AN-This story starts after the final battle with the Dark and Will, just so you know. So it's after the Grey King. I'm thinking about switching this story from book crossovers to The Dark is Rising place. maybe more people will read it there. Which reminds me… I should reread them soon again. :)

CHAPTER THREE

Familiar Faces

After just having left the orphanage, Will wandered down the street. He needed to find this mysterious green-eyed boy. The streets of London didn't seem like the place where he should lose his surroundings so he walked towards what he hoped was an indiscreet pub. It looked shabby enough to not be noticed at all by the passer-bys. For some reason he felt a pull in that direction, no, more like a great big push.

As he got closer, he could sense a presence that was not light, but was not fully dark. He was shocked by this feeling since the Dark was banished out of Time. They shouldn't be here, couldn't be here. Unless they did the impossible and defied what he believed. His suspicions concerning the boy grew a little more.

He walked into the "Leaky Cauldron" with a sense of foreboding. It had been a long time since his Old One powers were in use. Actually two years shouldn't seem long for him considering he was immortal, doomed to watch his family and friends die.

Curious about the gothic style the occupants of the place wore, he walked up to the bar. The man looked up from his work behind the counter.

"Would you like something? A Butterbeer perhaps?" The man questioned.

"No thanks." Will had to think fast to act normal. He glanced at the money and it wasn't a currency he knew of. These people were starting to really confuse him, and it's hard to confuse an Old One.

"Okay. Well if you need anything just give me a holler." He then went back to what he was doing.

Will went towards the darkest corner that wasn't taken and sat down in the booth. He closed his eyes as he went into full Old One mode and surveyed the area. The Dark presence he had sensed was still there, but nearer now. Opening his eyes, he looked around at the people.

They wore robes and all carried short sticks which if he looked closer, held more power than he would have originally assumed. They all looked gloomy and there were few in the pub itself. There was a fireplace, where when it turned green, people would come flying out of it. Others would walk into it without a care in the world. Will wondered that if they didn't throw the powder stuff in then they would burn and die. Must be an everyday thing then.

When they weren't walking into the fire they walked out a back door. Will decided that when the next batch came out he would follow and see where they were going.

The next group made his heart clench. It was a family that had at least five siblings with them. They stood out remarkably well considering their flaming red hair. A big family. He sighed. Just like my own. He shook his head. Now was not the time to be dwelling on the past.

Getting up smoothly and trailing them, he found himself in an alley. When he looked at the mother of the clan, she had her stick out and was tapping the bricks on the far side. Amazingly, the bricks moved away and placed themselves in an arch form. The family walked through, bickering amongst themselves.

"I know it was you who put that. That. That potion in my juice!" The youngest female looked furious at her older twin brothers. The oldest sibling who had his hair tied up in a pony tail and a fang in his ear, just chuckled. The girl glared at her traitorous family and walked faster to catch up with her mother.

"We better leave before-"

"Ickle Ginikins sends her famous-"

"Bat Bogey Hex in our direction."

"See you Mum!" They chorused together as they ran into a store by the name of Weasly's Wizarding Wheezes.

Ah, thought Will. So these are Wizards. Hm… wonder why Merriman never told me about them; or maybe he never knew either?

Will decided to wander around in the stores. Now that he had figured out why these people acted so differently, he could try to blend in better. He chose to sit outside at an ice cream shop. Only then did he check his senses again. The presence seemed to be following him. Curious. Now there was more than just the one dark presence. There had to be almost twelve. They were scattered amongst the crowd of people. Seems like a scheme to me.

The ageless teen planned on sitting there people-watching but something unexpected happened. He felt the Dark. Not just the Dark, but the Rider. Impossible! His arch-enemy was here. Standing up abruptly he sharply looked in the direction his senses told him.

Many gun shot sounds fired as lights starting shooting up in the air. Will ducked into the shop he had just been outside. It was utter chaos! He had never seen so many lights; it was blinding and giving him a headache. The lights reminded him of a once misplaced firework inside the Stanton house. Stop thinking about them; they're fine.

The Old One looked around and noticed everybody was trembling. The family with the red hair, minus the twins were there and a couple of others. They were huddled next to the counter of the ice cream parlor. He figured out, after a moment, that he was standing alone in the middle of the store.

As he was about to move to avoid being such an easy target, the door slammed open, and none other than the Rider stood in the doorway. He looked menacingly over at Will, who proudly stood his ground.

"I was wondering when the Watchman would stand his post. How does your trip alone go, Will Stanton?" He called out harshly and smirked at Will while Will looked on impassively. "Oh, has the little Old One lost his tongue? He can't believe I have come back. Yes Watchman! The Dark is back from the edges of Time. The Dark will win again!" He cackled and walked closer as Will still stood strong.

"You never won in the first place. You were banished, meaning you have no right to be here, Rider." He spat the name out, disgusted. This shouldn't be happening, he was supposed to brood and watch everyone die, not watch as the Dark came back and terrorized the world.

"Ah, but your Master didn't listen correctly." He looked smug. "It seems that if one agent of the Light is here then it has to be balanced out. Did the Watchman not catch that? His book of Gramarye isn't all that helpful after all!"

Will's hand shot out from him and pointed at the Rider. He started speaking in the Old Speech rapidly and efficiently. The Rider regarded this coolly and called in a high voice.

"Oh Ally of mine! I have a special treat for you today! Come meet my opposition!" The front wall completely blew up and collapsed. The families hid further in their alcove while Will had to duck for cover. Someone stepped onto the rubble.

"You!" Will hissed. It was Him. The one from the incessant dreams. The one with the red eyes.

"It seems he knows me already." Voldemort hissed like a snake, exactly the way he appeared. "This mere boy defeated you?" He gazed at the Rider.

"You were defeated by a baby. Do not forget who your superiors are." Those cold blue eyes bore into red. "I am immortal, something you can never hope to achieve."

"Fine," Voldemort snapped. "Let's bring your little friend outside where he can meet some of my friends, unless you can't control him?"

Will looked on as he began to back into a corner. He didn't think he could get out of this one. He started to draw on what strength he had so that if need be he would fight. No one would ruin the world he was born to protect.

"Come Will and we will make this quick. Once we are done you can join your Master beyond Time." His smile was a complete fake.

"You know I will never listen to you." As those words passed his lips, he lashed out with his mind. The Rider staggered. "I'm not so little anymore, Rider." He smiled viciously. "I grew fangs." Will lashed out once more and the Rider fell to his knee. When he finally raised his head, he wore a look of total madness. The Dark leader stood up slowly and painfully. Once he stood firmly, the counter attack came.

Will didn't know if he had ever been in so much pain. It was like someone was ripping his mind out and his body reacted violently to it. He finally fell to the floor writhing and squirming, trying to get away from the agony. He went deep into his mind and took a mental breath, preparing himself. I can do this. He pushed most of the pain to the recesses of his mind and got onto his knees. He looked up and grey clashed with blue.

The determination in Will's eyes seemed to make the Rider falter a little. That little moment was enough for Will to push all he had into a mental blow. The impact did more than he thought it would. It graciously shoved the Rider to the floor and knocked out Voldemort and anyone who was around the area. Hopefully, they wouldn't remember that an Old One was there.

A few minutes after the blow, there was a sound by where the door used to be. Will saw two men one had greasy black hair and a hooked nose, while the other was a short, fat, ratty looking man. The greasy haired one whispered to the fat one, and the fat one disappeared with Voldemort, who, disappointedly, seemed to be alive.

Will struggled to his feet and took an offensive position. He would not go down without a fight. He perceived that the Rider was no where to be seen, so he must have gotten away somehow. The man observed him with well concealed awe. Will, not used to this and barely standing up straight, was uncomfortable. Is this an act to get me on their side?

"What the hell do you want?" Will snapped, his patience wearing thin. He needed to recover so if the Dark happened to attack again, he wouldn't be totally unprepared. Gathering what was left of his strength he got ready to go through the doors of Time.

Severus Snape was not one to be talked to with no respect. He was also not one to be awed by someone other than Dumbledore. But this boy had him speechless. He noticed the Weasly's were lying unconscious on the floor next to the owner of the now demolished shop and his family. Snape snapped out of his thinking to decide what to do with this boy. He looked ready to flee soon.

Choosing the only thing he could think of, he stunned him.

Will not reacting as quickly as he should have, couldn't get out of the way. The ominous red light came straight for him, and he put all his power into summoning the doors. But it seemed as though he had no power left.

I am so sorry, Merriman. Will thought. I failed you. And he knew no more.

YAY for another chapter!!! I have a whole spring break to catch up and write some more chapters. Hope to see more than one this upcoming week!!!!

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