Chapter Ten: Familiar Faces.

The sight of the wreckage was just the same as Harry remembered it before he blacked out several weeks ago. He just managed to get to Nyssa just in time, and that was a pretty good thing as far as they all were concerned. He had the daughter of the most dangerous man on Earth in his debt. The sorcerer took half of a step forward and then looked back before looking forward.

"Three men were all Darhk sent on the ship after me," Nyssa said. "They were all killed on impact, you said. There was no way they could have survived what happened, correct?"

Harry nodded in confirmation and pointed towards the three men as if mentally counting them out. Seeing was believing and Nyssa seeing the charred remains of these three individuals made a believer out of her. She took a step back and made her way into the helicopter.

"Do you think you can repair the helicopter?" Sara asked.

"Unfortunately, I didn't build it, I just stole it," Nyssa said. "The box should be in here somewhere, providing they didn't pull a last minute slight of hand to grab it."

"And what happens if the box got destroyed?" Sara asked.

Harry closed his eyes, a thought, a memory which wasn't his own. Some of Nyssa's knowledge seeped into his mind, not much, but what she was consciously thinking when dying. Harry turned back around towards Sara and looked her straight in the eye.

"That box gets destroyed, and it blows up, it would have released part of the toxin which would have killed us all," Harry said. "And anyone close by when the wind started blowing."

"He's correct,'" Nyssa said. "The box was reinforced to prevent explosions as well."

Nyssa managed to pry open the door. The seats had been burned out and the control console had been melted. She moved around the seat, trying to push it back. The seat refused to go up most of the way, despite her attempts to do os.

Harry waved his hand and the seat slowly lifted up and allowed Nyssa to reach underneath it. Sara looked towards Harry, who closed his eyes.

"That didn't break every bone in your arm this time?" Sara asked.

"No, it hadn't," Harry said. "Ever since I put on the medallion, I've been able to use magic without pain, but in smaller bursts. It's just, I shouldn't overdue it."

"No, you shouldn't," Nyssa said. "You're just assimilating to your power in this new form, and after the warlocks parted you from the medallions, and scattered them, it's going to take a long time."

She wasn't certain how much the dragon remembered. It took him hundreds of years to reconstruct himself if Nyssa had to guess. And speaking of something which she could reconstruct, Nyssa pulled out the box containing the component of the virus.

"Two chemicals, deadly on their own," Nyssa said. "When put together, it's a plague which could wipe out countries in a matter of weeks and entire continents in a matter of months."

"Charming," Sara answered dryly.

The sarcasm caused Nyssa to briefly smile. She needed something to lighten the mood, at least until the Dragon's powers had been restored. And she held the box and reached into her pocket. The key she stolen was missing. Did it drop out during the crash, during the fight, or did she lose it somewhere on Lian Yu?

"Move over."

Harry moved over and pressed his finger on the keyhole. An invisible key twisted into the box and opened it. It was a spell so simple a first-year student with way too much time on their hands could learn it. But, it was the first time Harry used it.

The box opened up, to reveal absolutely nothing inside. The vial, it was not there. Nyssa clenched her fist, breathing in heavily. Sara tried to put a hand on her shoulder to console the woman, but there was no consolation for the fact there was a virus out there in the wild.

"I missed it," Nyssa said. "He must have switched boxes on me at the last second. That slippery…"

The word Nyssa intended to use to describe Darhk was not something which should be spoken of in the presence of the divine. She drew in her breath and Harry looked towards her.

"I won't say it was all for nothing," Nyssa said. "My father will be very disappointed in me."

"Are you sure you're just not disappointed in yourself for living up to expectations you can never live up to?" Harry asked Nyssa.

Nyssa had been hit with the armor piercing question. Anyone else, and she might have lashed out. This divine being standing before her on the other hand, she wasn't sure she had it in herself to argue. Especially, given the man in front of her was right.

"Your father should have done the job himself," Harry said.

"Well, when we get off this island, I think you might want to have a few words with him, yourself," Nyssa said.

"Maybe, I will," Harry said. "But, for now, until I am strong enough, or find a way to break whatever enchantments are holding me here, we're going to have to make the most of this situation."

Nyssa appreciated the overflowing optimism coming from him. She looked towards both Sara and Harry, they moved in tune with each other.

"And you were the one who told me you were in my debt," Harry said. "At least twice over, given we joined you on the trip."

The Daughter of the Demon knew being in the debt of an extremely powerful girl could lead to her being in a very vulnerable position. She knew, deep down, though, Harry was honorable. He could have left her to burn because of her own weakness, yet he saved her.

"What do you wish to ask me?" Nyssa asked.

"I wish for you to assist me in training Sara to be a warrior," Harry said. "I saved her from some mercenaries on the island, and while she can defend herself, I think we both agree she wants to learn how to fight, how to do more than just be able to defend herself."

Sara looked towards Nyssa firmly and noticed something. She could sense some kind of connection building, based on the role she played in saving the woman from the flaming wreckage of the helicopter.

"Yes, I do," Sara answered. "If you would help me learn more in battle, then I would appreciate it."

"Of course, it would be an honor," Nyssa said. "I can see the spirit, the determination in your eyes, and the will to fight. It's obvious you have the desire to be something more than you are right now."

Nyssa noticed these qualities in Sara because she saw the same qualities each and every day when looking out in the mirror. She turned towards Harry.

"Great one….."

"Call me Harry, please," Harry said. "If I return among the people, I will need a name, and calling me Great One or the Dragon would draw a lot of attention, even among those who may have heard the legends."

Nyssa responded with a nod, that made a fair amount of sense.

"Harry," Nyssa answered with a smile. "I'm helping Sara, but there's something I could surely do to help you?"

"Actually, it's been a long time since I've gotten any formal training," Harry said. "There are styles of fighting which have come to pass since my time away. And styles which I might need a little refresher course on practicing with, if you don't mind."

Sara looked towards him, barely suppressing the smile over her face.

'It's almost like he's getting into this entire Dragon thing,' Sara said. 'He could be, he could be what they say he is.'

"You want my help?" Nyssa asked. "I'm not denying you, I would never deny….but I'm just…."

Nyssa paused and thought about it. She could gain favor with the Dragon, and it would go a long way towards proving her worth to leading the League of Assassins. He had a point, it had been centuries since he been trapped in this hellish nightmare.

And it appeared only when women were brought to this island, did he wake up and start to slowly regain his power. He found one of the amulets, but six more existed in the world.

"Of course, of course, I'd help you," Nyssa said.

Harry smiled and decided to pull Nyssa into an embrace. She took a deep breath, and Harry teased pulling away from her before diving into a brief, but extremely intense kiss. It lit Nyssa's mind on fire and made her think of things she never thought about doing with another man.

"In case you don't know, that was my way of thanking you," Harry said.

"There was no need to do so," Nyssa said. "But, I appreciate the gesture regardless."

Sara checked the sun and noticed it was starting to come down. It had been a hell of a mental adjustment never knowing the exact time or date, but over time, she adapted to life here on Purgatory. The hope Harry would find a way off of the island kept her almost sane.

"We better head back now, Shado and Rose will be worried," Harry said.

Harry, Nyssa, and Sara held back. Nyssa still worried about her failure to procure the half of the plague Darhk had. The other half of the plague, thankfully, no one knew the location, but given Darhk's resources, he could put two and two together.

Nyssa reminded herself one-half of the component could do some serious damage all on its own.

"Rose has some good news," Shado said, the moment they returned to camp.

"Good news?" Harry asked.

"I'll let her tell you it."

Harry stepped inside, and saw Rose in front of the radio, fiddling with the knobs. It wasn't the radio that Fyers had encrypted but it was another radio altogether. She wasn't as irritated as earlier, but still working very hard.

"Shado told me you had some good news."

"Well, not necessarily good news," Rose said. "It's encouraging news."

"Well, any news which doesn't mean are doom is encouraging," Nyssa said. "And I'm afraid we haven't been introduced yet….."

"Well, you know my name is Rose, and that other woman's name is Shado," Rose responded. "But, I managed to get a signal, a brief one out to the other side."

"Really?" Sara asked. "That's great news."

"Well, in theory," Rose responded. She continued to work with the radio. "I'm not sure if the radio signal reached the other side or not, or if anyone was listening."

That was the key, whether or not anyone actually picked up on the signal. And if the right kinds of people picked up the signal, who they wanted staging the rescue. Rose slumped back against the chair and took a deep breath when looking towards the radio. She had been in quite the situation now. She had to figure this out. There had to be a way to figure this out, there just had to be.

Wasn't there?

"Don't get frustrated," Harry said.

Rose shrugged her shoulders. She was about ready to say something about it being too late. Still, it was the first glimmer of hope they had a long time ago.

Oliver could see several members of the crew were getting anxious when they approached Lian Yu. He found out, they were very close to the area where his ship down. Thoughts of what happened to Sara, his father, and every single other person on the crew entered his mind. Did they get picked up? Or did they suffer a worse fate than Oliver?

The young man shook his head. There was no fate worse than being stuck on this ship. He had to do a couple of favors for this Ivo, lead a crew of mercenaries to grab a super soldier serum. Ivo claimed he would send Oliver home after his mission was complete.

Something about this entire mission, it just reeked of garbage to Oliver. Being on this ship for the past couple of months, maybe, it sure seemed longer sometimes, made Oliver think about his life. He rarely did the right thing, only did the right thing to satisfy himself.

Still, there was another man who didn't do the right thing. Oliver made his way down past the cell block. Several of the prisoners looked towards Oliver, but then pulled away when he looked towards them. They all whispered, knowing he was figured in.

He had been chosen to get additional privilege, and if they looked at him the wrong way, they could end up in the basement. The man in the cell with bandages wrapped around his face still rode in pain and agony. His agitation increased with each passing moment.

Oliver looked towards the Deacon. He looked still as unkempt as possible. His long hair and greasy beard would most certainly make him stare out in a crowd.

"Something troubles you, my brother?" Deacon asked.

"You told them about my sister," Oliver said. "And about Laurel."

The Deacon started to hum something under his breath. Oliver wanted to unlock the cell door, take the man out, and beat the answers out of him.

"My motivations are simple, and you should be thanking me," the Deacon responded.

"You told the Bookworm about them, because of a hot meal, you wanted to eat," Oliver said. "I thought you said you embraced death when it came."

"I'll only embrace death when my time comes," the Deacon said. "And you should just close your eyes, and think about what just happened. You feared they would learn about your loved ones. Now they know, and you have nothing else to worry about."

Oliver clenched his fist. He pulled the bloodied dagger, the same bloodied dagger he killed a man with just a while back with. He was looking forward to the next murder victim.

"And they would have found out anyway," the Deacon said. "You're Oliver Queen….they would have found out about your sister, all of your friends."

The Deacon stood up and looked on the other side of the cage towards Oliver. Oliver's fingers retracted. He wanted nothing better than to reach through the cell bars and ring his neck.

"Pride, Oliver Queen, pride," the Deacon said. "The most deadly of all of the sins. It was your pride to get on that ship, along with your lust and your greed. All of those deadly sins condemned you."

The Deacon's face coated with sweat when he stared back at Oliver. He just leaned back, and then got to his feet. Arms extended, dropped to his knees, the Deacon spread out like he was hung from the crucifix. He looked like he offered himself up to Oliver Queen.

"Smite me, for my sins, Oliver," the Deacon said. "Vengeance is the final step towards your damnation."

Oliver's hand shook when he pointed towards the Deacon. The man stretched out his arms and motioned for Oliver, trying to get him to attack. Oliver didn't attack just yet.

The doors swung open and the Bookworm made her way down the steps behind Oliver. She walked down to see the scene with Oliver looking like he was about ready to drill the Deacon directly in the face.

"Queen, enough," she said. "The crew is getting ready, why aren't you?"

"I'm just saying goodbye to an old friend," Oliver said.

The Bookworm didn't even begin to know what was going on here, and she couldn't bring herself to care enough what was going on here. She opened her hand and motioned for Oliver to follow him.

"They are ready for you," the Bookworm said. "The only thing you need to do is suit up."

She handed Oliver what appeared to be body armor, along with a hood over the top of it.

"Bulletproof," the Bookworm said. "But, there are several fundamental areas where it's weak, and it's not resistant to magic."

"Magic?" Oliver asked. "You mean like hocus-pocus, pull a rabbit out of your hat, and make someone disappear, that type of magic?"

"Not that type of magic, I'm referring to real magic," the Bookworm said. "The type you wouldn't understand. It's not slight of hand, it's not stage trickery, it's the real deal."

She could see Oliver just shrugging his shoulders, as if to argue with her about something, without saying any word. Amazingly, though, he didn't say anything, so there was hope for him. The Bookworm watched as he put the armor over his normal clothes.

"This gun has only six charges," the Bookworm said. "But, they all pack a punch."

Oliver nodded. He had been taught how to use various weapons, some of them lethally. He didn't know why he would take these many steps to go to an island which he swore they said was abandoned. Oliver was beginning to think there was something they weren't telling him.

"And they're waiting," The Bookworm said. "Oh, and if they get out of line…"

She handed them a small pen-like device, placing it in the palm of Oliver's hand. Oliver looked at it in confusion.

"You want me to stab them with a pen?" Oliver asked.

"Honestly, Queen," she said in exasperation. "I can't tell whether or not you're failing to be charming, or succeeding in being ignorant. But, now I don't want you to stab them with the pen."

The Bookworm shook her head. Oliver wondered what the pen was for. He doubted he could write for it.

"The red switch on the right is a warning shot," the Bookworm said. "The green switch on the lift is a kill shot."

"And how will it work?" Oliver asked. "I mean, how will it know the person I'm supposed to be using it on?"

"Magic," the Bookworm dryly responded.

"That's the second time you said…wait, I know what's going on," Oliver said. "You're…you're one of….you can perform magic."

"Thank, you Mr. Queen, but we really need to be going," the Bookworm said. "Here's an expression you should learn on this ship, time is money. And if you're wasting time, you're wasting money. Something, I'm sure you'll be very comfortable with given you never had to work for it."

Oliver sighed, she couldn't really risk getting that one last jab before heading out the door.

"If you're a witch, why didn't you magic yourself off of the ship?" Oliver asked.

"Thank you, Mr. Queen," she said, avoiding the question.

"But, you could have gotten off of here anytime you wanted to…"

The Bookworm didn't say another word, and she left Oliver's thoughts to mingle. He saw the members of the crew, waiting for his orders.

"Alright, let's move, Ivo has a timetable, and he wants things done, and he wants them done right now!"

Sara stretched out, getting herself psyched up to train even more. She had her sparring sessions with Rose and a few with Shado. She thought she knew how to defend herself very well. Those thoughts had been pushed to the side when Sara realized she could defend herself well against normal thugs.

People who actually had fighting skills, on the other hand, she didn't have much of a prayer. She stepped in front of Nyssa. Sara had been blown away by how beautiful she was, how composed she was. And the fact she was devoted to Harry, based on his status, it would be very easy to convince her to join them in the bedroom.

Sooner, rather than later, Sara didn't want to rush things. Plus, she knew how much anticipation could drive a woman nuts. Just like it was doing with Rose.

"It would be for the best if you just showed me what you had learned before," Nyssa said. "The Dr…..Harry, he told me you had some preliminary training."

Sara nodded in response. It took a second for her to avoid being amused by the fact Nyssa had not quite broken herself of the habit of referring to Harry by the title of the Dragon. She would learn.

A naughty thought about how to give Nyssa the incentive to do so.

"Yes, I do," Sara said. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Attack."

The daughter of one of the most skilled assassins in the world, at least according to Shado and Rose, wanted her to attack. Sara clutched her fingers together, mentally counted to ten, and rushed towards Nyssa, attempting to attack her.

Nyssa reached out and grabbed Sara's hand before blocking it. She flipped over onto the ground. Nyssa jumped up into the air and came inches away. She pulled away and Sara pulled herself to her feet.

"You're telegraphing your attack," Nyssa said. "There shouldn't be any pause, any hesitation."

As if to demonstrate this, Nyssa kicked Sara to the side and flipped her down to the ground. Nyssa rolled Sara over and tucked her elbow underneath Sara's chin. She was certain if Nyssa wanted to, she could cut off the flow of oxygen to the brain.

Nyssa pulled back from Sara and gave her some room to breathe. It was a limited amount of room for her to breathe, but still, something was better than nothing.

"Again!"

Nyssa called for Sara to attack, and she just did. She charged towards Sara. Sara blocked the first punch. She had had her legs swept out from underneath her.

The Daughter of the Demon smiled. It had been a long time since she trained someone in battle. She enjoyed it.

"Don't pause after blocking the first attack," Nyssa lectured. "Keep going in, and keep focusing on each successive attack."

Three punches went in. Sara blocked the first two and then jumped into the air. Nyssa went behind Sara and slipped into the shadows. The blonde woman was confused with where Nyssa headed. She looked to the left, looked to the right, and then looked up.

Just in time to see Nyssa come back down from the heavens. Sara dropped down onto the ground. She blocked Nyssa's blade from connecting into her. Sara rolled over to her back and blocked Nyssa's attack. She went on pure instincts to defend herself.

Sara flipped over onto her back, tried to grab Nyssa. Nyssa held Sara around the neck and launched her down onto the ground. Sara flipped back over and dodged one of Nyssa's attacks. Both women went toe to toe with each other. Sara latest a lot longer than she thought possible in a battle like this.

"If you hope to stand tall with the Dragon, you're going to have to step up your game," Nyssa said. "You need to defend your status in his domain!"

Sara pulled out a wooden staff from behind her back and pivoted on her feet. Nyssa deflected two blasts from the staff, popped back up, and nailed Sara with a huge glancing blow. The blow knocked her onto her back. Sara pushed up, the breath having been knocked out of her.

Still, she refused to stand back, and not fight. Sara had been challenged, and she had never been one to back down from a challenge. She faced against this woman and pushed back, trying to take her down with the wooden staff. Nyssa blocked the staff with the blade.

"I can see something building inside of her," Shado said.

"I know," Harry said.

Harry appreciated how people made the most of how they were given in life.

"Most people would have thought being sent to Lian Yu was a death sentence, but Sara has really flourished over the past couple of months," Shado said.

None of them could be sure how much time had passed since they had been on Lian Yu. Harry thought there was something about the island which made time passed irregularly. This was nothing more than a theory, an idea, but Harry was almost certain it was a thing which happened.

He watched Sara chain together a couple more attacks. Nyssa held back slightly, but not as much as one would think. She was prideful as all.

Both women had something to prove. Harry had been down that road before a long time ago. Time passed, and he had been matured.

"So, do you feel any stronger?" Shado asked.

"I can now perform magic without crippling myself," Harry said. "There's still something on the island, something buried deep underneath it."

Both knew it would be difficult to find whatever was underneath. If Harry found whatever was causing his problems, then they might be closer to get off the island. He was still beneath his average strength before leaving the old world behind.

Which, to be fair, put him above the average wand-favoring witch or wizard, at least how much Harry suspected. He turned back around and saw Sara rise to her feet. Her lip had been busted.

"Come on, I thought we were fighting."

Nyssa smiled, she saw a lot in this one. It was just the matter of getting it out. She saw the Dragon observing her every move. Soon, she would assist him in regaining his power.

Allowing this young man to achieve his full potential was the key to getting them off of the island. Nyssa knew what it meant to be in the debt of such a powerful man. She looked towards Sara, who motioned for her. A small smile crossed the face of the Daughter of the Demon. Without further preamble, she stepped into the center of the ring.

"So, we were, and so we will."

Nyssa and Sara moved in closer towards each other. The next round proved Sara picked up a couple of pointers, but Nyssa would just have to make it harder on her. It was the way she learned to fight, and it did serve many well, by forcing them to dig down deeper to excel.

Night had fell over Lian Yu like it did what seemed like dozens of times before. Rose sat outside, looking up into the sky. She had the flare gun next to her, on the off chance something fell down from the sky.

Knowing their luck, something would end up crashing onto the island and being damaged beyond repair. Rose didn't quite believe Sara's suspicion something about this island was cursed, but she was beginning to consider the idea. She leaned up and looked towards the sky.

Another woman found herself on the island and someone who was intrigued by Harry. The Daughter of Ra's al Ghul himself as well, which caused a bit of a sour taste to form on the inside of Rose's mouth. She clutched her hand closer towards the edge of where she sat and just sighed hard and fast.

'Another one jumping the line in front of you?' Rose thought. 'Are you really going to take that? To be fair, there's nothing stopping you.'

Nothing stopped Rose, except for her pride. Rose closed her eyes and thought about how she would go on it. After the vehement way she disagreed with Sara's proposal, it would make her look needy to come crawling back now. Yet, she imagined what it would be like for Harry to take her hard and fast, or slow and steady.

The harder, the better, and Rose found her mind wander off at the thought of what Harry would do with her if he dominated her.

"It should be around her somewhere."

Rose heard voices, and the only voices anyone on the island should be hearing were either female or belonged to Harry. She saw a trio of gentleman creep their way across the edge of the island, in the cover of darkness. Rose lifted herself up to a standing position.

'Just what we need right now, more complications.'

They had to get onto the island somehow. Rose wasn't about to hold out hope they had an easy way off of the island as well. She crept to the edge of the cave.

"Careful with that thing."

Rose frowned, they were lifting up a chest of some sort. They broke it open. A flash of light appeared in the cave, illuminated by the candle. The leader of the crew put it down on a large rock.

"Get the others ready," the leader said. "It's on the East side of the island."

Rose didn't know what they were talking about. She reached into the bag and pulled out two shuriken which she created from the melted wreckage of the helicopters. Three men weren't needed, when one man could tell the tale just as much.

Shuriken to the back of the neck of one man, and shuriken to the back of the neck of the other man. Both dropped, before the third man, the leader turned around.

Rose dove into the shadows behind him and caught him in the exposed part of flesh between the helmet and armor. Whoever designed this, they obviously missed a very vital pressure point had been left open.

'More are going to be on the way. I have to move quickly.'

"So, they were looking for something?" Harry asked.

Harry looked down at the man Rose brought back to camp. He had covered in a thick hood which had been armored, along with body armor. Guns weren't going to bring this man down, but obviously, Rose found another way to take him down.

"Obviously, they were," Rose responded. "Good thing I was out…"

"Sulking?" Sara asked.

"No, contemplating what I'm going to do next," Rose said.

To be honest, they didn't have that many options. Harry reached over and could see the man was still breathing, even if he had been knocked unconscious. He undid the clasp of the mask and pulled it off of his face.

Sara jumped back in surprise, mouth hanging open. At first, she didn't believe it, given the circumstances. Yet, it was right before her eyes, Oliver Queen, who she last saw before getting dragged underneath on the Queen's Gambit.

"It's…its Ollie," Sara said.

"Oh, Queen," Rose said. "Well, it's a good thing I left him alive and killed the other two."

Harry could tell it would be several minutes before he woke up. He had a very bad feeling something was going down. He held up one hand and lightly scanned Oliver. It was just as he feared.

"He's been tagged with a tracker," Harry said.

"Well, get rid of it," Rose said.

Harry shook his head. "No, not an actual physical tracker, a tracking spell, a charm, which is almost impossible to detect, unless you know what you're looking for and you're a wizard."

He had a very bad feeling about this, the feeling which was shared by the rest of his crew.

"I can remove it," Harry said. "But, I'm afraid removing it now will be like closing the barn door after the wolf already got inside."

All of them were afraid of that. Shado, Sara, Nyssa, and Rose all prepared to fight. Rose shook her head, she really hated magic sometimes.

"Rose, Nyssa, could you come with me?" Harry asked. "Shado, Sara, you stay here….make sure he doesn't leave."

"Right, it might be good if he saw a familiar face when he woke up," Sara said.

"Maybe," Harry said. "But, you don't know what happened to him over the past several months. So if he wakes up and attacks you…"

Sara responded with a nod and leaned over towards Harry. She gave him a light kiss, to show him how much she understood what was going on. The two pulled away.

Now, she looked towards Oliver, frowning. The guy, who invited her for a steamy weekend away on a ship, claiming he and Laurel had broken up. She guessed they were still friends, she guessed.

'After all of these months away, he might not be the same,' Sara thought. 'Like you're not the same.'

"Just keep strong, like I know you are," Shado said. "Don't lose yourself to frustration."

X-X-X

Harry, Rose, and Nyssa slipped outside and saw another group of mercenaries make their way onto the island. They had been chaperoned onto the island.

"The Professor wants to ensure no loose ends are left behind," she said.

Harry frowned, he knew that voice. He heard it for seven years, so there was no mistaken it. It might have more cold, distant, lifeless, but there was still no mistaking who it was.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Nyssa whispered.

"Pretty much," Harry said.

"Stand where you are!"

They knew they were there, and the mercenaries pointed their weapons at Harry, Rose, and Nyssa. Harry saw the woman leading move closer, and he got a look at her. Straighter hair, but still kind of curly and the glasses were a new addition. And that bossy demeanor wasn't one Harry could mistake anywhere.

"You were the ones who sent the message," she said.

"Yes, we did, Hermione," Harry said.

"You know her?" Rose asked.

Nyssa didn't dare move, not until the signal. Eyes locked to each other told her this was not the time.

"I don't recall ever meeting you in my life, and how dare you call me by that name?" she hissed. "How do you know?"

Well, Harry just received his confirmation that the veil led him to the alternative timeline. The brunette motioned for the mercenaries to lower their weapons.

'Well, very few things change no matter the world. And one is your obsessive desire to know everything. And what you don't know, is going to drive you nuts.'

To Be Continued on January 15th, 2017.

Hey, it's alternate universe Hermione…..who obviously never met Harry, or a version of him in her life. And thus the worst kept secret of this story is revealed. She's not happy about someone knowing her former name, because she's kept it under wraps for reasons which could be clear. I'll speak more about how things went down with Hermione as we go further in the story. I think there's a very good case had Hermione not been friends with Harry, she would have ended down a very ugly road, should she have survived Hogwarts. I think where me and some of Hermione fans clash a lot of time is, I think she needed Harry a lot more than Harry needed her, and that's where a lot of the ugliness manifested. And I'm not in the mood to discuss any merits of her character or lack there of in canon. Of course, it's very irrelevant, given this is an alternate universe Hermione, so there you go.

Oliver was very fortunate not to get bludgeoned. Good luck Rose didn't leave one of the random goons alive and kill him.

Damien Darhk has some very nasty plans. But he's a very nasty man.

If you're getting the sense the Deacon might not be on the level, then you might be onto something.

Until Sunday.