Part 3
Dumbledore's POV:
I looked at the white haired girl seated across from me. She looked to be around 17-20 years of age, with pale skin and blue/gray eyes.
"So you want to know who and what I am, huh? And where I'm from as well I suppose."
Her voice was mild, but with a cold undercurrent to it. This was obviously not a topic she wanted to go into.
"Answers are needed, yes," I replied. We waited as she began, speaking in a flippant tone.
Krish'Na's POV:
They want answers? Fine.
"All right, here's it in a nut shell. I'm from a world that around 300 years prior to my birth, was almost identical to what this world is now. Then something happened. I don't know if it was freed by a magic wielder, created by a bio-geneticist, or if it was a military weapon, or what, but this... THING called Anslisax showed up. In six days it wiped out every major city in the world, and the plagues that followed reduced the worlds populace to around a tenth of a percent.
"After that advanced technology was banned and the world reverted to a medieval society. A horse drawn wagon, or a draw bridge are about the most advanced things you'll find there."
"That doesn't tell us what we need to know."
I glared at the woman who was seated with us in the office. I don't need to be a genius to know she's from the Ministry of Magic. Well lady, chew on this.
"I'm getting to that. My father stopped Anslisax, sealing it away behind 4 spells that would take more power than everyone in this school combined possesses. But to do so required a sacrifice. My father is now immortal. You can kill him, but he won't stay dead. He spent the following years watching as all he cared for wither and die.
"Eventually he met my mother, and I came along. And when I was 15, we discovered that his immortality had carried over to me.
"As for how I came to be here, I and my mother were attacked while we were in the field near our home. He... killed my mother and tried to do the same to me. When he discovered he could not remove me from his plans that way, he sealed me inside of an infants shell, and banished me to this world.
"The spell SHOULD have destroyed me when the shell was killed. I don't yet know how I survived, but I did and I intend to find my way back to my world."
I gazed at Dumbledore and the woman imperiously, one brow raised in an arrogant manner, my face set in a cold mask. "Is that enough for you? Or do you wish a blow by blow account of my mother's murder?"
The gray bearded man looked more that a little disturbed. I could tell that he didn't wish to continue this line of questions.
"What do you wish to do now?" he asked.
"I'll try to work out a spell to get me home. And meanwhile, I'd like to continue Potion's class. I find it rather fascinating."
"Potions class?"
"Yes. Snape is a brilliant teacher."
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Dumbledore insisted that I be given a privet room, seeing as I have the body of a 20 year old, and the life experience of someone over 50.
I gave Draco and Pansy the password to my room, and moved all my things in. After that, I created new clothing for my self. Then it was off to flying class. Ugh. I think I need to show off a bit.
Madam Hooch's POV:
I gaped at the white haired girl as she flew rings around the other students. With out a broom. The control and precision of the spell she was using was breath-taking. Never before had I or any of the teaching staff at Hogworts seen such a blatant display of power and knowledge.
I had little choice but to declare that Krish'Na would not be required to use a broom again, or attend the class in the future. It would have been an excursive in futility and absurdity.
Krish'Na's POV:
Heh, it was fun making Hooch's eye twitch. Plus it got me a free period so I can look for Home.
I hit the library, and started researching a possible spell combination to get me home. As I scanned through ancient texts, I dredged my memory for any and all magical lore that applied.
I had the sinking feeling that I was going to have to create a new spell. Something that was far more dangerous than it sounded. New magic was unpredictable, you had no way of knowing just how it would react in any given case.
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Ah Christmas. A holiday that I actually like. It's rather like Winter Solicits. It's dinner time, and all of the students that don't have the opportunity to go home for the holiday are seated at the Gryffindor table. I wish Draco was here, but his father insisted he come home.
Oh well, I'll talk to him with the charm I enchanted and gave him. All I need is a bit of ink and a bowl of water. I nibbled at some roasted turkey, not really listening to the conversations going on at the table.
My thoughts were focused on the problem of how to get back to my world. So far all of my attempts had failed. Nothing seemed to work. If only I had a stronger magical connection to my home world, but it seamed my imprisonment had all but erased such ties.
Hermione's POV:
I watched as the white haired Slytherin scribbled away at a parchment. She seemed frustrated over it, maybe I could help.
"Do you need help with that? Is it homework?"
"Hm? No, it's a personal project."
"Maybe I can help?"
"Weeeeeell... Sure, why not. I'm trying to cobble together a spell to get me home. The problem is I don't know what the spell that bastard used to send me here, and my connection with MY world is almost gone."
"So you can't back track it."
"Right. I have around 40 years or more of magical study under my mother and father, and I'm drawing a total blank."
I blinked at that. 40 years? How old was she? A shake of my head and I dispelled the thought. How to get word to her family. My parents were remodeling our home, and had asked me to stay at the school this year. I missed them horribly, and could only begin to imagine what it was like for her.
A rustle of wings caught my attention as an owl flew to the twins.
"It's to bad that you don't have a messenger to get word to your father. Or a tie to a magical message service."
I trailed off as an indistinguishable look passed over Krish'Na's face. I hope I hadn't offended her.
Krish'Na's POV:
Oh my dear, sweat gods. This girl. She's...
"Hermione? Has any one ever told you that you are a complete and total genius?"
I hopped to my feet and swung her up into the air. I laughed as I twirled around, holding her aloft. "I could kiss you! But I won't cause I don't swing that way!"
I set her on her feet, and took off from the dining hall, laughing like a loon. Why the hells hadn't I thought of that sooner? Elemental spirits can pass between the realms. I had more than a few bound to me. No reason I couldn't just send one to deliver a message to Papa, Arshe, or Kal-chan.
There are days that I think my brain died and never revived with the rest of me.
Hermione's POV:
As she sprinted off, all I could think was 'What did I say?'
Harry looked at me, a question in his eyes.
"I have no idea."
Snape's POV:
I found her in the Slytherin common room, pouring over several texts from the library. She looked up at my approach. "Professor! Just the man I wanted to see."
"Oh? What is it you need?"
"I may have found a way to, at the vary least, get a message home to my family."
"Would this have anything to do with your sudden outburst at dinner?"
"That Gryffindor girl is far too intelligent to be in that house. Far too clever. She should have been a Slytherin."
I could only smile at that. I had found myself thinking the vary same thing many a time.
"How will you do it?"
Krish'Na's POV:
I outlined my plan to the professor, and the mechanics of the spell. He was suitably impressed. Then came the reason I needed his help.
"It cannot be done inside of the school grounds, because of the wards. Even if I just by pass them, it could cause a gap in the school's defenses. Also, I want to construct a containment circle just in case. I'll need help setting it all up, and a safe place to do it. Any ideas?"
It took some doing, but the headmaster agreed to have Hagrid take me into a near by wizard's village. I'd set up the circle there and summon one of my lightning beasts. It would be a simple task to send it to Arshe with word of my being alive and stranded.
Once that was done, I'd be able to establish contact and get home.
Hagrid's POV:
I watched as the girl craft the magic circle in amazement. She had purchased each and every item she needed with practiced ease, haggling down prices, and searching out all she needed. Then we walked for half an hour to get to a secluded location for the spell.
In the middle of nowhere, snow all around us. She was more than just picky about it, not that I could blame the lass. This could well be her one chance to reach her home.
She cast a spell she called Raven, and floating above the ground, drew the two circles of containment and one of summoning. A handy trick that. No way of accidentally tracking up her work.
Outside of the circles, she placed burning candles and incense. Carefully drawn wards were set at the compass points, surrounded by ground quarts dust.
I was amazed! She was not only covering the possibility that the thing she was gong to summon might try to get away or attack me, but also the possibility that You Know Who might feel what she was doing.
Krish'Na's POV:
I finished the circle and turned to Hagrid. "This is important Hagrid, so listen carefully. No matter what happens, don't brake the circle or try to interfere. The lightning beast I'm going to summon is bound to me and there for can't harm me, but we don't want it to get loose."
He nodded and I began. Standing within the outer circle of the three circle ward, I enacted the summoning of Farros, a mid level Beast I had bound when I was in my twenties. With a blinding bolt of lightning from a clear blue sky, it appeared.
= what is your wish, mistress? =
"I wish you to travel to the world I first bound you in, and seek out the Half Dark Elf, Arshis Ne. You will inform her that I live, and am in another realm. You will then give her this amulet. Do you understand?"
= yes mistress. =
"Good. Now go."
The elemental beast vanished much as it had appeared, leaving scorched earth and melted snow in its wake.
I dismantled the circle and packed up my supplies. "Well Hagrid, let's head back to the school."
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A week passed as I continued with day to day life. With Christmas over, classes started again. Potions Class and DADA were two of my favorites. Draco, Pansy and I would spend time together in the library discussing magic theory, all the while pretending not to notice when Harry or Ron spied on us with an invisibility cloak.
Something was bothering Draco, but every time I asked about it he clamed up, a haunted look in his eyes.
I had a vary bad feeling as to what it was. Voldemort was back, and it was no secrete that Draco's father had served the madman. Draco was afraid, most likely of the prospect of what his father might ask of him.
Could the man expect Draco to become a Deatheater? Or was Voldemort planing to have Draco hand me over to him? It wasn't completely unrealistic. Draco and I were friends, that was common knowledge.
I'd need to talk to the little dragon later, when we had a moment alone.
