Note: When we last left off in this story, Saint Dane and Lord Voldemort had just agreed to work together to fix Saint Dane's problem. It pretty much stands to reason that the problem will be discussed now, assuming some of you don't already know what the problem is….
Meanwhile…
The Order of the Phoenix had been on their toes ever since the mass breakout at Azkaban, but not move had been made by the Death Eaters.
"They're probably making some sort of plan, mate," Ron had said. "Don't worry about it to much."
But Harry had been worrying. His dreams had abruptly stopped right around when Fred and George gave Umbridge her rude awakening. But then she really brought the ax down on everyone's heads. Anyone who mentioned that day received a week's detention, and Ron and Hermione lost their jobs as prefects.
We have to do something about Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Harry often thought. But how are we going to get past Umbridge?
Saint Dane filled Voldemort in on how things worked in Halla. He explained the different territories, the flumes, and, most essentially…the Travelers. This had especially interested the Dark Lord.
Dark Lord, Saint Dane had thought. Of what, the lizards?
"What is it that you need me for, then? You seem to have enough power to handle any problem. There must be more to this than you say?" Voldemort asked when Saint Dane finished his explanation.
"Indeed, I do possess great abilities, but so do the Travelers, and, whether or not they can use them, therein lies the problem."
"But I was under the impression you'd already defeated this, 'Pendragon' and his followers. You still haven't specified your need for my assistance."
Saint Dane took a deep breath before answering. "Yes, yes, I have…but the boy has the uncanny and quite irritating habit of appearing where he is unwanted. I need you to help me destroy anyplace he could return to."
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying you want to destroy territories so he has nowhere to go back to?"
He nodded.
"And if he should return anyway?"
Saint Dane chuckled. "I don't think he'd be an immediate problem. I don't think he'll be eager to stop me just that soon."
Voldemort hid his feelings well. "And? Why would you think that? Do you have yet another ability that these others cannot manifest?"
"A power of sorts. Do you remember when I remembered those pathetic friends of his and how I manipulated them to my own ends?"
"Dimond and Chetwynde? Yes, I recall. What of them?"
Saint Dane grinned wide. "I know where the flume sent them."
So, how's it so far? Voldemort isn't going to be a useless sack of questions forever. He still has to go back and sort out Harry. And what about them? Think they can get rid of Umbridge? Stay tuned! Or something…whatever you say about books.
