A work of fanfiction. No money is made by me.
Limbo.
Browsing the library she had in Limbo was not Magik favourite thing to do. The place was a reminder of her time spent here. It was also the place that could let her find the information she needed.
Pulling another book from the shelf in front of her she grimaced when she saw the language it was written in and made her way to a nearby table.
A while later five more books and manuscripts had joined the first book and the sorceress supreme of Limbo was taking notes once in a while a frown on her face.
"This is not good." She muttered "Not good at all." While noting something down again.
Train to Hogwarts.
Hermione, Parvati and Moira were in high spirits after their Christmas holiday.
Hermione was busy reading a book she had bought while they were in London. While Moira and Parvati sat across from her and were napping against each other.
Hermione made a mental note to make a picture in a pensive from it.
Turning a page she heard someone knock on the door.
"Come in." She said and a moment later the door was opened by a Ravenclaw first year. Looking at the boy Hermione recognised him as the boy that had asked about the verbal spat between Moira and Theodore Nott.
"What do you want?" She asked while raising an eyebrow.
The boy looked to Hermione than to the floor and then to the two sleeping witches.
"It might be wiser to let sleeping people sleep." Said Hermione.
"I know." The boy said. "But I am worried about uncle Barty. And when I thought about it maybe miss Potter could help me with it."
"I think he is alright." Said Hermione. "He is a grown men after all and quite busy with the tournament."
"He acts the same as always in a crowd but he is always in the companionship of miss Jerkins, and when they are alone he sounds like a automaton." The boy said.
Hermione frowned when she heard that.
"Why do you say that?" She asked.
Steven told her about wanting to talk to her uncle but hiding instead and seeing Crouch and Jerkins talk to the Durmstrang headmaster who looked like he would shit himself at the spot when they spoke with him.
Moira who had woken up pretended to sleep while listening to the boy talk.
When the boy had finished Hermione promised to talk with Moira about it.
When the boy had left Hermione said.
"What do you think?"
"There is more going on. Crouch had plans with me according to Percy but abandoned them at once a while later. And according to the boy he is acting like he is not complete there."
"You could ask Nymphadora to check it out." Said a half sleeping Parvati before using her girlfriend as a pillow again.
Moira supressed a groan while Hermione smirked.
Nymphadora Tonks had spent some time over the holidays with the three girls.
Moira had spent a lot of that time being teased about the books that were written about her. Said girl had even asked Moira to sign one of her copies to great amusement of Hermione Parvati, and their families.
The young woman that hexed you when you called her by her first name was an auror who had been the last apprentice of Alastor Moody. Had been recently partnered up with a senior auror.
"That might be for the best. If you summoned Winky and there is something wrong you would alert them." Reasoned Hermione.
Moira nodded and replied. "I will write her tonight. If what the boy says is right there might be more going on."
New York City, Rikers Island.
Justin Finch-Fletchley was not a happy teen. Rather he was an angry old man. Who had been placed in a cell in the psychiatric ward of Rikers Island.
When the police had found him they had not listened to his demands of arresting his buck teethed cousin and forcing her to restore him. No they had the gall to arrest him for various crimes. Even the judge and the jury did not listen to his demands and sentenced him to this cell.
Why had that little bitch not listened to his mother and give him the power he had needed. Did she not know that it had been his destiny to have them.
"Hello Finch, you got a letter." said a guard who pushed into the cell
"It's Finch-Fletchley and you know that." Justin said in a raspy voice.
"Sure Finch." Replied the guard with a smirk.
Justin cursed the guard in his mind along with that bitch that emptied and blocked his magical core. Walking over to the letter that laid on the ground he picked it up and started to read it. Slowly a smile formed on his face a very sinister smile.
Alexander Johnson P.O.V.
Sitting behind his desk the man known to the world as Alexander Johnson smiled. With the setback that the scriers had gained he had gotten time to focus his attention to his other plans again. Looking at the amulet he had inherited from his grandfather he smiled. Voldemort was becoming stronger again and Dumbledore was out of the picture for the moment. He hoped that the old man would stay that way for a long time. The agent that he had hired to retrieve that brat from prison had reported that she would act soon.
While the brat wasn't necessary his mother had been adamant that if the plan failed Alexander would arrange for the safety and wellbeing of her son.
Opening another envelope he saw the results of one of his agents looking for the hideout of that despicable man Nathaniel Essex.
Even in dead the man's secrets stayed that way.
What the ancestor had seen in that man he would never understand.
Spiderman P.O.V.
Swinging above the streets of New York relaxed Peter a lot. In a way it had become therapeutic for the hero known as Spider-man.
After losing M.J. the raising of Gwen his daughter fell to him and aunt May.
It was hard with him being Spider-man and working at the same time. At least the masked villains were mostly laying low. The downside was that he had not many pictures to sell to Jameson.
Harry had already offered to hire him. Peter while grateful for the offer had told her he would think about it.
Swinging along the Hudson river he saw a boat make its way from Rikers island. Intrigued he landed on a nearby warehouse.
He saw a couple of guards lead an inmate to a nearby van where a green haired teenager stood waiting for them.
Frowning under his mask he made his way across a wall to a place where he could hear their conversation.
"Here he is. Just as ordered." The leading guard said.
The green haired woman gave him a smile and said.
"Thank you gentlemen. I will make sure you get your payment."
The guard nodded while he pushed an old man forward.
"Well Finch it was nice to meet you. Until the next time."
"It's Finch-Fletchley you idiot!" snarled the old man.
"Wat ever Finch." Said the guard while walking away towards the boat
Peter grinned while he made some pictures after that he made sure his camera was secure and ready to go.
"Well a breakout with help from the guards. How interesting" he said while landing in front of the man and the woman.
The green haired woman looked at him and pulled a couple of throwing knives from somewhere. Said knives started to glow for a moment before she threw them.
Dodging them Spider-man grinned under his mask while he sent a large amount of webbing towards the pair who barely dodged it.
"Deb deal with him" yelled the green haired woman who was pulling the old men towards the van.
A moment later Spider-man dodged a shockwave just before it would have hit him.
To his surprise the blast turned around and went after him again.
Dodging the attack again he was in time to doge another shockwave.
Soon he was playing a dangerous game of dodge while various shockwaves tried to hit him.
Looking around he spotted a woman wearing a yellow with red costume. The woman gave him a mocking wave while she shot another shockwave at him.
"Does the Shocker knows you have taken his gear? He is kind of harsh on imposters." Spider-man said. The woman smirked and enlarged the shockwave that was coming his way.
Swinging over the shockwave Spider-man shot webbing at the woman's head and hit her making the woman lose control over the shockwaves for a moment.
Before Spider-man could use the moment he doubled over in nausea.
"A thing to think about Deb. Kearn to control those shockwaves of you better." Said the green haired woman who had pulled another throwing knife and was aiming at Spider-man.
While the van sped away both young women walked towards the masked hero.
With a fluid movement the green haired woman threw the knife at Spider-man.
Said knife was intercepted by a pumpkin bomb who exploded in a cloud of smoke and a moment later Spider-man found himself in the welcome arms of the Goblin who flew away while holding him.
The two women coughed while making their way out of the smoke.
"Let's get out of here. No sense in remaining waiting for the cops." Said Deb.
While touching a button on one of her gauntlets. A moment later both of them disappeared in thin air.
When both heroes returned a couple of minutes later they only found an empty street.
Hogwarts. A couple of days later.
Classes had started again and most of the students focused on their studies.
This included Moira who had found a surprising studying partner in Blaise Zabini. The boy had found himself slowly being merged in their group of friends. To their great surprise even Ron got along with him.
The Italian boy was at the moment helping the redhead with her homework on anthimacy. Much to their surprise Blaise had already sat his newt for the subject.
Moira who was happy for any assistance she could get with the hated subject offered to tutor him in exchange in charms a subject which the boy barely passed.
Hermione was at another table working on her own homework. Quietly nothing down something she had found in an old tome.
When Blaise his mother's owl landed in front of her she looked up.
"Hello Randolph has you mistress send me a letter?" she said while stroking the birds feathers. Said bird stuck out his leg while enjoying the petting.
When Hermione had removed the letter the owl flew over to Blaise and landed on his shoulder.
After reading the letter Hermione put it away and watched the owl's beak go through the boys hair. Randolph for some reason loved to lavish attention on the Slytherin boy.
Their date had been fun. But it had not worked out between them to both their regret. What remained was friendship.
She went over the letter in her mind. That her cousin had escaped was not of great importance to her. Knowing herself he might show up someday.
She admitted to herself she did not know much about her family history from her mother's side. Trying to solve this problem had not led to much results.
When she started to read again she had moved the new information to the back of her mind.
After a while she had written her homework. Making her way to the shelf she had taken the book from she saw a small book stuck between a couple of parchment. After returning the book she picked up the small book. It had no title this made her wary.
When she reached her table she put the book down and scanned it with a few spells which came up negative.
Curiosity made her open the book when she read what was written on the first page her mouth formed itself into a thin line.
"The secret battles of the founders."
Tonks P.O.V.
For the hundredth time Tonks asked herself why she promised Moira to look into Crouch. The man seemed to be attached to that Jerkins woman while not doing his job.
This would normally lead to a lot of gossip in the ministry with both being single and department heads even if one of them was at the moment only temporarily.
So far she had only the suspicion of a first year but seeing how Crouch acted made her also suspicious.
Having followed the two of them a couple of times when they went home she had been surprised that both left at different times.
Crouch his new assistant had also be quite helpful and had told her that miss Jerkins visited his boss regularly instead of sending her own assistant.
But all those visits did not warrant any further official investigation.
When she spoke to a friend of her who worked in magical travel she thought that she had hit the jackpot. Miss Jerkins seemed to be fond of the countryside and had made various trips the last couple of months.
That's why she found herself in a small village called little Hallington. Dressed far more conservative as she was used to she walked towards a house that seemed more like a shack. And her senses told her that here were wards in place.
Not wanting to alert the placer of said wards she stretched her senses hoping to find some clue.
A moment later a voice was cleared behind her.
Turning around she saw an old man stand behind her who was leaning on a walking stick.
"You are the second strange woman who is interested in the old Gaunt shack." He said while looking at her.
"What do you mean mister?" Tonks asked.
"Frank Bryce is my name young lady. A couple of months ago a strange lady also went to the shack. But she was not alone." He said in a scared voice
"How do you mean that? Was she there with someone" Tonks asked.
"She was there with a ghost. The ghost of Tom Riddle. Who was killed in the mansion alongside his parents." The man said while pointing his walking stick to a nearby manor.
Tonks raised an eyebrow at that.
"You should believe me girl. he told me that the tramps daughter who lived here had ensnared him with magic when her father and brother were away."
In Tonks mind her thoughts raced coming to a conclusion she made eye contact with the man and asked him.
"When did you see this woman and the ghost mister Bryce."
When the man told her his story she saw his memory of what had happened.
When the man was finished she gave the man a warm smile and wished him a good day before returning to the ministry.
Making her way to the records department she frowned if this was what she thought it was then it was way above her paygrade.
The second task.
The spectators had been a bit peeved when they found out that they would not see much of the second task because it was held in the lake of Hogwarts to the despair of the three champions who stood waiting on the shore. Fleur her parents, her sister Gabrielle and her boyfriend had all travelled to Hogwarts to see her compete. The evening before the task Gabrielle and Pierre had spent with their friends from summer school.
At the moment sat Pierre with Moira and Hermione and their friends watching the three champions.
When Pierre heard the announcer tell what was hidden he cursed in French,
"Those Imbéciles put a unconscious veela in a lake." He spat out in heavily accented English.
Moira raised an eyebrow at Pierre, The boy usually spoke English with a barely noticeable accent
Hermione nodded in agreement to the disgust of her French friend.
When the three champions had entered the lake the waiting had started.
The only view the organisers had arranged showed a view of the merfolk village.
They saw their friends float in the water while being guarded by the villager of the underwater village. It seemed peaceful.
After a while they saw Cedric appear who cut his girlfriend Cho Chang free and left the village with her.
Soon Fleur appeared also having used gillyweed to grow gills and webbed hands and feet. She was closely followed by Viktor.
Both of them left the village with their hostage at the same time.
Just as the time limit expired Cedric appeared by the shore while pulling Cho with him who awoke with a scream finding herself in the ice cold water when the charms that had been placed on her vanished.
Soon they were followed by the other champions.
To their surprise Viktor won the task with his partial transfiguration.
In second place came Cedric and Fleur came in last place.
When Pierre and the others reached Fleur and her sister the boy was glaring and softly growling at his headmistress who gave the boy a very strict look.
Hermione grinned when she said that the glare of Pierre looked a lot like the way Moira looked at mature veelas when she had a bad day.
This led to a scowling Moira and a round of laughter for the rest of her friends.
A.N.
Another chapter done. Reviews are welcome.
