Chapter Thirteen: I am sending someone else.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I also don't own anything Dragon Lance, Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman do. So leave me alone and stop bugging me about it. Just read the fan- fiction and be happy. This chapter isn't silly. It is a real plot mover. or would be if this thing had a plot.
Professor Majere stood in Dumbledore's office. He looked with interest at the phoenix beside his chair. It was in its full beauty, but all the gold eyes saw was a swirl of flame, birth, beauty, and again flame. All this passed before his eyes at an almost dizzying rate. Raistlin removed his gaze from the bird to the man sitting behind the desk. "I am glad you came, Raistlin." Albus said, his eyes glittering beneath the half-moon spectacles. "Of course, Albus." Raistlin inclined his head slightly; his white hair fell feather-like about his shoulders. "I have a very difficult task for you in regard to why you're here." Raistlin's eye brows lifted slightly. "Lord Voldemort has a secret following, The Death Eaters." The young mage scoffed at such an absurd name for one's following. "I want to you penetrate this following." "That way I can get close enough to Voldemort to kill him." "No, I don't want you to do anything of the sort. I just want you to try and find out his moves. I need to know what he plans." "Where will I find these . Death Eaters?" Albus leaned forward and handed Raistlin a piece of paper. "This was their main meeting place. I believe, due to some reports, that it still is. They are looking for recruits, so getting into the fold should be easy enough." The black robed mage took the paper and nodded. Now this is something. He thought as he left the Headmaster's office. This is what I need to gain my peace, and perhaps, if I do this think correctly, I can get those Gods of my world to let me keep my dear Krista with me. Christmas break started today. All the students who were leaving had left already. In fact, very few had stayed, and almost all of them were in that damnable fifth year class. Raistlin went over the names of the few staying. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Rekka Doyle, and Raven Redwing, that was it. Everyone else left because of the Voldemort threat. Raistlin sneered. The fools, I will take care of this Dark Lord myself. Possibly even before this oddly placed school break is over. He walked into his room. Krista was waiting on the bed. "What did Dumbledore want, Raistlin?" "He asked me to do something for him over this break. I have to leave." Krista looked upset. "Is it dangerous? It doesn't have to do with Lord Voldemort, does it? When will you be back?" She continued to bombard him with questions. The young mage held up a hand to silence her. "It isn't at all dangerous. It has nothing to do with that Dark Lord, and I will be back a day before break ends." He promised. It was an easy lie. It wasn't dangerous to him. It wasn't suppose to have anything to do with the Dark Lord, only his followers, and he was sure he would be back before then. With that he kissed her, and sent her to find Remus. "I have something to ask the werewolf." He explained. As soon as she shut the door, he picked up his spell components, hung them from his belt, and vanished. The door creaked open. "I brought Remus, Raistlin." Krista looked around the room. A note was pinned to the pillow, but there was no gold-skinned mage. She picked up the note and read it. Krista, do not be mad at this hasty departure. I couldn't stay. Seeing you would have made me not leave for wishing to stay here, in this room, with you all break. I must go, you see. It is very important, but I promise I will be back. Tell Remus that the spell on the table is for him. I am sure Professor Snape can brew it for him, if not I will. I looked long and hard, but finally found that spell again. I remembered seeing it in my youth. Love, Raistlin. Krista tucked the note into her robe. "What is it, Krista? Where is Raistlin?" Remus questioned, seeing the deep sorrow in her eyes. "He left." "But I thought. you said he wanted to speak with me." "No, he wanted you to have this." Krista went over to the table and handed the werewolf the spell. It was written in crisp, clear, easy-to-read handwriting, which was so different from the one who had written it. He scanned the title and smiled in delight. "What is it?" Krista asked. "It is a spell, well more a potion." "Yes, he said as much, but what does it do?" she sounded impatient. "It is a cure. for being a werewolf." He was ecstatic. This was it. This was his chance to be normal, his chance to be happy, to stop the painful transformations. "Thank you, Krista, and please thank Raistlin for me." She smiled. "I will." Remus ran out of the room, holding the spell tightly in his hand. He ran straight to his lover. No moon lit the night. Nothing told of the black robed man moving up the Malfoy estate lawn. Coming to the front door, the man knocked twice with his staff head and waited. He wasn't kept waiting long. A small house-elf opened the door. "May I help you, sir" It asked in a frightened way. "I am looking for Lucius Malfoy." The hooded man whispered. "Please follow me." The house-elf led the man into a lavish room, and left to fetch his master. The man's eyes gazed about the room. It contained full, comfortable chairs; a roaring fire on the hearth; rich, expensive rugs; paintings of historic moments in the wizarding past. Soon a side door opened, and a tall thin man with extremely long blonde hair entered. At his side, he carried a sleek black cane with a silver snake's head. He bowed slightly to the hooded figure whom had entered his home. "A pleasure to meet you, mister.?" He inquired mildly. He was use to strangers showing up at his home, most in the name of Lord Voldemort. "Professor, actually." The black robed man stood up and removed his hood. The firelight danced upon the metallic gold skin and burned in the gold eyes. "Professor Majere of Hogwarts. Your son is one of my pupils." Lucius was only taken back by the man's appearance momentarily. Draco had, of course, informed his father of this new professor's physical countenance and personality. Lucius had like him from the start. "Ah, yes, Professor Majere. Is anything the matter with Draco's grades?" "No," Raistlin hissed. His voice never moving above a piercing whisper. "Nothing is wrong with his grades. He is in fact, one of my brightest pupils. I have come on. other business." "Please have a seat then, and let us speak about this business." Lucius waved to a pair of chairs set before the fireplace. Raistlin pulled his hood back up over his face and accepted one of the proffered seats. Lucius seated himself in the other chair, slightly perturbed by the fact that all he could see of the professor's visage were the gleaming, reflective eyes. "Wine?" Lucius asked. "No, I didn't come to discuss pleasantries with you. I came on a very important matter." Malfoy nodded slightly. I knew I should have had that boy see if this Majere is working for the foolish Headmaster, he inwardly scowled. "I know you have dealings with Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters." Lucius raised his head somewhat, but said nothing. "I wish to join the service of the Dark Lord. I have information on the boy, Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort might wish to have." Lucius raised one eyebrow, suspiciously. "Well this is something interesting. I never knew a Hogwarts teacher to turn bad." "I have nothing to gain from remaining loyal to the foolish headmaster. I, you see, am not from this planet. I can help your lord there as well. I have knowledge about other worlds. Why have one pathetic world, when you can have the universe?" Raistlin's voice remained a whisper, uninterested almost with the subject matter. Lucius wondered at this only briefly, quickly moving on to the wonderful thoughts that uninterested whisper had planted in his brain. Other worlds, this was to perfect to be passed up. "Please remain here. I must discuss this with my lord. If you need anything, the house-elves will get it for you." Malfoy was gone. The young mage smiled to himself as he waited for his host's return. He wasn't to wait long, but this time, when the door opened, it wasn't just Malfoy whom entered. As the Dark Lord Voldemort entered the lavish room, two of the three most powerful wizards on Earth sat in the same room together. Albus Dumbledore being the only one not present, and the only one who was not considered evil by most of their world. A third chair appeared by the fireplace for the Dark Lord. As he and Lucius seated themselves, a giant boa constrictor curled up beside Voldemort's chair. It watched Raistlin with bright, intelligent eyes. "Malfoy tells me you have some interesting information for me, Professor." He hissed, sounding like the large snake at his side. Raistlin nodded more to himself then to the comment. So this was the greatly feared Dark Lord. A lengthy silence descended between the two, each trying to see which would creak first. It was Voldemort. "He tells me you're from a different world, and that you have information pertaining to getting to this other world. Is this true?" Again the black hood moved in a thoughtful nod. Raistlin had this man's ambitions figured out, and they were nothing compared to those he himself once held. "I come from a world called Krynn. It is a world with many creatures similar and dissimilar to those upon this world. The gods of Krynn however are much more evident in the lives of the people than the gods of this world. I believe, though, that Takhisis, Queen of Darkness, would enjoy you very much." "Oh?" The place on the Dark Lord's face that would have been his eyebrow raised, but this was a lost movement because he had no eyebrows to raise. "She, you see, will be you means of moving from world to world. Well actually, one of the gods would be, but Takhisis will take you to Krynn readily." The Dark Lord was interested. "Please come with me down into the dungeons. There we can speak about this more, and possibly work on you becoming one of the fold?" Raistlin smiled, a vicious light in his eyes, but when he answered, he sounded subservient. "It would be my pleasure." The three men stood and made their way into the dungeons.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I also don't own anything Dragon Lance, Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman do. So leave me alone and stop bugging me about it. Just read the fan- fiction and be happy. This chapter isn't silly. It is a real plot mover. or would be if this thing had a plot.
Professor Majere stood in Dumbledore's office. He looked with interest at the phoenix beside his chair. It was in its full beauty, but all the gold eyes saw was a swirl of flame, birth, beauty, and again flame. All this passed before his eyes at an almost dizzying rate. Raistlin removed his gaze from the bird to the man sitting behind the desk. "I am glad you came, Raistlin." Albus said, his eyes glittering beneath the half-moon spectacles. "Of course, Albus." Raistlin inclined his head slightly; his white hair fell feather-like about his shoulders. "I have a very difficult task for you in regard to why you're here." Raistlin's eye brows lifted slightly. "Lord Voldemort has a secret following, The Death Eaters." The young mage scoffed at such an absurd name for one's following. "I want to you penetrate this following." "That way I can get close enough to Voldemort to kill him." "No, I don't want you to do anything of the sort. I just want you to try and find out his moves. I need to know what he plans." "Where will I find these . Death Eaters?" Albus leaned forward and handed Raistlin a piece of paper. "This was their main meeting place. I believe, due to some reports, that it still is. They are looking for recruits, so getting into the fold should be easy enough." The black robed mage took the paper and nodded. Now this is something. He thought as he left the Headmaster's office. This is what I need to gain my peace, and perhaps, if I do this think correctly, I can get those Gods of my world to let me keep my dear Krista with me. Christmas break started today. All the students who were leaving had left already. In fact, very few had stayed, and almost all of them were in that damnable fifth year class. Raistlin went over the names of the few staying. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Rekka Doyle, and Raven Redwing, that was it. Everyone else left because of the Voldemort threat. Raistlin sneered. The fools, I will take care of this Dark Lord myself. Possibly even before this oddly placed school break is over. He walked into his room. Krista was waiting on the bed. "What did Dumbledore want, Raistlin?" "He asked me to do something for him over this break. I have to leave." Krista looked upset. "Is it dangerous? It doesn't have to do with Lord Voldemort, does it? When will you be back?" She continued to bombard him with questions. The young mage held up a hand to silence her. "It isn't at all dangerous. It has nothing to do with that Dark Lord, and I will be back a day before break ends." He promised. It was an easy lie. It wasn't dangerous to him. It wasn't suppose to have anything to do with the Dark Lord, only his followers, and he was sure he would be back before then. With that he kissed her, and sent her to find Remus. "I have something to ask the werewolf." He explained. As soon as she shut the door, he picked up his spell components, hung them from his belt, and vanished. The door creaked open. "I brought Remus, Raistlin." Krista looked around the room. A note was pinned to the pillow, but there was no gold-skinned mage. She picked up the note and read it. Krista, do not be mad at this hasty departure. I couldn't stay. Seeing you would have made me not leave for wishing to stay here, in this room, with you all break. I must go, you see. It is very important, but I promise I will be back. Tell Remus that the spell on the table is for him. I am sure Professor Snape can brew it for him, if not I will. I looked long and hard, but finally found that spell again. I remembered seeing it in my youth. Love, Raistlin. Krista tucked the note into her robe. "What is it, Krista? Where is Raistlin?" Remus questioned, seeing the deep sorrow in her eyes. "He left." "But I thought. you said he wanted to speak with me." "No, he wanted you to have this." Krista went over to the table and handed the werewolf the spell. It was written in crisp, clear, easy-to-read handwriting, which was so different from the one who had written it. He scanned the title and smiled in delight. "What is it?" Krista asked. "It is a spell, well more a potion." "Yes, he said as much, but what does it do?" she sounded impatient. "It is a cure. for being a werewolf." He was ecstatic. This was it. This was his chance to be normal, his chance to be happy, to stop the painful transformations. "Thank you, Krista, and please thank Raistlin for me." She smiled. "I will." Remus ran out of the room, holding the spell tightly in his hand. He ran straight to his lover. No moon lit the night. Nothing told of the black robed man moving up the Malfoy estate lawn. Coming to the front door, the man knocked twice with his staff head and waited. He wasn't kept waiting long. A small house-elf opened the door. "May I help you, sir" It asked in a frightened way. "I am looking for Lucius Malfoy." The hooded man whispered. "Please follow me." The house-elf led the man into a lavish room, and left to fetch his master. The man's eyes gazed about the room. It contained full, comfortable chairs; a roaring fire on the hearth; rich, expensive rugs; paintings of historic moments in the wizarding past. Soon a side door opened, and a tall thin man with extremely long blonde hair entered. At his side, he carried a sleek black cane with a silver snake's head. He bowed slightly to the hooded figure whom had entered his home. "A pleasure to meet you, mister.?" He inquired mildly. He was use to strangers showing up at his home, most in the name of Lord Voldemort. "Professor, actually." The black robed man stood up and removed his hood. The firelight danced upon the metallic gold skin and burned in the gold eyes. "Professor Majere of Hogwarts. Your son is one of my pupils." Lucius was only taken back by the man's appearance momentarily. Draco had, of course, informed his father of this new professor's physical countenance and personality. Lucius had like him from the start. "Ah, yes, Professor Majere. Is anything the matter with Draco's grades?" "No," Raistlin hissed. His voice never moving above a piercing whisper. "Nothing is wrong with his grades. He is in fact, one of my brightest pupils. I have come on. other business." "Please have a seat then, and let us speak about this business." Lucius waved to a pair of chairs set before the fireplace. Raistlin pulled his hood back up over his face and accepted one of the proffered seats. Lucius seated himself in the other chair, slightly perturbed by the fact that all he could see of the professor's visage were the gleaming, reflective eyes. "Wine?" Lucius asked. "No, I didn't come to discuss pleasantries with you. I came on a very important matter." Malfoy nodded slightly. I knew I should have had that boy see if this Majere is working for the foolish Headmaster, he inwardly scowled. "I know you have dealings with Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters." Lucius raised his head somewhat, but said nothing. "I wish to join the service of the Dark Lord. I have information on the boy, Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort might wish to have." Lucius raised one eyebrow, suspiciously. "Well this is something interesting. I never knew a Hogwarts teacher to turn bad." "I have nothing to gain from remaining loyal to the foolish headmaster. I, you see, am not from this planet. I can help your lord there as well. I have knowledge about other worlds. Why have one pathetic world, when you can have the universe?" Raistlin's voice remained a whisper, uninterested almost with the subject matter. Lucius wondered at this only briefly, quickly moving on to the wonderful thoughts that uninterested whisper had planted in his brain. Other worlds, this was to perfect to be passed up. "Please remain here. I must discuss this with my lord. If you need anything, the house-elves will get it for you." Malfoy was gone. The young mage smiled to himself as he waited for his host's return. He wasn't to wait long, but this time, when the door opened, it wasn't just Malfoy whom entered. As the Dark Lord Voldemort entered the lavish room, two of the three most powerful wizards on Earth sat in the same room together. Albus Dumbledore being the only one not present, and the only one who was not considered evil by most of their world. A third chair appeared by the fireplace for the Dark Lord. As he and Lucius seated themselves, a giant boa constrictor curled up beside Voldemort's chair. It watched Raistlin with bright, intelligent eyes. "Malfoy tells me you have some interesting information for me, Professor." He hissed, sounding like the large snake at his side. Raistlin nodded more to himself then to the comment. So this was the greatly feared Dark Lord. A lengthy silence descended between the two, each trying to see which would creak first. It was Voldemort. "He tells me you're from a different world, and that you have information pertaining to getting to this other world. Is this true?" Again the black hood moved in a thoughtful nod. Raistlin had this man's ambitions figured out, and they were nothing compared to those he himself once held. "I come from a world called Krynn. It is a world with many creatures similar and dissimilar to those upon this world. The gods of Krynn however are much more evident in the lives of the people than the gods of this world. I believe, though, that Takhisis, Queen of Darkness, would enjoy you very much." "Oh?" The place on the Dark Lord's face that would have been his eyebrow raised, but this was a lost movement because he had no eyebrows to raise. "She, you see, will be you means of moving from world to world. Well actually, one of the gods would be, but Takhisis will take you to Krynn readily." The Dark Lord was interested. "Please come with me down into the dungeons. There we can speak about this more, and possibly work on you becoming one of the fold?" Raistlin smiled, a vicious light in his eyes, but when he answered, he sounded subservient. "It would be my pleasure." The three men stood and made their way into the dungeons.
