Testing...Testing...123...Is nybody out there? Well I'm back! It's been a long time gettin' from here to there. I am now gonna get back on track. This fic shall not die! Also 20k+ baby!!!

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The first thought that coursed through Xave's head was a rather simple one: Ow!


The room was filled with extreme heat. Unbearable for most, but Xave barely realized it. Again the dummies flew at him. He sent rapid flames flying in all directions.

The dummies kept dodging and moving closer. He unleashed a wave of fire engulfing all of his enemies.

Two more appeared from seemingly nothing. One drew a long sword while the other stayed back. Moving quickly, the swordsman charged Xave to be crushed by another wave of flames…or so he thought.

A crack was heard from behind him and the telltale sound of a sword being thrust forward was all the warning he got before he felt a sharp pain in his back. A blaring noise came out of nowhere and both the swordsman disappeared.

The other dummies faded as well and the door reappeared as Xave walked out of the Training Room with a sour look on his face. He was to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow and he only just now realized how rusty he had truly become.

Before he left he was able to beat both of those remaining enemies before losing. He did allow some leeway as he was still recovering meaning he probably would have been at the same level as before meaning in the months he had been away he had not grown at all in power as an Elemental. He had also forgotten some of his training letting himself become cocky leading to his downfall.

With a sigh, Xave leaned against a wall thinking about the job he had agreed to do. He had known going in that some of his skills would be stunted a little bit so why was he so disappointed now? He honestly didn't know.

As he was about to leave he heard the door open and he saw Sara walk in. The memory of his time in the Medical Ward rose again.

Flashback

Pain. It was the first thing Xave realized when he woke up. The second were the all too familiar pale green walls of the Medical Ward of StarRizers.

"Stupid walls," Xave said, attempting to sit up in which he failed miserably and was greeted with a sharp pain for the attempt.

After some choice words he glanced around the room, noticing his brother asleep in a chair next to his bed. Feeling slightly mischievous he took a deep breath and was about to exhale a breath of flame when he heard an annoyingly familiar voice.

"Stop unless you enjoy the depths of unconsciousness, Mr. Zorac," said Madam Rena, the Healer of StarRizers and a very familiar face.

"You know very well that your magical core is nearly completely burned out and-" Madam Rena began before Xave cut her off.

"I do?" Xave was racking his memory for the reason for this happening once more. I was at Hogwarts and then… then… JACK.

Xave immediately attempted to sit up once more getting the exact same result.

"What happened? I was facing Jack and was… not doing so well… then he was about to crush me but it's kinda a blur," Xave said.

"I think I can answer that one," Xave turned his head to see Sam smirking down at him.

"If I remember correctly," Sam said, "you decided to fight Jack on your own, nearly got yourself killed, exhausted your magical core, and was saved miraculously by your awesome twin," He finished.

"That's about as likely as Serber being the one to save me," Xave responded.

They laughed a bit for a while before Sam left to tell the others. After he was gone Xave had two options he could either listen to Rena berate him for his foolishness or think. Naturally, thinking was the choice.

I wonder what's gonna happen now. Will I be going back to Hogwarts or sticking here for the rest of the year. What month is it? How long have I been out?

Quickly growing bored of just thinking he voiced the last two questions aloud.

"It is February you've been out for three months," Rena responded tersely.

Before he had any time to ponder this, the door opened and in rushed the rest of his friends.

"Sup, everybody," Xave said cheerfully.

"Sup," Derek responded, "Still alive I see."

"REALLY?!" Xave yelled immediately looking around before bursting into fake tears.

Sara instantly shut him up with a glare.

"What were you thinking," She asked in a deathly soft voice. Now if Xave was anyone else then he probably would have recoiled in fear or something of the like, but instead…

"Well right now, I was thinking of how I'm going to eat wrapped up in bandages like this," Xave responded, smiling.

"I mean," Sara responded barely holding in her rage, "What were you thinking taking on Jack ALONE?!"

Xave was instantly silenced and began to look incredulously at Sara. The very same Sara that he had never seen very angry before.

"It was the best choice at the moment," Zach said in his defense.

"Well, it wasn't!" Sara growled.

"What's the big deal, I survived, I'm fine and we can kick his butt anytime we want," Xave said with a grin.

"The problem is that you seemed to have absolutely no value for your life. This is the fourth time this has happened and yet you still choose to continue to do the same thing," Sara responded, her anger blazing.

What in the world did I do that would make Sara act like this? Xave wondered.

With a frustrated noise Sara left the room with Maria and Katie following.

"Ok, what did I do? Spill it," Xave asked.

"No idea," They said simultaneously.

"You're lying, all of you," Xave said, "Now why is Sara so angry at me?"

"You really can't tell," Zach asked, incredulous.

"Can't tell…what?" Xave asked

"It's official you're hopeless," Derek said, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing," Sam said, "Nothing at all."

And with that they left.

"GET BACK HERE!" Xave yelled to no success.

With a sigh, Xave laid his head back down.

What did they mean?

End of Flashback

He hoped that she wasn't all that angry anymore because he really didn't want her yelling at him. He still didn't understand how he had made her so angry.

She looked at him but, luckily, what was held in her green eyes was not anger. She actually looked kind of sad.

"What's wrong," Xave asked.

Sara was silent. She looked at him for a long time before she said anything.

"You're leaving again tomorrow," she said. Her voice was a little quiet as always but it held sadness in it.

"Hey, don't worry it's February meaning I'll only be gone for a few months and then the gang'll be back together again. We'll all meet up during the summer and have tons of fun," Xave said, hoping to reassure his friend.

"Yeah, you're right. How is your mission going anyways?" she asked.

"Errr…not bad," Xave said, not knowing how well he was truly doing.

She just smiled at him as she walked over to the training room. Seeing the recent activity she started to look sad again.

"How bad do you think it's going to be?" she asked, so quiet he barely heard her.

He didn't have to ask to know what she meant. Their entire group knew that they were on the verge if not in war. They had accepted the fact a while ago but with Sanjin sending him to Britain made him worry it would be even worse than expected.

"It'll be bad," Xave answered, honestly, "but I know all of us will make it through together."

With that he smiled before leaving to finish packing. Optimism is good but can be dangerous when it is stretched to the point of unreality. They both worried that not all seven of them would make it through the war. Only time would tell.

The time had come. It's time to get this mission over with.


He walked slowly, confidently into the cavern. Anyone of those disgusting Death Eaters that he supposedly trembled before or the people he was foolish enough to once call friends would be positively shocked at how he walked.

As the tunnel leveled out he saw an archway. Invisible to most he saw the traces of magic flowing through it like little lights slithering around. Knowing it would not harm him he entered slowly.

The stone chair floating did not turn but he heard the familiar voice of his master. Or at least one of them.

"Welcome Peter," Serber said, softly.

Knowing that his façade that he used before Voldemort was unneeded, he bowed briefly.

"Serber," Peter responded, "Why have you called me here?"

Smirking widely at Peter's bluntness, his chair spun around. If he was not among the select few that he was he would probably be experiencing lots of pain.

"I need your reports on Voldemort and a personal opinion," Serber said looking at him.

He felt the feel of Legilimency probing his mind as he began his story.

"Lord Voldemort is currently in a weak, doll-like state but will be able to gain a full and complete body by June if his plan works. He has a Death Eater stationed in Hogwarts. This person will portkey Harry Potter to Voldemort for a ritual to take place in which I will have to sacrifice my hand to bring him back. I have a spell that I can do left-handed which will restore it, disillusioned of course, if Voldemort does not do it himself. He will then kill Harry Potter and You-Know-Who will be back," Peter said without a single whimper or stutter.

"Interesting. I thought you told me you had to constantly care for Voldemort or he would be forced back into his spirit form so how are you here?" he asked, wondering how Peter was keeping Voldemort alive and ignorant.

"I entered a nearby wizarding village and captured a wizard. After using Obliviate multiple times to destroy the person's mind I simply added the necessary memories for any spells he must use and for the trivial things like walking and then used Imperio on the nearly empty shell and am currently commanding him to go through the necessary steps to care for Voldemort. Polyjuiced of course," Peter said, quickly.

Serber said nothing but was once again reminded at how powerful Pettigrew truly was. That sort of brain surgery was dangerous but extremely rewarding if it works well. Another reason why Peter was such a valuable asset.

"Good, now, do you think that Lord Voldemort would consider meeting with a Lord Serber to discuss things after he was reborn?" Serber asked, inwardly gagging at calling himself Lord Serber. It just didn't sound right.

Peter thought this over thinking about what he knew of the Dark Lord's plans and how he would have reacted last time.

"I think he would be interested but if I gave the message directly he'll be suspicious but I'll get around that," Peter said, plans running through his head.

"Thank you, Peter. I will get word to you when I want this to happen. Now, leave before Voldemort finds you missing," Serber commanded, his chair spinning back around.

Seeing this as a dismissal Peter bowed once more and hurried away. He really had no reason to go quickly because he knew Voldemort would not discover his decoy. Serber underestimated him the least of all but he still did. No one would suspect quivering Wormtail to be able to fool the Dark Lord.

This was a mistake.

He quickly returned to the Dark Lord's side undetected. He could barely hold in his excitement for what would come. The world was going to change very soon.


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-ShadowLight