---London, England---
---Malfoy Manor---
Lucius Malfoy walked into the living room. As he passed the bathroom, he saw his wife Narcissa washing her face. He did a double-take and went behind her. "Narcissa?"
She stood upright, surprised. She had a sullen look on her face. "Ohh..hi. *Good* morning." She wiped her head with a towel. "I'm going to leave soon, but I should be back later this afternoon." She frowned.
"Is something wrong?" He had recalled seeing her acting a bit awkward for the last few days.
"No..not really. It's just that..you'd think I was crazy and lock me up. Not that I wouldn't past you."
"No, go on. Talk, tell me all about it."
"Well..when I was a little girl, I had unusual dreams. No, more like nightmares. I'd wake up scared, the visions felt so realistic. I stopped having them in my teen years..it's been so long, I'd forgotten them."
"And..what's wrong *now*?"
"They're coming back. Only, they're more intense now. More violent."
"And..what happens in these dreams?"
"I..I'm in another place. Another time, before Muggle technology. Actually, I get the impression that it's LONG before Hogwarts was founded. I'm different, too. I look the same physically. Blond hair, blue eyes, attractive body, but..it's my clothes. I wear a warrior outfit, black leather, kind of like a dominatrix. And I ride a horse. Also, there's usually an army marching behind me. I march into villages, burning them down and..and..killing everyone." She shook her head, trying to not show emotion. "It's creepy, she's very sadistic and cruel. The dreams are usually about her raiding villages..she also talked quite a bit about getting revenge on what happened to her family..I think her village was called Cirra, they were killed years before by another conqueror, some dark-haired wench who turned good. But later, my visions changed."
"How so?"
"She was stronger. She was some kind of goddess, shooting fire at her enemies. I don't understand!"
"Should we call the Ministry of Magic? I think they could find out what's going on. Maybe a truth-reveal spell-"
"No! This is private. It should be dealt with by us, within our family."
He relented, "Fine..alright."
"However..could you keep this a secret from..You-Know-Who? Just
until I know more about this. It would be better then, when we have more information about it. Then again, he probably wouldn't want to be bothered by..personal problems. He might think this to be too trivial to concern himself with, and then reprove you for bringing it up. As I said, it should be taken care of from within *us*."
"Yes, I agree. Did you..have you ever learned what your name is in this dream? Who is this avenging conqueror?"
"Not sure..um..I know she was called Warrior Queen. I think..ah. Call, Calli-something..uh..oh, I remember now. Callisto."
"Hmm. I'm afraid I do not understand it either. Well, don't worry too much about it. It probably won't last..dreams rarely stay for long. And..ahh.." He felt a throbbing pain in his temple.
A voice spoke to him, {"Lucius! Come, I have urgent business for you!!"}
"If you'll excuse me, I need to take care of something." He walked
towards the kitchen, making his way to the door leading to the basement. He opened it and ran down the stairs. He walked to the cement wall and touched three of the bricks on it..a portion of the wall opened up, revealing a secret passage.
The wall closed itself behind him.
He took a wand from his coat and waved it. "Lumio!"
Light illuminated the dark atmosphere, showing the contents of the dank room. There were shelves and crates full of many ancient artifacts. The rumors were true; this place is where he had stored the tomes and objects of the Dark Arts. No one could prove it, but there was a dark aura around the mansion, which enables Voldemort to
contact his followers here.
Lucius was now wearing a hooded, black robe with a red design on
the top. He walked over to one of the tables and took five green candles. He held a piece of chalk in his hand. He knelt down and drew a circle with magic symbols and letters around it, then set the candles at certain points on the outside. "Tempos perditum est. Eternus, consecratio, revelo espiritu Voldemort bar Dahak." He stood up and pointed at the circle, then raised his arms. "Lord of all evil, hear me call. Servant of evil, I was and I am. I appeal to the will of Darkness Incarnate, to the One Great Evil, show me thy power. Lord Voldemort, show me thy will, come to your servant. Your servant, Lucius Horatio Malfoy, summons thee, hear my call. I await your order, in the name of Dahak, show me thy will. Thy will be done."
In a few minutes, the candle flames shot up, then the fire traced the circle. smoke billowed from the symbol. Finally, an ethereal image appeared, dressed in a familiar dark robe..Lord Voldemort. "Malfoy.."
Lucius knelt before his master. "My lord! You mentioned a matter of
urgent business. Command me now, great lord, and it shall be done."
"Some new events have come into play. We have a new ally, one who will benefit my cause a great deal. A powerful shamaness named Alti, she will lead us to victory. I want you to perform a ritual on her behalf."
"Do you wish me to speak with this..Alti?"
"She died. However, unlike us, death is a mere setback to her. This is one thing that makes her dangerous."
"And, may I ask..what are the other things?"
"She has great supernatural powers. If she so desires, to curse a person, preventing their soul from passing over to their eternal fate. Also, each time she is reborn..each time she returns through the karmic circle, her power grows even stronger than before."
He arched an eyebrow. "Hmm..I see. Reincarnation." He remembered
his conversation with Narcissa. "Yes, interesting that you mention it."
"Why?"
He shook his head, trying to convince his lord. "No reason in particular. I just heard a few things about it. It's a fascinating religious concept."
"Yes. Well, my orders are simply this: Alti must return to the world of the living, that she may better serve my will. Bring Alti's ashes here. They are at Jones Junk Scrap..a junkyard in Los Angeles, California. You will also need her soul, I will send her to you. And last, you will require a potion formula. Restorusa Espirito.."
He gasped. "Right. I'll ask Snape for the potion, as he is best qualified to create it. Uhh..yes! Yes, of course. Is that for a restoration spell? Resurrection and restoration of one's spirit, to reform the body and soul of a person?"
"That is correct."
"But..but I thought..such a spell was nearly impossible. Most wizards cannot attempt it, they-"
The entity smiled. "Ahh, but you are not 'most wizards', are you? You have other sources besides Hogwarts. There ARE, if you have not
forgotten, schools which emphasize use of the Dark Arts. Remember?"
"Ah..of course! Durmstang. I do have a few contacts over there. I will require them to come here, to assist me in this task. I will make preparations immediately."
"I *know* you will. One last thing..Pansy Parkinson should be reminded that the spirit world is not to be trespassed upon by amateurs. She interfered in our conversation, between Alti and I..naturally, she had to be punished. You would do well to remind your son of this as well, considering that he and Pansy work together, not to mention their destiny at my side."
"Yes, master. I'll get right on it." He waved his hands at the smoke.
Voldemort's image dissipated, as he returned to the spirit world.
Lucius sat at one of the tables. He took a charmed vial-shaped object. "There. This should contain all her ashes." He wrapped it up in a small package. "There. Now, I only need give this to an owl. Pakria.." He opened a cage.
The owl flew out, landing on the man's wrist.
"Here. Take this to..Jones Junk Scrap. Los Angeles, California. United States. Search for a pile of magical ashes, then use this vial to contain them. Just coo once to activate the device. When it is done, return here. Go." He handed it to his pet.
The owl took it in one of it's talons. For some reason, the vial appeared to be glued to him. The bird flew out the upper window, on its way to the States.
Lucius smiled. "Good..very good. Soon, my lord shall return to power. Then the world shall be *mine*." He laughed to himself, pleased at his actions.
---Scotland, UK---
---Hogwarts---
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in the Dungeon.
Malfoy had been close behind them with his two buddies. "Ooh, Weasley!" He pointed to a troll locked in a cell. "There's your mom!"
"*What*?!" Ron whirled around, but Harry grabbed him.
Hermione said, "Ron! Just ignore him. Snape could be watching."
The Harry Trio was doing thing their best to ignore Draco's rude remarks. Hermione said with a smile, "So, let's see here..Harry had a dream about two girls kicking a gang of bandits around like rag dolls?"
Harry said, "That's right. Actually..the dark-haired one did most of the fighting. She was very good at it. She's..dangerous, but in a good way. The neatest part was that round thing she threw around."
Ron said, "Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. What is that?"
Harry shrugged, "Not sure. It looked like a ring, but it had a curved line through it. it could split up, then come back. She threw it, it bounces off about six to eight things, then it *always* comes back to her hand."
Hermione exclaimed, "A chakram!"
Harry and Ron said in unison, "A *what*?"
"Chakram." Hermione explained, "It's an ancient weapon. I read about it in one of the library books about Roman times. Hey! I wonder..hmm, I wonder if your dream will have any coincidental stuff about true history? I'll check it out later. So, Harry..what else?"
Harry said, "Not much else. Just this guy making plans, he wants this Xena girl to return to him. He was called Ares, I think."
Hermione nodded in recognition. "Oh, right. He was one of the Olympian gods of Greek mythology. I read about him in the Illiad, which was written by Homer. Ares was known as the God of War."
Harry went on, as he noticed the Potions class closer now, "The woman was feared by the men when they learned who she was."
Hermione asked, "And who..was she?"
"They named some titles. Destroyer of Nations sounds creepy, also
Xena the Conquerer. Oh, and Warrior Princess."
Draco was about to hurl another insult, when he overheard Harry's
description. **'Destroyer of Nations'? Why does that sound so familiar?**
Harry said, "There was also mention of Eli, Michael..the warrior woman's daughter was named Eve, Messenger of Eli..whatever THAT means! Anyway, their lead bandit insulted the daughter's name, only it was Livia."
Ron asked, "Maybe she changed her name?"
Harry shrugged, "Oh well. He referred to Livia as..and excuse my
language here..the Bitch of Rome."
They heard a shout. "POTTER!!" It was Snape. "Being a celebrity does not entitle one to possess a loose tongue. Twenty points from Gryffindor, for casual use of profanity."
Harry protested, "But Professor, I was..I mean, it was about a dream, something-"
Snape smiled. "Another ten points for wasting my time. Care to push
it..*Potter*?
The Boy Who Lived shook his head, embarrassed. "No, sir." He went
inside, followed by Ron and Hermione.
Draco, with Crabbe and Goyle, laughed to themselves. "Aww, poor
Potter. Hey, guys..me thinks Potter has a potty mouth!" They were
apparently amused at Harry's verbal mistake. They nodded at Snape as
they entered the room, who in turn smiled back at them.
Hermione shot Malfoy a dirty look. She whispered, "I swear, if Snape wasn't here now.."
Harry tapped her on the shoulder, as he took his seat beside his friends. "No, it's alright..Malfoy isn't worth it. Don't worry about it. I should have been more careful."
Ron said, "But Harry! It wasn't your fault. You were just telling us what you heard, and besides, I'm sure it's nothing that anybody here hasn't heard before-"
Snape, who stood in front of the room, frowned at them. "Five points from Gryffindor, talking in my classroom. That won't do."
She glanced down, avoiding eye contact.
Malfoy snickered with his pals, followed by the rest of the Slytherins.
---Malfoy Manor---
Lucius Malfoy walked into the living room. As he passed the bathroom, he saw his wife Narcissa washing her face. He did a double-take and went behind her. "Narcissa?"
She stood upright, surprised. She had a sullen look on her face. "Ohh..hi. *Good* morning." She wiped her head with a towel. "I'm going to leave soon, but I should be back later this afternoon." She frowned.
"Is something wrong?" He had recalled seeing her acting a bit awkward for the last few days.
"No..not really. It's just that..you'd think I was crazy and lock me up. Not that I wouldn't past you."
"No, go on. Talk, tell me all about it."
"Well..when I was a little girl, I had unusual dreams. No, more like nightmares. I'd wake up scared, the visions felt so realistic. I stopped having them in my teen years..it's been so long, I'd forgotten them."
"And..what's wrong *now*?"
"They're coming back. Only, they're more intense now. More violent."
"And..what happens in these dreams?"
"I..I'm in another place. Another time, before Muggle technology. Actually, I get the impression that it's LONG before Hogwarts was founded. I'm different, too. I look the same physically. Blond hair, blue eyes, attractive body, but..it's my clothes. I wear a warrior outfit, black leather, kind of like a dominatrix. And I ride a horse. Also, there's usually an army marching behind me. I march into villages, burning them down and..and..killing everyone." She shook her head, trying to not show emotion. "It's creepy, she's very sadistic and cruel. The dreams are usually about her raiding villages..she also talked quite a bit about getting revenge on what happened to her family..I think her village was called Cirra, they were killed years before by another conqueror, some dark-haired wench who turned good. But later, my visions changed."
"How so?"
"She was stronger. She was some kind of goddess, shooting fire at her enemies. I don't understand!"
"Should we call the Ministry of Magic? I think they could find out what's going on. Maybe a truth-reveal spell-"
"No! This is private. It should be dealt with by us, within our family."
He relented, "Fine..alright."
"However..could you keep this a secret from..You-Know-Who? Just
until I know more about this. It would be better then, when we have more information about it. Then again, he probably wouldn't want to be bothered by..personal problems. He might think this to be too trivial to concern himself with, and then reprove you for bringing it up. As I said, it should be taken care of from within *us*."
"Yes, I agree. Did you..have you ever learned what your name is in this dream? Who is this avenging conqueror?"
"Not sure..um..I know she was called Warrior Queen. I think..ah. Call, Calli-something..uh..oh, I remember now. Callisto."
"Hmm. I'm afraid I do not understand it either. Well, don't worry too much about it. It probably won't last..dreams rarely stay for long. And..ahh.." He felt a throbbing pain in his temple.
A voice spoke to him, {"Lucius! Come, I have urgent business for you!!"}
"If you'll excuse me, I need to take care of something." He walked
towards the kitchen, making his way to the door leading to the basement. He opened it and ran down the stairs. He walked to the cement wall and touched three of the bricks on it..a portion of the wall opened up, revealing a secret passage.
The wall closed itself behind him.
He took a wand from his coat and waved it. "Lumio!"
Light illuminated the dark atmosphere, showing the contents of the dank room. There were shelves and crates full of many ancient artifacts. The rumors were true; this place is where he had stored the tomes and objects of the Dark Arts. No one could prove it, but there was a dark aura around the mansion, which enables Voldemort to
contact his followers here.
Lucius was now wearing a hooded, black robe with a red design on
the top. He walked over to one of the tables and took five green candles. He held a piece of chalk in his hand. He knelt down and drew a circle with magic symbols and letters around it, then set the candles at certain points on the outside. "Tempos perditum est. Eternus, consecratio, revelo espiritu Voldemort bar Dahak." He stood up and pointed at the circle, then raised his arms. "Lord of all evil, hear me call. Servant of evil, I was and I am. I appeal to the will of Darkness Incarnate, to the One Great Evil, show me thy power. Lord Voldemort, show me thy will, come to your servant. Your servant, Lucius Horatio Malfoy, summons thee, hear my call. I await your order, in the name of Dahak, show me thy will. Thy will be done."
In a few minutes, the candle flames shot up, then the fire traced the circle. smoke billowed from the symbol. Finally, an ethereal image appeared, dressed in a familiar dark robe..Lord Voldemort. "Malfoy.."
Lucius knelt before his master. "My lord! You mentioned a matter of
urgent business. Command me now, great lord, and it shall be done."
"Some new events have come into play. We have a new ally, one who will benefit my cause a great deal. A powerful shamaness named Alti, she will lead us to victory. I want you to perform a ritual on her behalf."
"Do you wish me to speak with this..Alti?"
"She died. However, unlike us, death is a mere setback to her. This is one thing that makes her dangerous."
"And, may I ask..what are the other things?"
"She has great supernatural powers. If she so desires, to curse a person, preventing their soul from passing over to their eternal fate. Also, each time she is reborn..each time she returns through the karmic circle, her power grows even stronger than before."
He arched an eyebrow. "Hmm..I see. Reincarnation." He remembered
his conversation with Narcissa. "Yes, interesting that you mention it."
"Why?"
He shook his head, trying to convince his lord. "No reason in particular. I just heard a few things about it. It's a fascinating religious concept."
"Yes. Well, my orders are simply this: Alti must return to the world of the living, that she may better serve my will. Bring Alti's ashes here. They are at Jones Junk Scrap..a junkyard in Los Angeles, California. You will also need her soul, I will send her to you. And last, you will require a potion formula. Restorusa Espirito.."
He gasped. "Right. I'll ask Snape for the potion, as he is best qualified to create it. Uhh..yes! Yes, of course. Is that for a restoration spell? Resurrection and restoration of one's spirit, to reform the body and soul of a person?"
"That is correct."
"But..but I thought..such a spell was nearly impossible. Most wizards cannot attempt it, they-"
The entity smiled. "Ahh, but you are not 'most wizards', are you? You have other sources besides Hogwarts. There ARE, if you have not
forgotten, schools which emphasize use of the Dark Arts. Remember?"
"Ah..of course! Durmstang. I do have a few contacts over there. I will require them to come here, to assist me in this task. I will make preparations immediately."
"I *know* you will. One last thing..Pansy Parkinson should be reminded that the spirit world is not to be trespassed upon by amateurs. She interfered in our conversation, between Alti and I..naturally, she had to be punished. You would do well to remind your son of this as well, considering that he and Pansy work together, not to mention their destiny at my side."
"Yes, master. I'll get right on it." He waved his hands at the smoke.
Voldemort's image dissipated, as he returned to the spirit world.
Lucius sat at one of the tables. He took a charmed vial-shaped object. "There. This should contain all her ashes." He wrapped it up in a small package. "There. Now, I only need give this to an owl. Pakria.." He opened a cage.
The owl flew out, landing on the man's wrist.
"Here. Take this to..Jones Junk Scrap. Los Angeles, California. United States. Search for a pile of magical ashes, then use this vial to contain them. Just coo once to activate the device. When it is done, return here. Go." He handed it to his pet.
The owl took it in one of it's talons. For some reason, the vial appeared to be glued to him. The bird flew out the upper window, on its way to the States.
Lucius smiled. "Good..very good. Soon, my lord shall return to power. Then the world shall be *mine*." He laughed to himself, pleased at his actions.
---Scotland, UK---
---Hogwarts---
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in the Dungeon.
Malfoy had been close behind them with his two buddies. "Ooh, Weasley!" He pointed to a troll locked in a cell. "There's your mom!"
"*What*?!" Ron whirled around, but Harry grabbed him.
Hermione said, "Ron! Just ignore him. Snape could be watching."
The Harry Trio was doing thing their best to ignore Draco's rude remarks. Hermione said with a smile, "So, let's see here..Harry had a dream about two girls kicking a gang of bandits around like rag dolls?"
Harry said, "That's right. Actually..the dark-haired one did most of the fighting. She was very good at it. She's..dangerous, but in a good way. The neatest part was that round thing she threw around."
Ron said, "Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. What is that?"
Harry shrugged, "Not sure. It looked like a ring, but it had a curved line through it. it could split up, then come back. She threw it, it bounces off about six to eight things, then it *always* comes back to her hand."
Hermione exclaimed, "A chakram!"
Harry and Ron said in unison, "A *what*?"
"Chakram." Hermione explained, "It's an ancient weapon. I read about it in one of the library books about Roman times. Hey! I wonder..hmm, I wonder if your dream will have any coincidental stuff about true history? I'll check it out later. So, Harry..what else?"
Harry said, "Not much else. Just this guy making plans, he wants this Xena girl to return to him. He was called Ares, I think."
Hermione nodded in recognition. "Oh, right. He was one of the Olympian gods of Greek mythology. I read about him in the Illiad, which was written by Homer. Ares was known as the God of War."
Harry went on, as he noticed the Potions class closer now, "The woman was feared by the men when they learned who she was."
Hermione asked, "And who..was she?"
"They named some titles. Destroyer of Nations sounds creepy, also
Xena the Conquerer. Oh, and Warrior Princess."
Draco was about to hurl another insult, when he overheard Harry's
description. **'Destroyer of Nations'? Why does that sound so familiar?**
Harry said, "There was also mention of Eli, Michael..the warrior woman's daughter was named Eve, Messenger of Eli..whatever THAT means! Anyway, their lead bandit insulted the daughter's name, only it was Livia."
Ron asked, "Maybe she changed her name?"
Harry shrugged, "Oh well. He referred to Livia as..and excuse my
language here..the Bitch of Rome."
They heard a shout. "POTTER!!" It was Snape. "Being a celebrity does not entitle one to possess a loose tongue. Twenty points from Gryffindor, for casual use of profanity."
Harry protested, "But Professor, I was..I mean, it was about a dream, something-"
Snape smiled. "Another ten points for wasting my time. Care to push
it..*Potter*?
The Boy Who Lived shook his head, embarrassed. "No, sir." He went
inside, followed by Ron and Hermione.
Draco, with Crabbe and Goyle, laughed to themselves. "Aww, poor
Potter. Hey, guys..me thinks Potter has a potty mouth!" They were
apparently amused at Harry's verbal mistake. They nodded at Snape as
they entered the room, who in turn smiled back at them.
Hermione shot Malfoy a dirty look. She whispered, "I swear, if Snape wasn't here now.."
Harry tapped her on the shoulder, as he took his seat beside his friends. "No, it's alright..Malfoy isn't worth it. Don't worry about it. I should have been more careful."
Ron said, "But Harry! It wasn't your fault. You were just telling us what you heard, and besides, I'm sure it's nothing that anybody here hasn't heard before-"
Snape, who stood in front of the room, frowned at them. "Five points from Gryffindor, talking in my classroom. That won't do."
She glanced down, avoiding eye contact.
Malfoy snickered with his pals, followed by the rest of the Slytherins.
