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AN: Here is chapter 8. Review and tell me what you think

Chapter 8: Where are you hiding.

It had been months since Hermione had accepted apprenticeship under Harry Potter aka Lord Umbra, and she was tired. Her days were spent researching and learning everything from hand to hand combat to lightsaber techniques. Subtle mind manipulation to stunning acts of power that could destroy cities. Over the months of training Umbra had in confidence told her his plans for the Planet. Once he felt that her training was completed to his satisfaction, a fleet of New Republic ships would enter the solar system and attempt to persuade the planet to join. If they disagreed then they would partake in what her master called "aggressive negotiations."

As the day finished she fell to the floor of Lord Umbra's ship panting.

"You have done well, through my research we have found a way to use the holocrons to assimilate knowledge directly into the human brain. You were the first to use such a method and you have succeeded with flying color. Henceforth you shall be called Lady Azreal. The name coming from what some of these earthlings call the Angel of Death."

Azreal stood rejuvinated from the sheer amount of power that filled the room.

"But pleasantries aside I have a mission for you. Seek out these Death Eaters and torture this Voldemorts location out of them. When my fleet arrives I will provide you with some of my best men to accompany you."

Azreal bowed low to her master, "Your wish is my command, master."

She pulled her hood over her head and vanished into the shadows.

Nex, my love open a channel to the Sith Academy on Yavin 4.

Nex nodded and set off to fulfill her orders. "Master the link is open, you are broadcasting."

Skywalker give me a report on your progress. I have develop a new means of assimilating knowledge which cuts down on the amount of training time that is required. I want you to send your most promising students here to earth. I wish to start them on training as soon as possible."

"My Lord, progress has grown rapidly. All the students have taken to their emotions quite quickly. I have two students right now that would be ready for your training. If you desire they could be there in two earth weeks time."

"Good my apprentice, send them with a group of Massassi assassins. I have need for their...abilities." The smile that graced Lord Umbra's face was not for the weak at heart.

"It will be done my Lord, my sister wishes to send her gratitude. She wonders when the New Republic will have its Supreme Commander back."

"Tell her I have found a planet full of Force sensitives and has strategic footing in the unknown regions. I wish to have it under our control in under a years time. Pass along my regards as well."

Umbra could see the excitement on Skywalkers face, He too knew the potential of a world full of force sensitives.

"Lord Umbra, out." and with the the connection was severed.

"My love I would like you to seek out spots to start with our expansion. I will need medical facilities, ship yards, droid facilities anything you can think of to bring this back water planet up to speed. It will not be long before we annouce ourselves to the world."

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Azreal was stalking her prey. It was Antonin Dolohov. He had risen to head of the so called aurors. He had just finished an extensive night at a pub in Knockturn Alley. As he stumbled to and fro Azreal decided to make her move. And it was only too easy. She shadowed directly behind him and knocked him on the back of the head and travelled with him to the Chamber of Secrets.

She quickly restrained him to a chair and removed his wand. Then with a flick of her wrist a bucket of ice cold water woke Dolohov from his stupor.

"Where am I, do you have any idea who I am. I am head Auror."

Azreal cut him off and said, "I know exactly who you are Death Eater. You are an enemy to my master. What I wish to know is where he is hiding. Surely someone who considers himself immortal wouldn't be afraid would he."

"My master fears no one. He will break you until you beg for death."

"Your not telling me what I need to know. Maybe this will persuade you."

Electricity started to cackle around her hands and before he knew it he was suffering pain the like of the cruciatius. Only this torment left him with physical scars. It also seemed in the mere moments of lucidity that she was targeting it as well. First she started directly between the eyes. Next it was his groin and so on.

After all that torment Azreal had to give Dolohov some credit he didn't break. But now Azreal had a subtle idea.

With a snap of her fingers Dolohov was knocked out cold. She stretched out with the force and created an illusion of the inner chambers of Lord Voldemort. She took the image straight from his head. She originally just tried to get the location but it was hidden from her. With the illusion cast she herself became the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Dolohov wake up you pathetic excuse for a wizard. I have a task for you."

Dolohov was still groggy but heard the voice of his master. Still reeling from what he thought was an entirely to vivid dream, he nodded to his master. "How may I be of assistance my lord."

I have a group of allies who wish to serve me. I need you to seek them out and tell them our location. Be quick and Do not fail me."

Dolohov nodded and saw his lord snap his fingers. The room went dark.

Azreal was pleasantly surprised and quickly set up the next illusion. She would now play the part of Mistress to the leader of a coven of vampires.

Once again she snapped her fingers and Dolohov was awakened to the illusion.

"My lord wishes to join Voldemort in his crusade for a pure wizarding world. Where may we find him to offer our servitude."

"My lord can be found at Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton." Recognizing the Fidelius she opened a mental connection to her master so that he may hear.

The last thing that Dolohov saw was a flash of red light and the darkness.

Azreal still felt in awe at the power of the Force.

"Master it is done."