Peter Rabbit'

(A/N: Ok, ok I know)

Harry Potter'

Prof McGonagall looked at Dumbledore who just shrugged. She conjured up a stretcher and together began the walk back to the castle.

The Burrow:

The burrow hadn't seemed to change over the year. But, appearances could be deceptive. A new array of security wards were put up all around the place. As well as on the individuals who were residing in it.

Harry and Ron were playing chess in Ron's room. The Wizarding chess board lay on the bed with both players concentrating on the board.

'I don't know why I even bother playing against you Ron' said Harry moving a screaming and struggling pawn forward.

'Because, we have nothing better to do' replied Ron, who's Knight charged the pawn with its lance, smashing it off the board.

Harry sighed it had been a week since he had arrived at the burrow. The Dursleys were more than glad to be rid of him.

'Check' said Ron bringing Harry back to the present.

'Um' said Harry, knowing that his options were limited. His chess pieces were giving him funny looks. In the end he moved his King a pace to the right. A smile crossed Ron's face as he moved in for the kill.

'Checkmate!' said Ron as Harry's king fainted on the spot.

'Ron, can we play something else, I've lost enough times to last for life' said Harry frustrated at his inability to play chess.

'Alright Harry' said Ron packing up the chess set. The pieces were automatically repairing themselves.

'So, what do you want to play' said Ron

'I don't know Ron, what are the options?' asked Harry

'Well we could play Monopoly' said Ron

'You have 'Monopoly' in the wizarding world?' asked Harry raising his eyebrows.

'Of course its been around for centuries!' exclaimed Ron. 'I'll go get the board'

'Sure!' said Harry glad to have some entertainment other than loosing. Lately he had a lot on his mind. I have to stop seeking distraction he scolded himself. Learn to be with oneself in peace. Ah but how can you be in peace when you keep thinking about him? A voice said in his mind, He has risen again.

Harry's mind was filled with pictures from the past and with them a myriad of emotions, ranging from horror to guilt. The events of the previous year had left a permanent mental scar on Harry, not a night had passed when he did not have nightmares. They were getting more and more real by the day. One consolation he thought, at least your scar has been quiet.

Ron returned with a very odd circular board. He opened the centre, to reveal a three dimensional board which surrounded the players.

'Wow!' said Harry 'Muggle monopoly is nothing like this'. Instead of the two-dimensional squares there were proper, miniature replicas of the properties. Each complete and working with little men coming and going.

'We better shift to a proper table' said Ron 'It gets kind of difficult playing on the bed'. So the duo marched downstairs to the living room where a circular table marked the centre. They put the board down and re-opened it.

'I think we need a few more players' said Harry.

'Fred and George have gone to Hogsmeade to work on their new shop, Mom and Dad are out somewhere to a Ministry party. The only one left is Ginny' Ron said the last name aloud.

'You sound like the sorting hat' commented Harry, as a now very good looking fourth year young Ginny shouted back 'What is it?'

'Want to play Monopoly?' asked Ron shouting back.

'Sure' came the reply. Ginny walked downstairs and joined the two boys.

It's amazing how much she has changed thought Harry. No longer the quiet girl who had a crush on him throughout her first and second year. Over the week he had become quite close to her.

'Right everyone knows the rules …

A dark room

Rowetek paced the floor, his plan was complete. With his aid, the side of evil would rise with new and unbelievable power on earth. He wished he didn't have to involve Aztira directly (the only possible flaw), but the bet would not be sealed without the other's knowledge or consent.

For years they stuck me to this pathetic task, the realm of the mortals. Power over a bunch of feeble beings was nothing. Around the Universe ranging from Humans to Draconians, intellect of insects and power of maggots. Even then there was scope for some fun, but the realm of justice controlled by that fool Aztira always interjected.

A horrible smirk appeared on his face, soon the bet will be won and Aztira in the mortal world would then come under his control.

Hospital Wing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Madam Pomfrey rushed to help bring the stretcher in. The patient was placed on a bed.

'Who is he?' asked Madam Pomfrey

'Alas, that is the question we would all like answered' said Dumbledore.

'Surely, they must be some sort of identification' said Madam Pomfrey, checking the patients vital signs.

Dumbledore searched through the strange dress the man was weaning. He found a bracelet in one of the pockets with an inscription. But apart from that there was nothing to indicate the origins of the stranger.

'What happened to him' asked Madam Pomfrey continuing with her examination.

'He simply fell from the sky' said Prof McGonagall.

'How is he, Poppy?' asked Dumbledore.

'He couldn't have fallen from the sky! There is no damage to his body! He had passed out die to exhaustion' said Madam Pomfrey.

Prof McGonagall and Dumbledore were shocked. There was a small creator where they had found him.

'Let me try something' said Dumbledore finally.

He took out a small pin and pricked one of the stranger's fingers. A drop of blood rose to the surface. A second later it was sucked back into the body and the small wound immediately healed.

Madam Pomfrey looked at the phenomenon memorized; perfect self healing the ultimate goal of medicine.

'How?' she asked simply.

'Well, he's not a vampire' said Prof McGonagall 'He was out in the sun, if he was one he would be dead'

 'Give time to rest' said Dumbledore 'We can ask him all our questions once he wakes up'. He took out his wand and muttered a few words. A visible sphere surrounded the bed.

'Just in case' he said 'Poppy only you can go in and out, please inform me of any change in his situation'.

Madam Pomfrey nodded. Dumbledore and McGonagall exited from the room.

The Burrow Night time:

Harry and Ron lay asleep tired from the day's events. Harry's nightmare soon started to begin.

There was a room in a house. The room was plain painted with white. A crystal ball lay in its centre. Harry turned around to see the now familiar figure of Voldemort approaching. Harry gave out a gasping sound, but Voldemort did not react. He walked passed Harry towards the ball.

A figure that Harry did not recognize appeared next to the ball.

'I see you have received my gift' said Rowetek.

'Yes, but why do you aid me such' replied Voldemort 'Who are you and what do you gain?'

'That is of no concern to you, but let's just say my victory lies in yours' said Rowetek in an arrogant tone.

'Fine' said Voldemort

'Follow the instructions carefully' said Rowetek 'the ball of Istarus, is a dangerous object'. Saying that Rowetek disappeared

Voldemort put his snake like gnarled hand on the ball. He then looked up and gave a horrifying evil laugh. Harry woke up, his scar was burning.

Author: Okay long chapter long chapter. I expect and hope for many and long reviews in return. Thank you to those who have already reviewed, this chapter is the result of your reviewing. The more you review the more chapters will be put up! :D