Spau was indeed a nice lady, slightly shorter then average with blue eyes and red-brown hair cut short at the shoulders. As Dean went in and glanced her over, he found himself relaxing in the woman's presence. Spau offered the English-African wizard a seat, and Dean nearly drowned in it. Dean liked it. He vowed to find one just like it when he had his own place.

"So, are you the last of your group to come, or are there still others?" she started.

"Seamus and Draco still have to go through, but that's all." Dean answered. Spau nodded acceptance of this answer.

"And you are of another world, yes? Like the young girl with strange gifts told me?"

"If you mean Amber, then yes, I am."

"Very well. Let's get started. I shall start with your aura."

For a seemingly long time, Dean sat in utter silence as the woman stared at him, and seemed to stare through him. He had no idea just what she was seeing, and wondered what it was like to be a Gift Seer. He also wondered what else she would have him do if she was simply starting on his aura.

"Very good. You're a powerful boy, and are connected to ancient magicks long forgotten by both your world and ours. Some slight Reading ability, but not enough to be a true Reader, like the blonde girl with large eyes."

Spau had Dean look over several various things, and asked of him which enchanted objects he felt drawn to. She examined his wand, promptly told him that he was to learn how to get along without it, and did a few various other things. Dean wondered just what all this had to do with anything.

Dean was dismissed after a half-hour, which was the time it took for the others as well, with the knowledge that he had a slight Inner Eye,—as Trelawney had called it—the necessary magic required for learning ancient African magic, and wandless magic, amongst other things.

As he headed out to the others waiting—most of them looking desperate to discuss their talents, but politely curbing the urge until everyone could join—and sent Seamus in, he wondered just what exactly awaited him now.

Make no mistake; Dean was an intelligent young man. He understood that he had just taken a very important first step to a brand new life in a brand new world. For all that he had an Inner Eye, he still couldn't tell the future, and he wondered just what would happen now. And what about after graduation from the Academy?—whatever that was.

And the more pressing questions on Dean's mind; what of the folks back home? Had they noticed us missing yet? Were they worried?

And the biggest one of them all—would they be able to go home? At all?

Dean sighed as he shook his head, attempting to rid it of all the questions. After all, it did no good to worry about that which cannot be changed. And the future was something that defiantly did not bode worrying over—Dean would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it, not sooner or later.

So, he instead turned his attention towards where Draco was coming out of the Seer's house, face thoughtful as he no doubt went over his talents. He eagerly joined in on the conversations about everyone's gifts, trading stories with his best friend, Seamus.

Let the future come. They would meet it in the way they knew best, be that Gryffindor courage, or Slytherin ambition. Or, in the case of Luna, Ravenclaw wit.


The Academy started in about two weeks. Until then, the group lived with Uae and Benu in their house above the inn. Uae took them to the school's Headmaster, a man named Vietu, and explained to him what was going on. He easily accepted this, and after collecting the written records from Spau, helped the group hash out their schedules.

It wasn't hard, although the 9 students had no clue what any of the classes were. The three adults were very helpful, and gave descriptions, which—much to their relief—allowed the students to substitute their names for the names they were more familiar with.

As such, Battle Basics became DADA, Enchanting became Charms, and Medicine and Poison became Potions. These three classes, amongst others, were basic classes. Most of the Gryffindors didn't want to take it—their experience with Potions was less then pleasant thanks to Snape—Draco was looking forward to it, and Amber and Luna really didn't care one way or the other.

On top of these classes, the others had their electives, chosen based on their talents. All of them were taking Transformation—Animagus and the like—while Dean and Luna were enrolled into Reading classes—Divination. Ron, Harry and Hermione had different Elemental classes; Harry had Air and Fire, as did Ron, and Hermione had Water and Earth.

Draco was enrolled into Shadow Arts classes, along with Necromancy. The Gryffindors were wary about both of these classes on the blonde's part, but said nothing. Seamus was enrolled in languages, and Runes. All of them were enrolled in Wandless.

Amber's classes were totally secret, although how that was accomplished when everyone was there and going over it was beyond even her. For the most part, she was content to simply sit and listen to descriptions of the classes, and quietly checked off the ones she wanted on the class list she had been provided. Everyone tried to get a glimpse of her classes, but Amber just simply handed over the paper to Vietu, and smirked at them.

They glared at her, and tried to pry her choices out of her, to no avail. Amber, it appeared, wasn't in Slytherin for nothing. If nothing else, she could keep a secret like none other but a Slytherin. Maybe even like Salazar himself.

Afterwards, a tour of the school followed, as well as a Sorting of sorts. Most students were placed into different dorms, although the classes had people from every dorm in it. Their sorting process was far different from the Hat, though.

For one, they had to stand, and place their hands on top of a globe made of a material the group had never seen before. It looked like it was made of diamonds and emeralds and all matter of precious gems. It was smoothed, rather then faceted, and gleamed black when not in use. This was known as the Stratum Ball, or just the Ball for short.

This time, Harry went first, and was instructed to place his hands at what would be approximately east and west, had the Ball points. Harry wasn't exactly willing, but did as told. He was understandably wary of an object so magically powerful that he could feel it a mile off.

The ball glowed white for a minute, a white so bright that everyone had to turn away or risk being blinded. When they felt it safe to open their eyes again, they found Harry holding an emerald green and sapphire blue globe.

This, apparently, meant that Harry was in the Dravidian dorms. He was joined by most of the Gryffindors. The exceptions being Hermione, who went into Sagaci dorms with Luna and Dean, who went into the Tory dorms. Hermione and Luna made the Ball glow purple and navy blue, while Dean's colors came up as orange and yellow.

Draco's ball came out black and grey, indicating Penumb dorms. Amber went into Aspberg dorms. Her colors were pink and sky blue.

"Well, that's rather interesting. Why the color schemes?" she asked once everyone had been sorted.

"Each House had a noble leader to it, and these leaders were allowed to choose the color schemes and mascot animal for their houses. They are of little importance save in the school sports."

"Much like the Houses should be back home. I mean, really. Quidditch is alright, but do we really need house points?" she muttered in English. The others stared at her, before coloring lightly.

Vietu handed them each a parchment list, and told them to have the books by the time school started up again. It turned out to be their booklists. He then bid them all goodbye, informing them that they would find their rooms at the beginning of term, and lead them out. Uae and Benu took them to tour their new home for heaven only knows how long.

It was planned to get the books next week, and this week would be spent more or less settling in. The group got to know each other better, figuring it wouldn't hurt if they were sharing dorms and rooms, and decided to pretend that Hogwarts didn't happen. They would begin anew.

And they would come out of all this far closer then when they went in.


Two weeks later…

"Welcome back students! I have a few announcements to make before we dive into our food. All beginners please note the rule book on your bedside table. You are to read it and familiarize yourself with its contents, as these are the standard operating procedures here. The next important announcement is that we have 9 transfer students."

The older students began muttering to themselves at this. Vietu cleared his throat loudly and they died instantly.

"Thank you. I would like you to please welcome to Dravidian dorm Harry Potter, Ron and Ginny Weasley, and Seamus Finnegan."

Applause filled the dining hall as the mentioned parties came and joined their new dorm mates.

"Please also welcome Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood into Sagaci dorms, Dean Thomas into Tory dorms, Draco Malfoy into Penumb dorms and, finally, Amber Hawkstar into Aspberg dorms."

More polite applause filled the eating hall as the others also took seats, looking somewhat uncertain. Particularly the last three, as they were on their own.

"Now I would like for you to please make their transition into Academy life as pleasant as possible, as this is more new for them then normal. This is because they have somehow unintentionally managed to cross the borders from their plane into ours. That said, they have no clue how much of anything works here."

Everyone gaped at the new students, who blushed and bowed their heads, before turning back to the Headmaster. Vietu smiled at them.

"Quite. They have been unofficially adopted by Benu and his wife while here in this plane, and will need to adapt to quite a bit. Please be courteous to them and help them out if you see them struggling. I'm sure they'll thank you for it, and who knows, you may make yourself a loyal friend out of the deal."

"With that out of the way, please enjoy the food, and once again, welcome to the Academy, and in the case of our plane travelers, our dimension." Vietu concluded his little welcoming speech and promptly began digging into his own meal, the staff and students following his example gladly.

At the table Hermione and Luna had sat at—the hall was set up to have little groups of about ten or so a table, rather then House tables like at Hogwarts—their tablemates were studying their new peers intently. Luna, being Luna, pretended to ignore the stares, while Hermione shifted uncomfortably.

"What is so fascinating about us?" she finally demanded. The others all looked away, sheepish.

"Sorry, it's just that people have been trying to cross the plane borders for centuries and no one has ever succeeded. You're the first to have actually crossed the borders, even if it was unintentionally." A girl with short mouse colored hair answered.

"Well, it isn't exactly a curse for us, to be truthful. This place is so fascinating! And your language and culture is so different from ours!" Hermione began to ramble, her eyes shining as she went on to describe what she had learned from reading the course books.

Ron and Harry were having their own conversation with their table mates.

"So, what are classes like here?" asked Ron around a mouth full of food. Harry rolled his eyes at his best mate. Ron really had no table manners.

"Well, it depends on the class and the instructor. Take Water elemental classes for example. They're normally very boring to anyone not a Water elemental, because you have to sit around and meditate and stuff. And Battle Basics is really dangerous as you go higher in the levels, because you start learning some really dangerous stuff." A brunette boy answered.

"Some of the stuff you learn in higher level Battle Basics has been used for bad purposes before. A lot of the really famous criminals all used them to torture and kill, as did their followers. But the lower levels learn skills that have no use in a true battle, except maybe for defense." A red headed girl added.

Harry nodded. "Sounds kinda like a class we had back home called Defense Against the Dark Arts. In order to learn the defense, some of the professors would show us the Dark Art in question, and many people use the Dark Arts to kill and torture."

"What is your plane like?" asked a blonde girl of Amber over at her table, looking truly interested. Everyone else leaned in to hear the answer as well.

"Well, we have two different sub classes for the human race, one that is magical and the other is not. The magical race is called the Wizarding race, and the non magical people are called muggles. Then there are the creatures that have human appearances. Vampires and Veela look like normal people, but vampires are really pale and have fangs, and Veela are unnaturally beautiful."

"Really? What other human like races are there in your plane?"

"Well, werewolves are normal humans most of the time, but during the full moon, they turn into blood thirsty wolves, a sort of canine like creature. They can't really control the wolf during the moon, though. And hags are like really ugly old women. Many muggles use it as an insult. And then there are the centaurs that have a human body waist up, but a horse body waist down."

Amber spent the rest of the night describing her home, while Harry and Ron continued asking about the classes and life in their new dimension in general. Hermione, once she had gotten over her eagerness to learn about her new home, happily traded stories about the different planes with her tablemates.

All of them went to bed that night feeling excited about the days to come, even as they missed the family back home more then anything.


On September First, 1995, the Hogwarts Express left at precisely 11 am like was normal. But the air on the train wasn't the normal excited anticipation of the returning students, and excited nervousness of the new first years. No, the air this time was rather depressed and slightly fearful as well.

By now the disappearances of the group of students, particularly Draco and Harry, had been splashed over the face of every magical newspaper for weeks. The search for the missing students, which also included Harry's friends, and several others, was still ongoing but everyone was losing hope more each day.

As the train took off for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the parents all went home or wherever they were headed next and the platform emptied. Soon enough, there was no one on the platform, except a discarded page of an old Daily Prophet.

Therefore, no one was around to witness the strange occurrence that happened on the platform. With a flash of bright multi-colored light, a group of people appeared on the previously empty platform, looking rather disgruntled. They were all young adults, about 20 or 30 something, wearing what looked like some strange sort of armor.

The leader of the group was a young woman with strawberry blonde hair and gleaming blue-grey eyes reminiscent of a cloudy day. Her armor hugged her lithe frame without being skin tight, allowing for easy movement. It was colored dark pink with darker patches of blue.

Sharp eyes took in the platform quickly, a slight widening of the eyes being all the sign she gave at being shocked. She turned to her group.

"Guys, we're home!" she cried, but in a language that no one had heard before. It was a strange language that seemed to be rather guttural, but flowing at the same time.

The others all looked at the woman before quickly taking in the platform for themselves, and recognition flashed in all eight pair of eyes.

"But how…?" asked a man with shoulder length black hair and startling emerald eyes.

"I don't know, but let's not think about it now. We should get to Hogwarts to see what's going on." The woman replied. The others nodded agreement.

"How should we get to Hogwarts?" asked a red-haired woman with sharp brown eyes.

"Well, we could teleport, or follow the tracks in animal form. We could use the Elements to get us there as well. It's up to you, really." The woman answered with a shrug. She frowned as she seemed to realize something.

The next words to come out of her lips were in English. "We need to switch languages, too. Get reused to English again."

"Well, there go our secret conversations." pouted a tall sandy haired man.

"Seamus you prat, have you forgotten that we all have a new language to use for secret plottings?" the woman sounded amused. The man, Seamus, blushed sheepishly.

"Oh yeah."

"Well, how are we getting to Hogwarts?" asked the woman, turning her attention to the rest of the group.

"Elemental powers. We use our Element of choice and meet back up in front of the gates." answered the emerald eyed man. The woman nodded.

"Very well, I shall see you there." And without further ado, she seemed to float off into the air and away. The others followed after her, some seeming to float away themselves, others disappearing into balls made of flame or water and a couple vanishing into a ball made of vines and soil.

And the platform was empty once more.


A group of three adults landed in front of the giant boars that guarded the gates to Hogwarts. It was early evening, and the train would be pulling in any minute now. As they calmly landed on the ground, it seemed to rumble and a ball appeared from underneath the soil. It dispersed shortly, revealing another group member.

It didn't take long before flames danced into being, and the nearby lake began to bubble. Little spheres of water and fire appeared and began floating towards the group, before vanishing, reveling the others. The strange woman smiled at them, and nodded.

"Shall we then? We have much to do before the day ends, and the students shall being arriving shortly."

"Lead the way, and we'll follow." answered a red-headed man with laughing blue eyes.

Inside Hogwarts, the staff was sitting at the staff table, talking about the upcoming new year and the disappearance of the nine students. There was subtle betting going around as to how many first years would go where, and just what exactly the Weasley Twins would pull off, if anything.

When the doors to the Great Hall opened with a creak, everyone whipped around to see who was coming in, as it was still too early for students. Those members of staff that were also members of an underground organization known as the Order of the Phoenix had their wands trained on the nine people standing in the doorway instantly. The rest of the staff hesitantly followed.

"Who are you and what is your business here?" demanded Dumbledore imperiously, standing from his seat and flaring his aura. The group looked perfectly unimpressed.

"We are a team of expert fighters and healers, friends and family all, and dwellers of this place before. Or have you not gotten a close enough look at us to yet recognize us as we do you?" the woman in the lead answered, her cloudy grey eyes holding power.

"Must you stand on ceremony? Honestly, it's not like they're going to care, especially after they realize who we are." Another woman, this one with hard chocolate eyes and wavy brown hair, complained.

The woman in the lead turned to stare at her, smiling impishly. "We've had this conversation before, remember? Only you were trying to convince me to do exactly that. So why change your views?"

All she got in answer was a glare.

The woman turned back around to regard the professors, still standing with wands drawn. She arched an eyebrow, but seemed perfectly unconcerned about the weapons pointed in their direction.

"Allow me to introduce us properly, Albus Dumbledore. My name is Amber Hawkstar, and these are my companions, Harry Potter, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and Dean Thomas. Together, we are known fondly and with hatred as the Lucet Force."

Several teachers dropped their wands, as they all gaped, even Albus. The group sniggered, before one of them, a blonde now identifiable as Draco, tilted his head to the side.

"The students are here." He said simply. "They will be coming through the doors shortly."

"Very well. Shall we head up to wait in your office Albus Dumbledore? You may take care of the feast and calling anyone else you deem necessary to the meeting you will undoubtedly wish to have." Amber's cool voice floated over everyone like a stream.

Albus had barely nodded his agreement before the group seemed to disappear entirely. Before the teachers could react, the doors opened again—when had they been shut?—to admit the second years and above. They all paused uncertainly when faced with the staff, before tentatively taking their seats. Soon, the pounding fist of Hagrid on the entrance doors alerted them all that the first years had arrived.

The school year had begun.


After the feast, which went far too slowly in the opinion of the staff, Albus headed off towards his office, sending Minerva after several various people, most of whom could be found in one place. Severus had the wonderful duty of fetching yet others, particularly the Malfoys and the muggle parents of Dean and Hermione.

He was extremely surprised when he got the "door" of his office, a stone gargoyle, to find the hallway in front of it utterly empty. He did not remember giving his password for his office, so where was the group of missing students? While it was possible to guess the password, surely they would've waited for him before heading in?

He found the students inside his office, lounging in beautifully conjured chairs, having what appeared to be a discussion in language Albus had never heard before in his life, which is saying something considering that he was over 120. Draco seemed to be arguing his point to Seamus and Luna, while Amber made comments here and there.

Hermione looked over at the gaping Headmaster and called out something in the strange language, causing Draco to freeze mid sentence and everyone to turn around and watch the wizard, who made his way to his desk.

Fawkes, Albus noted, had already made himself comfortable in Harry's lap, where the Boy-Who-Lived was absentmindedly stroking his plumage. His soft croons were now all the sound that was being made in the office. If their entrance to the school hadn't been enough proof, this would have been, as Fawkes would not have done that with an imposter.

Albus offered no words or even his customary lemon drops to the group, who watched him with amusement as they waited for the others to show up. He sat behind his desk and tried to regain control of his otherworldly calm, so that at least their guests wouldn't be stunned more then they already would be.

It proved to be a difficult, but not entirely impossible task. He had it back by the time Minerva stormed in, a large group of red-heads, a werewolf, a Grim and various other people on her heels. Severus followed shortly thereafter with a portkey trip with the Thomases and Grangers in tow, just as the Malfoys flooed in.

Every single guardian there gaped at the group that was supposedly their children, even though they didn't look it, mostly because they were all in their 20s and 30s, and their missing children were all only 16 at the best. The group just smirked.

"Hello, Mother, Father. It's a pleasure to see you again." Draco's cultured tones greeted his parents.

"Hi guys, what's been going on around here lately?" Ginny chirped at her family, while Ron waved happily next to her.

"Padfoot, long time no see! And Moony, my favorite elder wolf! I missed you guys!" Harry greeted jovially.

"What—how—why—when—?" spluttered Bill Weasley.

"Ah, that. Yes, well, this is what happens when we find ourselves dimension traveling to the whole 'nother plane on which time passes differently then it does here. We STILL can't figure out how we got there, but why is easy enough, since it allowed us to receive the training needed for the war." Dean said easily.

More gaping. Molly fainted, and Mrs. Finnegan looked ready to do so herself.

"Care to be a little less vague?" questioned Remus Lupin, aka Moony.

"No, not really. But if you insist, I suppose we could." Luna sighed.

"Well, we do. Please, full details?" questioned Charlie Weasley.

"Right, well it all started on summer's day when we were all just doing our thing…"

And so they explained.


After several hours of giving details to their families and teachers, the group decided to call it a night, as it was late and the families had a lot of new information to sort through. They promised to meet them all again promptly after breakfast tomorrow morning, and then vanished in a manner very similar to Apparating, which was supposedly impossible to do within school grounds.

Impossible, but evidently not enough to stop them.

The next morning was a lovely demonstration of their powers for Dumbledore, McGonagall and their various families, while the other teachers and students were busy with classes. The group decided to trust the head and co-head of Hogwarts and their kin with the very sensitive information of what they could and couldn't do.

Needless to say, when the demo was over, the group was again shocked.

Between their new skills in swords and guns and various other weapons, to their new found ability to fight hand-to-hand, and their magical talents, and the very power behind them, this group, while not exactly super-powered per se, was quite the team. Where Harry lacked talent in Reading, Luna and Dean made up for it. Where Draco was the only one with Necromancy talents, so too was Amber the only one with any sort of animal talents, not counting the snake-speech Harry accidentally stole from Voldemort as a baby.

It was enough to make their heads spin. After lunch, Dumbledore called the group to his office, this time without the parents. Only McGonagall was the other attendee of this meeting.

"You summoned, Headmaster?" asked Hermione calmly.

"Yes, for you see, we have a slight problem I was hoping you could fix. It seems that we lack a Defense teacher this year, and I have no idea who to bring into the position that would actually be able to do the job right. After seeing you this morning, would you like to co-teach Defense?"

Minerva stared at him, and he twinkled at her, before turning his attention to the group. They, for their part, were having a conversation in their second native tongue.

"What do you guys think? Shall we?" asked Harry.

"I don't see why not. It'll help the students in case Death Eaters attack them, and it no doubt WILL happen sooner or later." Seamus pointed out.

"Besides, it will be loads of fun! Think of all the payback we could get on the Slytherins for all those years of favoritism from Snape." Ron pointed out.

"And I could get back at the Gryffindors for all those blasted pranks they pulled on us." Draco agreed.

"Not to mention the fun we could have with our year mates, and Fred and George. They try pranking us or using us to get favors, and we'll show them just who we are." Ginny added.

"And who we are no longer. So, do we teach? All in favor say yi."

"Yi!" came the group response.

Amber nodded and turned back to the faintly amused looking Headmaster. "We will teach. Give us the rest of today to plan our classes, and plan to introduce us to the students tomorrow morning at breakfast. Agreed?"

"Of course, Ms. Hawkstar, of course. And Welcome, to the Hogwarts Staff, all of you."

"It promises to be tons of fun." Luna whispered to Dean.

The black boy could only nod his head in eager agreement.


Translations:

Vietu—V-To

Stratum—Strat-um

Dravidian—Dra-va-dian

Sagaci—Sa-ga-c

Tory—is pronounced like the word Tory, used during the American Revolution to describe spies loyal to the Crown

Penumb—P-num

Aspberg—Asp-Berg

Lucet—Lu-set. Latin for Light (at least, if my memory of Latin I classes is still properly intact)

Yi—Yee

Okay, explanation time. I am easily distracted, and somewhat busy as well. From 1-9pm Mon-Fri, I'm working. Sat and Sun I sleep in till at least 2 in the afternoon. Then, I usually get online, read stories, review stories and watch Youtube. This is because there are a lot of good stories out there that I have a tendency to give more of my attention to then my own, and I like watching videos on Youtube, like the videos of Jeff Dunham the comedian Ventriliquist. Then there is my newest quest to write every plotline I've ever had, or nearly every one, particulary in the Danny Phantom genre, and you have one giant mess and seemingly abandoned stories. Rest assured, I will never abandon these stories, but I WILL take forever to update, I can promise you that. I will try to be better, but I cannot say for absolute certainty that I will actually succeed.

Therefore, in honor of my 20th Birthday, yesterday (May 10th), please enjoy my updates that I have promised myself to see to, at least one for practically all my stories. I intend to see this promise through, especially since my work gives you birthday hoildays, giving ME a three-day weekend. If this is not the story you REALLY want to see updated, be paitent, as I will get to the others as I go along. Till then, let this hold you over. And enjoy!!

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