DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who, or Narnia for that matter, although this plot is mine. I have no real desire to own the three series, although I rather wish I had my own TARDIS.

Author's Note: Here we go with the another chapter of You Are Not Alone. ALLONS-Y!

Chapter Thirty Seven: Interlude Four - Battle Lines Drawn

Hogwarts Library
Hogwarts, Scotland, Earth, 1995 CE

Harry and his friends had been virtually cooped up inside the library since he had discovered that the third task was a maze filled by creatures chosen by Hagrid. The group spent most of their time looking up various obscure spells that Harry could use to combat the various creatures that would certainly be in there, including the infamous Blast-Ended Skrewts that the Care of Magical Creatures class had told them about. Knowing Hagrid, the Skrewts would be one of the tamer creatures in the maze, and this had the group, Lucy especially, worried.

Hogwarts Lake

Harry and Lucy stopped sparring as Lucy had to grab her head for a moment. 'Are you okay, Lu?' Harry asked, concerned.

'Yeah, I'm okay. Ro warned me that the Time Lady consciousness would take a while to settle down. Some days are worse than others.' Lucy said, slightly strained. Within a few minutes, she was ready to go again, and both whispered 'Hebes lamina', a charm to dull the blade of a sword for sparring practice.

The mock battle started once again, Harry used the size and weight of Frœkn to his advantage, wielding the longsword two-handed, with powerful blows, but Lucy was still able to block each of his blows with a strength belying her small stature, and slowly but surely, she was able to work herself into the battle. The pair went swipe for swipe and Harry was vaguely reminded of stories Lucy had told of being on the Dawn Treader, sword fighting against three grown men and being able to take two down on her own.

The mock battle continued for several minutes, and neither noticed as their friends approached, watching the two in awe as their battle had become more along the lines of an elegant and graceful dance. Finally after some ten minutes of sparring, the pair mutually stopped swinging, and shared a bow and curtsey before they heard their friends cheers and realised they had had an audience.

The Riddle House
Little Hangleton, Yorkshire, England, Earth, 1995 CE

'WORMTAIL! It's time for you to milk Nagini! Wormtail! Where are you, you spineless oaf?' The small form of Lord Voldemort raged from his throne beside the fire.

'I am here, Master!' Wormtail said as he entered the room and prostrated in front of the throne. 'Nagini has been milked already, my Lord. Your next dose will be prepared within the hour.'

'Very good then, Wormtail.' The currently miniscule Dark Lord told his minion. 'Now tell me of the report from my operative at Hogwarts.'

'The Black Raven sends the report that the Potter whelp and his girl have both survived the second task and that Potter will be entering the maze first for the final task. All is prepared at the graveyard for your glorious renewal. Dumbledore remains clueless.' Wormtail told his Master.

'Excellent. You may go, Wormtail. And next time do not take so long to answer my summons or the Cruciatus will be the least of your worries.' Voldemort ordered his minion coldly with a look of satisfaction as Wormtail exited the room fearfully.

International Confederation of Wizards Security Council Meeting
Beneath East River, New York City, New York, United States of America, Earth, 1995 CE

'I call this 217th meeting of the ICW Security Council to order. The honourable delegates for France, the United States, Russia, Germany, the United Kingdom and Australia are in attendance.' Dumbledore stood at the head of the table in his stead as Supreme Mugwump. The seven members of the Security Council took their seats around the conference table and prepared for the meeting.

Dmitry Ustinov, the delegate from the Tsar's Magic Council of the Russian Empire, stood and addressed the council, 'The Government of Her Imperial Majesty Tsarina Anastasia of the Magical Russian Empire sends greetings to the Confederation, and wishes to inform the council herein assembled of the Empire's willingness to provide two battalions of Aurors to any peacekeeping force deployed to Great Britain as a result of the believed return of Dark Lord Voldemort.'

Within minutes, the Security Council was debating whether or not a peacekeeping team would be needed.

Harry's Office
Hogwarts, Scotland, Earth, 1995 CE

Harry spent several days heading towards the third task in his office, working through his familial and royal duties with help of his private and press secretaries, and as he finally signed the last paperwork of the month, he leant back and stretched his hand.

The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington DC, United States of America, Earth, 1995 CE

The Queen found herself once again being escorted through the now familiar passages of the White House towards the Oval Office by the two Secret Service agents. As she was ushered into the office, she inclined her head to the two agents. 'We are most grateful for your assistance.'

The President of the United States stood from his desk and welcomed the Queen, kissing her hand before gesturing the most powerful woman in the world into a chair in front of the Resolute Desk. 'Your Majesty, to what do I owe this pleasure?'

'I have come with a personal request of you, William.' The aging monarch replied. 'As your Central Intelligence Agency has no doubt told you, Magical Britain is teetering on the edge of civil war, and I fear my children and grandchildren, and even myself will become embroiled.'

'I see.' Bill Clinton said contemplatively. 'And you would like my...personal assistance?'

'The United States have...the most powerful magical military in the world. We would be eternally grateful if you could spare anyone should the situation in Britain...deteriorate...shall we say.' The Queen asked.

The US President reached forward and lifted the handset of a red phone on the desk and lifted it to his ear. 'Get me Colonel Albert Gibbs and Captain James Mackenzie from JMOC.' He replaced the phone and looked back at his guest.

'Hmmmm, JMOC is one of your acronyms that I am not familiar with.' The Queen noted.

'Ah yes, JMOC is one of our newer military installations. Joint Magical Operations Command. JMOC deals with all the magical units in our Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps.' Clinton explained as the sound of knocking on the oak door to the Oval Office sounded clear through the room. 'Enter!' Clinton called.

Two older men in full military uniform entered the Oval Office and walking towards the Resolute Desk, stopping to salute the most powerful man and woman in the world.

The Queen took a moment to take in the two men and their uniform. The man on the left was wearing a full army uniform, with several medals, the Medal of Honour, Silver Star and Purple Heart that she could see for sure. The American silver eagle insignia on his shoulders showed that he must be the called for Colonel Gibbs.

The other man wore a uniform that Elizabeth recognised straight out as a senior naval officer, the four golden lace rings on the wrists of his formal black jacket noting that he was a naval captain, but the two crossed wands in place of a line officer's star was not one she knew. This man also had several medals including, it seemed, three Silver Stars, a Bronze Star and two Purple Hearts.

'Colonel Gibbs, Captain Mackenzie. This is Queen Elizabeth of Great Britain.' Clinton introduced redundantly as Elizabeth nodded to both men in recognition. 'At her request, I am sending the 453rd Magical Infantry Brigade,' here, the Army Colonel nodded, 'and the Magical SEAL Team Nine,' here the naval Captain nodded, 'to England to assist their Auror forces with dealing with the Dark Lord Voldemort.'

Gryffindor Fourth Year Boys Dormitory
Hogwarts, Scotland, Earth, 1995 CE

Harry looked at his calendar beside his bed, tomorrow's date, June 24th circled, and he sighed, knowing that in the morning he would be facing the final task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Deep within the Triwizard Maze

Shortly after John Dawlish placed the Cup in the maze, a black raven swooped down, transforming into a man before he landed, pointing his wand at the Cup, whispering 'Portus' before morphing back into his raven form and taking flight again.