AN: I hope my last chapter wasn't to fast paced, I'm not used to fitting so much into a chapter.

Disclaimer: I have run out of ways to say 'I don't own Fairly Oddparents'.

Chapter 7: Phylus Devagon

Timmy's body woke up before his mind. He could see the green ceiling of the room but he didn't really register it. His mind was far away spinning through a world of confusion and darkness; there was something it had to remember, something that wasn't there. However hard it looked, what Timmy's mind was searching for was always one step away. Finally it could search no longer, Timmy's mind returned to his body and he sat up. He was surprised to find himself in a large, green four poster bed. He was even more surprised to see a small, pink haired woman, floating just above the bed, looking incredibly worried. As Timmy sat up she smiled and floated down onto a chair by the side of the bed.

"Are you okay Timmy? I was so worried about you, after..."

"Um..." Timmy interrupted, "I don't mean to seem rude, but, who are you?"

The smile fell from the woman's face and she slumped in her seat, looking close to tears.

"I told you he wouldn't remember you." A man in a green cloak entered the room, he had very dark purple hair, but other than that was a man you wouldn't have noticed in a crowd, he stopped and pulled a tape measure from his pocket, holding it against Timmy, "Two millimeters off, I need to update my files."

Wanda floated up to him, "You lied, you told us the mind wipes would only be temporary."

The man smiled, "My dear Wanda, if-" and here he said a word that Timmy remembered but did not understand, "-World ran on honesty and trust, we would be unable to light a small room. No we are all untrustworthy, lying egomaniacs; myself especially. You are unable to trust any of us further than you can throw us. In fact the only difference between us and the Anti-" (that word again) "Is that we come in colours other than blue." He stood up, "Now if you will excuse me, I have files to edit."

... ...

Hamlet Green walked through the rows and rows of concrete barricades that now filled Fairy World. Every building had been converted both magically and physically into a bunker, guns and magic blasters had been mounted on every roof and the streets had been filled with barbed wire. Green reached the rainbow bridge and looked out at the mass of troops who had returned. Looking down the bridge now led nowhere, it simply ended in the void of space; the planet Earth was gone. He sighed, they had to retract the bridge; he looked over at Jorgen, who was looking very happy, his wand raised over his head, he loved destroying the bridge.

"Jorgen," Hamlet spoke even slower than usual, "We are not destroying the bridge, the last time you did that it cost us 4% of our annual budget, simply hit the retract button next to you." Jorgen stopped smiling, he sighed and smashed the large red button next to him.

Hamlet Green turned back to the heads of staff that had been following him, "Someone contact the wiccan council, I want to know why they saw fit to destroy the Earth."

Emanuel Croften-Dawn stepped forward, raising his wand he created a huge screen, "I have already contacted them Hamlet." The blindfolded man on the screen smiled at the head of Defense.

"Ah, Mr Green. You wanted to talk to me?"

Hamlet frowned, "Yes, I want to know how you justify destroying a planet of sentient creatures?"

"Quite simple, they are a guilty species. The First World War, the Second World War. Humans are termites who only exist to fight and kill. I simply passed divine judgment."

"However, the laws of our society forbid destruction of planets."

"The laws of your species are to small to apply to wiccans. Justice can only exist among equals, therefore we must be allowed to operate under our own parameters. It is Fairy World's fault that the wiccan criminals escaped. We request passage to come and find them."

Hamlet Green shook his head, the wiccan councilor spoke almost as slowly as he did, he felt that he had much more time to think but they were too direct and rash, "We will not be giving you access to our dimension. Your species are harsh and have no respect for creatures with short lifespans, you forget that your bodies are based on humans, without humans you would still be shapeless clouds of gas floating around your universe."

The wiccan on the screens face contorted, when his voice finally came it was a whisper of fury, "Do not compare me to those insects, fairy, I am a wiccan. I will outlive you and all your subjects. If you attempt to stop wiccan troops we will use force."

Hamlet turned away, "Goodbye wiccan. For such large creatures, your are truly near sighted and narrow minded."

The screen disappeared, leaving the Fairy councilor to look out as rifts opened in the sky infront of him.

... ...

Phylus Devagon looked through his files for the Fairywood prison blueprints. He was nothing if not thorough; he had gone through this file a hundred times removing every possible method of escape he could think of, making sure that the prison would have no way out. There was even rumour that Phylus was obsessed with his files, and could create a document so complete that not even Fairy Mason could take it apart. He raised his pen from the file and surveyed it again, everything was in order. He smiled slipping a file from his cloak and onto the table, he had managed to sneak Cosmo Cosma's file past security easily; after all it was hardly an emergency that Cosmo's file had gone missing. Only he would notice anyway as only he knew the filing system back to front. He flicked through it selecting a page, laughed harshly, before rising and heading out of the door, it was time to talk to Mrs. Cosma.

... ...

Wanda collapsed in her chair once again, she had tried everything to try and restore Timmy's memory, short of magic, which could be very dangerous. She was almost in tears, it wasn't just her lack of success that upset her; it was the way Timmy looked at her, sympathetically, curiously, but without any type recognition. She heard sobbing, looking down at Poof in her arms she saw his lip was trembling; he could tell his mother was upset and that in turn upset him. Wanda gave a forced smile, "Don't worry sweetie. It'll all be okay. Mommy's here."

As Poof's crying stopped, Timmy finally spoke again, "It's Wanda isn't it? You seem to think you know me... I don't remember you..." He put a hand to his head and winced, "It's all kind of fuzzy. So, let's assume your right, who are you, I mean to me?"

Wanda was startled, she'd met several mind wiped children before, but usually they had been completely definite in the life they thought they'd had. She'd never known one to be so direct, "Well, I... I mean Cosmo, my husband, and I were your, well... your godparents."

Timmy nodded, "That explains why I've never met you, but still that word you keep saying, why don't I understand it."

Wanda looked confused for a second, then realization dawned on her, he meant 'fairy'. If memory erasers were used at high power they could wipe even the most basic things, like the meanings of words, from the mind. She frowned, memory erasers shouldn't be that powerful.

"Well, this might help." She raised a leaflet, usually used to explain fairy godparents to godchildren, from her pocket and passed it to Timmy. He flicked through it quickly, mumbling to himself and nodding occasionally. When he had finished he looked back up at Wanda, "That makes sense, in fact it explains a lot." He smiled, "Fairies, yes that explains the wings and that floaty-crowny thing."

Wanda's mouth almost fell open in surprise, "You're very quick to dismiss everything you know."

"That's because he doesn't know anything." Wanda turned round to see Phylus towering over her. He pulled a chair up and sat himself down next to Timmy's bed. "The average memory eraser works by completely erasing the memory and then rebuilding as the subject comes into contact with familiar, non magical things, around them. As the Earth was destroyed shortly after young Turner was processed, and so as far as Timmy is concerned he rolled a magic 8-ball across the floor, there was a flash of violet light and..." He spread his arms wide, "He woke up here."

He smiled down at Wanda, "I could do with some help with something Mrs. Cosma. I am planning to send negotiators into the Wiccan Realms, we will fail to persuade them of course; the wiccans see fairies as a threat to their supremacy. However they don't consider humans threatening, if young Turner was to travel there he might, might, be able to persuade them to restore the Earth... and to submit to fairy laws."

Wanda felt anger bubbling up inside her, she couldn't contain it, "You can't ask him to do that!" She sped up into Phylus's face, "The wiccan realms are dangerous, you can't just get a child with no idea what's going on to go and do your job for you! How do we know they'd even be able to restore the Earth."

Phylus's smile widened, "They will. Wiccans can only manifest a fraction of their power in our universe, therefore the power it took to destroy the Earth was about..." He raised a clipboard, "0.1% of one wiccan's full power, that wiccan could restore the Earth with a click of their fingers."

Phylus's calm mood just made Wanda feel even more annoyed, "Well why should we help you."

Phylus laughed, he threw a huge file down on the Timmy's bed, "That, is your husbands file. Even if he's found innocent of casting spell 2519, all of this will come out in trial; Atlantis will press charges, as will the Fairy council; he will get at least 100 years in prison. On top of this Timmy will never get to go home, I could restore his memory." He drew a short fat wand, shaped like a ballpoint from his sleeve, and gave it a flourish, "But," He faked a look of innocence, "I'm hardly qualified, it would be dangerous."

"But..." Wanda felt ready to kill him, if only magic worked in council buildings.

Phylus interrupted, "And the wiccan Druid will remain at large." He stopped watching Wanda's astonished face, "What? You thought he was dead?" He laughed again, "You should no, wiccans are not solid, their bodies are merely containers. No, wiccans are gaseous creatures, they simply use imitation bodies to do physical tasks. Druid would have escaped the minute you wounded him."

Wanda raised her hand, she was beginning to feel like a child, back in school, listening to a lesson she didn't fully understand. Phylus waved her down, "Finally, you remember Druid's psychic powers, they can hypnotize people to see what they want. I think I have one final reason therefore for you to help me." He raised his wand and it glittered slightly, "Look down."

Wanda slowly looked down and gasped, tears fell from her eyes as she looked at her empty hands. For a second see couldn't work out why she was this sad, this terrified. Then it hit her, Poof was gone. Her son had gone and she hadn't even noticed.