Note: Oh, boy, we're in the double digits, now! And what fun are those without interlaced plotlines?! Well, not counting being a teenager. So, anyway, last chapter, Saint Dane revealed that he suspects Bobby is still alive, so Mark and Courtney will be bait. Hermione and Angelina see Umbridge fall to her death and, after a certain reference to a certain play, they dash off to see Harry, and another unexpected face. Back on Denduron, Alder has been taken away to "The Mines" for not being at work. Loor, on the other hand, has just had a family reunion of sorts. Everyone on Ibara has mysteriously gone missing and Siry knows Saint Dane must be behind it somehow. As for our favorite Marauders…well, let's just say that bit isn't exactly random.

Aja had never been faced with such a catastrophe.

When she returned to her home territory, Veelox, she knew that Lifelight had been up and running when she left, so she wasn't expecting all that much day to day life. But what she found was far worse than what she had been expecting.

"You there!" she called to a passing phader. "What has happened here?"

The phader's mouth dropped open in shock. "Killian? But I thought you were--!"

"Never mind what you thought! Answer the question!"

The phader looked away from her fierce gaze. "It was Dr. Sever. She told me to take everyone off of gloid. She wouldn't say why."

Aja's eyes widened in horror. "Where did she go after she gave the order?"

The phader shrugged. "Dunno. She just sort of…vanished."

"Get some more phaders and vedders! We have to find him!"

"Him?"

"Her…we have to find her. Now go!"

The phader shook his head. "We can't. Most of the phaders and all the venders jumped once Lifelight was back up. They lost track of time and now…well, they're dead."

Aja sighed and dropped her head. "How many do we have?"

"I don't know. Counting me and you, about forty, maybe forty-five?"

"Fine, round them up. I have another idea."

The Mines seemed to be exactly what they were called. Alder was not sure why anyone sent here dreaded it. Surely, it could not be worse than what the Milago had had to go through before.

As it turned out, it was almost exactly what the Milago had had to go through. There was only one difference, however. They were not mining for glaze.

They were mining for tak.

At first, Alder could not believe his eyes, but it was the horrible clay. And it was stacked by the brick it cases.

But worst of all was the sight of the people who had to mine the tak. Many of them were deathly skinny. Many more were just dead. Those who were neither were racked with fits of coughing. Usually they coughed up blood.

The men tossed Alder into the mine. "Good luck with your new job, slacker!" One of them yelled, laughing as they walked away.

Alder could have easily fought them off and escaped, but he knew he had to help these people. And to do that, Halla would just have to wait.

"Hello, Traveler."

Patrick stood his ground as the man glided out of the shadows, brandishing a stick that he could only assume was dangerous.

"You," he said, holding his gaze, "you're Lord Voldemort, aren't you?"

Voldemort mocked astonishment. "Oh, goodness, I'm known by a Traveler. I suppose my spells are also known? Crucio!"

Patrick yelled out and fell to his hands and knees. Voldemort walked over to him. "Now," he said, bending so that his face was level with Patrick's, "where is the muggle known as Pendragon?"

Patrick struggled to get back on his feet. Then he cleared his throat and replied, "You can do what you want with me, but I won't tell you where he is."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Really? Let's see if I can't change your mind. Crucio!"

Patrick screamed and fell back to the ground. It was going to be a difficult day.

Bobby was fascinated by Hogwarts. The talking gargoyles put him off a bit, but he liked that he could hold an intelligent conversation with wall art. But there was one thing he definitely had in common with Harry: they both hated Professor Snape.

The way he saw it, if the man had ever had any kindness, it slid out of his head about the time he started greasing it.

"So," Snape said, walking around the chair Bobby now sat in, pointing his wand at him. "Dumbledore trusts you, but I don't. I am going to invade your mind to see whether or not you have any connection to the Dark Lord."

"The who now? You're gonna what?!" Bobby exclaimed, but Snape just pointed his wand.

It happened very fast.

One instant, the wand was in his face and Snape said "Legilimens," the next he was reliving his memories, both good and bad. Kissing Courtney Chetwynde…losing her in the flume…winning his first territory against Saint Dane….Saint Dane. His lightning blue hair, the veins in his hideous bald head, almost as numerous as his devious plans….

Abruptly, Snape pulled out of Bobby's mind.

"That muggle, with the blue eyes. Who is he?" Snape asked, a look of confusion crossing his face.

Bobby frowned at him. "His name is Saint Dane. He can take on the appearance of other people or beings. I don't know everything about him, only that you don't want him here. Why?"

"Quiet, boy. I must go fetch the headmaster. Don't touch anything."

Snape strode off quickly, leaving Bobby alone. Now, time and time again, he'd learned as a Traveler that if something wasn't supposed to be touched, it should stay just that: untouched. But he'd also learned that under-curiosity loses the territory, so he decided to snoop around a little…just until Snape got back with professor Double-door.

A few Cruiatus Curses later, the muggle barely breathed, but he still hadn't given up the whereabouts of Pendragon. Lord Voldemort was nearly ready to kill him when he heard a voice.

"Hey, spaceman!"

Voldemort turned around to see another muggle, a dark one, pointing some sort of weapon at him. He laughed and pointed his wand at it. "Accio!"

The weapon flew from the muggles hands as hit Patrick as directed. Now, as Voldemort turned back around, he found the muggle to be running at him.

Such fools.

"Avada Kedevra!"

The muggle stumbled, then fell, but was up again in about a minute, breathing haggardly. Voldemort then realized the muggle was missing a hand, but attacking anyway.

"Ah," he said, folding his arms. "You must be another Traveler. That would explain why neither of you are dying. That other muggle, Saint Dane, didn't either. Nevertheless, I haven't seen the muggle that survives a collapsing building. Reducto!"

He pointed his wand at a partial collapsed building, bringing it down on the muggle.

"NO!" The muggle on the ground yelled. "Gunny!"

When Loor left her home, it was no longer peaceful outdoors. There were now fights all throughout the area. She did not understand why the Rokador were attacking now. The water problem had been sorted years before. Then she saw an insignia she was unfamiliar with. It looked like…

"Oh, no. Pendragon," she said, pulling out her stave, "where are you?"

Then she ran off to join the fight for the Baku.

Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin when Snape returned with Double-door. He had just stood up to snoop around. Man, these people were fast.

"Caught in the act," Snape said, sneering. "Now, now, Severus, young Mr. Pendragon was most likely curious. Now," he said, addressing Bobby, "as I've come to understand it, you have an enemy not entirely unlike our own. Am I correct?"

"It depends on what your enemy is like, professor…"

"Just call me 'Albus'. Now, Lord Voldemort is a ruthless killer. He will harm innocent people without a second though merely because he can. And, for the moment, he is immortal."

Bobby drew in deep breath. "That pretty much sums up Saint Dane."

Albus nodded. "Then we have a very similar problem indeed."

"Yea, but where is this Voldemort guy?"

Snape cringed. "Don't speak his name!"

Bobby raised an eyebrow, then turned to Albus. "What's his problem?" "That's the long-lasting effect Voldemort has had on our world. Will you help us with our problem? I can guarantee we will help you with yours."

"Sirius? Are you okay? Your ten minutes are up!"

Silence.

"Sirius? I'm serious, you have to come back in now!"

Silence.

"Sirius?"

A whimper and a yelp as the door opens.

"SIRIUS!"