Dean Walker had told her that he was going to be her new partner. He didn't have a home so he stayed in school during the breaks nor did he speak. She always thought he was a mute until one day he muttered he didn't have a name when she started to cry because he wasn't responding in any way to her questions. During that time she had been going through a short obsession with the Spanish language, an obsession that she still has to this day which has resulted into her speaking Spanglish on occasional times. Hence the name Alma; his last name, Winters, was given do to them meeting during winter. After that they were practically joined at the hip and still are even if he is a dick half of the time. Alma never understands the simple things; he sometimes seemed so doll like it was disturbing but most of the time he cold harsh and to the point. They were complete opposites down to the gender!

Danny was a happy cheerful girl who had a bit of temper when pushed with deep insecurities that she hides behind with anger or a slight bit of craziness. She had all the characteristics of a Native American, a carbon copy of her father, she knew next to nothing about her mother. She just had her namesake. Danny was what one would call wild, rambunctious and a bit rude at times while Alma was calm, quiet and reserved with a cold outlook on everyone and everything around him. He had no parents or parent to compare to; he was a clean freak which has wanned down somewhat throughout the years. He was pale with a slight English accent and was obsessed with tracking down the owner of a black bag he carries with him all the time.

"So," Danny drawled out the word which earned her an annoyed glance. "Are you excited about the World Cup?" She asked as they walked out of the cinema. She ruined it for him again.

"No."

"You're always so short with me," she whined.

Alma didn't even bother looking at her as he said with a near monotone voice, "That's not exactly true, I just don't like using unnecessary words when a simple gesture or one worded answer can suffice. If you weren't so emotional and riddled with complicated simple mindlessness then I wouldn't use such long winded words just for you to understand my answers."

It was quiet for awhile, their footsteps only filling in their silence. Danny was walking behind him, had he said something?

That's not a nice thing to say Alma.

Alma stopped walking altogether which would almost have had Danny walking into him had she not been paying attention. "Al-ahh!" She just about jumped a foot when the wails of the LA police cars zoomed right past her and almost causing her to fall flat on her face as well had Alma not grabbed her arm so hard she was sure she'd have bruises the next day and yanked her up to steady her.

From the corner of Alma's eye he noticed her rubbing the arm he had grabbed to keep her from falling. Common decency, Alice called it chivalry. He didn't like that term though as it usually indicated nowadays that he had romantic feelings for her. He didn't, he tolerated her but having her upset would cause problems and leave him annoyed and without answers to his apparently "weird" questions.

"Tomorrow we're going back to school," Danny started.

"Is there a point to where this is going?"

"Nope," she chirped as moved up to his side, "Just trying to fill the awkward silence."

"There's the apartment. Keys," he held his palm for the key to get inside the gate.

"I thought you had the keys. Di-did you lose the keys Alma?" Maybe she had the keys since he asked for them.

"Don't be dense. I put them inside your purse, as I grew weary of carrying them for you," Danny began to rummage through her obnoxiously big purse as Alma said this and just stared straight ahead until he heard the jingle of the keys. "Now open the door."

"Asshole," she violently shoved the key and opened the door with a bang alarming the people inside. She took out the key card and stomped up the stairs since the elevator as not available and did not feel like waiting. "Ya could have fucking told you damn inconsiderate asshole but nooo! Not only that you insult me on the way home too. I'm not stupid you know. I know when I'm being insulted. Fucking Bastard!" She ranted as she reached her floor.

When she reached her door, Danny's hand that held hovering bovver the doorknob when she realized what she said and gasped, "I'm so-" The sound of the ding had her turning around were the elevator was, and there was Alma stepping out of it. "Por la gran...," she practically growled between her teeth, she had been talking to herself this whole time.

Alma blinked at Danny who slammed the door open leaving it wide open, there was another sound of a door being abused. He shrugged and silently closed the door behind him as he entered the house and locked it. Instead of going directly to his room like he normally would have when she had fit, Alma grabbed a book from the shelves not even bothering to look at the title and sat down by her door ignoring the tears coming from behind the closed door. The next day she wouldn't be angry but after talking to Alice about these moments she had said he needed to talk her about her feeling or sit next to her door, to let her know that he does care or some other nonsense. He eventually fell into an exhausted sleep.

"…not Harrynot my HarryAlmaAlmaWake the fuck up ALMA!"

He touched his stinging cheek from where Danny had slapped him. "You're such weirdo sometimes. Hurry we need to leave where running late! You're driving," the door slammed behind her. He snapped out of his trance forgetting anything about the dream. He has always had those dreams about a woman screaming about someone named Harry though they were rare now. As rare as they were, that dream always left him feeling strange. He grabbed the keys locking the apartment behind him and ran to the parking lot; Danny was already waiting impatiently by her side tapping her foot.

"Good thing we packed the night before huh?" She said as they got inside the 1987 Black Honda.

"Buckle up," he muttered. Danny immediately moved to switch on the radio and began to lip sing to words of the song the moment she recognized the beat.

Boiling heat, summer stench

'Neath the black the sky looks dead

Call my name through the cream

And I'll hear you scream again

Alma ignored her, even when she reached the chorus and began pointing at him while holding onto an imaginary microphone. It was going to be a long two day drive. By the time they reached where they were supposed to go, Danny had already exhausted the radio station, had many short lived conversations with Alma, and attempted to play "I spy" with Alma only to be shot down to a whole knew level.

With a final huff Danny shut off the radio once again while muttering that she was "tired of music."

"We're here."

"Finally! I thought I was gonna go crazy!" She jumped out of the car stretching. An ancient gas station slash car repair shop faced them, an old man stood up from his chair he had been reclining on and approached them. He had dark brown almost black eyes. His face brown and withered down from the tough hot winds of the desert, his hair was greying stingy and dirty. He had strong odor of oil and sweat. Danny didn't even try to hide her face scrunching disgust.

"Ne'vr seen you young folk aroun' h're befor'," he started stretching out the 'o' in folk too much, "Wan' me ter fill'er up, we're yall heading anywayz?"

"No Man's Land," Danny said bluntly.

"Ne'vr he'rd of dat aroun' deez parts, is it sum new place dem city folk be buildin'?"

"Where headed to Dead Man's Land, around 51," Alma corrected while giving Danny an irritate look, she just shrugged while mouthing 'my bad'.

"You two were cutting it close." The old man replied with an accented feminine voice as his body shape began to morph and change. His withered brown face turned darker smaller, younger. The body shape and height changed becoming smaller, more feminine but with barely there curves. His stringy grey hair and dark brown eyes being the last to go turning into short dark hair framing her chin with golden eyes, "Master Walker suspected there were at least nine late comers, you two were the last arrive, please follow me." The woman looked quite small in a mechanics' jumper.

"Never seen you in anything but that black and white French maid outfit Ali, did Dean Walker finally stop being a closet perv," Danny looked around as she was led around the back. There were three cars piled on top one another, a further ways down was completely stripped down car, and next to it was a car with its hood open revealing an ancient motor. Everything had a healthy layer of dust.

"Master Walker has done anything that would be deemed perverse missus," she stopped walking. In front of them was an old bathroom door that had the sign out of order hanging by a rusted nail which was also covered in dust, "Please step inside."

"This is disgusting," Danny complained as she got inside the dingy bathroom that had the most foul odor that had thanking whatever deity that came into her mind that she had not eaten anything for lunch yet.

"Danny…"

"Yes."

"Be quiet," Alma snapped at her.

"Ass."

The bathroom was small barely having enough room for two let alone three. There was a silver key pad next to the door. Alice pressed a seven digit code and stepped back. The floor slightly shook before descending down then taking a sharp turn at a high speed causing Danny to lose balance and to almost fall in the dirty toilet only to be caught by Alice then thrown on the dirty floor after another turn. Alma fell backwards and slammed his head and back against the wall and slid down on to his ass. There was a loud ding then door opened, somehow throughout the whole fiasco Alice still managed to stay standing. Danny ran out the door gasping for air. Alma followed her without making too much of a scene.

"Had a nice ride," Dean Walker approached them with a smile on his face. He was dressed in all black business suit his Stacy Adams reflecting off the fluorescent light. "Welcome back, my students to Area 51."

"Think imma throw up," Danny face paled then ran to the nearest conveniently placed trash can to expel her breakfast. Alma stared at her back as her shoulders quaked. Green eyes blinked behind his geeky glasses then turned to the Dean. He was taking out a cigarette and putting it between his lips when he noticed Alma staring he just winked at him. His red eyes revealed nothing.


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A/N:Just in case you were wondering the letter was sent a year in advance so the schools could have time re-adjust their school year plans for the upcoming event.