Prologue
Ariel walked down the cobblestone road of the deserted street dressed in his dank brown habit. He stopped in the middle of the dark street and lowered his hood to reveal the features which endeared him to all adults when he was young and now caused women to look twice at him in the streets. The bright moonlight reflected upon his blonde hair and caused a malevolent sparkle to appear in his cold blue eyes.
The young man smiled as he surveyed the empty, night covered streets of the town which he would one day destroy. Ariel had his whole life figured out, the Land, where he lived, would be destroyed by him with the help of his childhood nemesis. Looking upon the houses that lined the street, Ariel was reminded of his destiny as he felt the fear that emanated from the cowering people who lived there.
Ariel continued walking down the street, smiling as he went, for he knew that soon enough the temporary order that took a hold on the Land would fall apart and leave the path open for its destruction. The blonde haired youth was going to complete the task that he was born to do and the disorder that was being created was going to help him do it.
His thoughts were interrupted as a noise behind him alerted him to the presence of someone. Turning around Ariel saw no one and put the noise down to his own paranoia, dismissing his fears Ariel continued his stroll. The young man was stopped midstep though as he was stunned by a sudden flash of white light and the absence of ground beneath his sandaled feet.
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Draco Malfoy, the only son of the evil pure-blooded wizarding family who were funnily enough named the Malfoys smiled to himself as he walked quickly but smoothly down the darkened hallways of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The faint torchlight that illuminated the hall made Draco seem like a blur as he rapidly made his way to his dorm room within the Slytherin Dungeons. His smile didn't falter as he saw his housemates sitting quietly in the common room. He nodded to a few of them and continued up to his dorm room to deposit his books and perfect his seemingly unruffled looks.
The Slytherin boy had a lot to be smiling about. Not only was he nearing the end of school, and therefore the obligation live with his hateful parents, Draco had also had a winning argument with his arch nemesis Harry Potter and his best friend Weasley. But that wasn't all; Draco's unusual relationship with one-third of the Golden Trio was coming along nicely.
Hermione Granger was a girl that had to be respected, what, with her undeniable intelligence, fierce demeanour and constantly wicked barbs Draco couldn't help but like the girl, even if she was a muggle born witch. It also didn't matter that he did spend most of his time exchanging banter with her and trying to get a rise out of her, but then again, that was half the fun. What made Draco even happier was the fact that Draco was about to go meet Hermione for the express purpose of talking to her, actually, he was more or less going to try to get a rise out of her.
Soon enough Draco arrived at the library, although not after checking his hair in the boy's bathroom, and slipped past Madam Pince before she saw him and marked him out as the trouble maker he was. He walked quietly to the back of the library and immediately spotted Hermione sitting at a table with her back to him and her head stuck in a book. Slipping past her and sitting in a chair next to the brown haired girl Draco said softly, "Hello my little bookworm."
Hermione looked up, smiled and quickly replied drolly, "And hello to you to." Draco settled himself in his chair and stared at Hermione unnervingly, raising his eyebrows. In response Hermione cocked her head to the side, examining his bemused features. Her eyes widened as there was a white light which made her turn her head away. When she looked back and saw an empty seat where Draco was previously sitting she simply said, "Oh."
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Dally walked halfway up the cracked concrete path that led to the rundown house in which he was temporarily staying and sharing with three other guys. He could hear the sounds of a wild party underway inside and sighed in defeat, accepting the fact that he would spend yet another sleepless night in the company of wasted people that he didn't want to know.
Dally slowly trudged his way up the path and pushed open his broken and unlocked front door to reveal people already sitting in the hallway. Everyone turned to look at the striking figure that was Dallas Winston, the cold hearted hoodlum with blonde hair and blue eyes who would be considered good looking if it weren't for the scars that marred his features and the permanently stern and sharp edged look upon his face.
The cold hearted man walked down the hallway, eyeing off the occupants of it as he went, only breaking his cold inspection of them to step over a girl who was lying in the doorway of his room. Unsurprisingly Dally found that people were sitting in his room, thankfully they were only talking. By dropping his backpack heavily Dally grabbed the attention of the partygoers and motioned for them to get out of his room.
Slamming his door Dally turned to his bare room and grabbed the beer he had bought on his way home out of his bag and sat himself on his bed. Opening a can of beer Dally briefly acknowledged what he was trying to wipe from his memory. He was trying to forget his dismal life where he rarely had a home for more than a month, where he only really had one or two friends and a life that was absent of the one person that he ever really cared about; the one person that he ever considered family.
Dally shook his head to rid himself of the ever stinging memory of his dead friend Johnny. He chucked his empty beer can on the floor and reached for another one, but he never did reach it as a white flash of light assaulted his senses before he could.
--------------- 3 Years Earlier ---------------
A vexed and tired Spike turned to Harmony who was sitting on a banc in the dirty streets of Los Angeles. Spike took a breath and said to a bored Harmony, "So let me get this straight. You took our three sons, who some shaman guy asked for and let him send them to three different universes."
"Yup," said Harmony, looking around the street.
Spike bent over until his face was but three inches from Harmony's and said, "And why did you bloody well decide to do that?"
"Well." Harmony began, starting to fidget.
"Well what?"
"He said that if I sent them away for a while they would be given all they could ever want, except that they would have to go to different universes."
"What was in it for you?" asked Spike evenly.
Harmony spluttered, although she quickly composed herself to reply with a false innocence, "Why would you think that?"
"Because there is always something in it for you. Am I right?"
"Yes," admitted Harmony who looked up tearfully and defended herself, "But it's hard you know? I thought that if they went away for a while we could at least have a break or something."
Spike nodded, stood back and said knowingly, "Uh huh, how about you try the truth this time?"
Harmony rolled her eyes, "Okay, he also offered to give me a trip to Paris."
"So after all this trouble trying NOT to have these kids we finally get them, only for you to trade them away for a friggin' trip to Paris." Spike looked skywards and shook his head, "Can there be anyone stupider?"
"But Spikey-"
"Don't Spikey me, LOVE."
"You don't understand," said Harmony, standing up to plead with Spike, "They'll come back in three years."
Spike just shook his head and said to her, "Look, the bloody problem is that we don't know how old they're gong to be or what's happened to them. For all we know they could be flower sniffing, tree hugging pansies."
In spite of Spike's obvious vexation Harmony said sweetly to him, "Can't we just go to Paris and come back in three years to pick them up?"
"Christ Almighty Harm, I don't car what you do, go to bloody Paris and don't come back because I'm going to stay here until it is time to get them and clean up the God-awful mess you made." Harmony looked at Spike, hurt at his dismissal of her. "Don't you understand? I don't care what you do; just bloody well go to bloody Paris."
With those last words Harmony mustered all the dignity that she had left, held her head up high and walked away from Spike, leaving the vampire standing outside a grubby bar on Lafferty Street in the dirty and crowded city of Los Angeles.
Ariel walked down the cobblestone road of the deserted street dressed in his dank brown habit. He stopped in the middle of the dark street and lowered his hood to reveal the features which endeared him to all adults when he was young and now caused women to look twice at him in the streets. The bright moonlight reflected upon his blonde hair and caused a malevolent sparkle to appear in his cold blue eyes.
The young man smiled as he surveyed the empty, night covered streets of the town which he would one day destroy. Ariel had his whole life figured out, the Land, where he lived, would be destroyed by him with the help of his childhood nemesis. Looking upon the houses that lined the street, Ariel was reminded of his destiny as he felt the fear that emanated from the cowering people who lived there.
Ariel continued walking down the street, smiling as he went, for he knew that soon enough the temporary order that took a hold on the Land would fall apart and leave the path open for its destruction. The blonde haired youth was going to complete the task that he was born to do and the disorder that was being created was going to help him do it.
His thoughts were interrupted as a noise behind him alerted him to the presence of someone. Turning around Ariel saw no one and put the noise down to his own paranoia, dismissing his fears Ariel continued his stroll. The young man was stopped midstep though as he was stunned by a sudden flash of white light and the absence of ground beneath his sandaled feet.
---------------
Draco Malfoy, the only son of the evil pure-blooded wizarding family who were funnily enough named the Malfoys smiled to himself as he walked quickly but smoothly down the darkened hallways of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The faint torchlight that illuminated the hall made Draco seem like a blur as he rapidly made his way to his dorm room within the Slytherin Dungeons. His smile didn't falter as he saw his housemates sitting quietly in the common room. He nodded to a few of them and continued up to his dorm room to deposit his books and perfect his seemingly unruffled looks.
The Slytherin boy had a lot to be smiling about. Not only was he nearing the end of school, and therefore the obligation live with his hateful parents, Draco had also had a winning argument with his arch nemesis Harry Potter and his best friend Weasley. But that wasn't all; Draco's unusual relationship with one-third of the Golden Trio was coming along nicely.
Hermione Granger was a girl that had to be respected, what, with her undeniable intelligence, fierce demeanour and constantly wicked barbs Draco couldn't help but like the girl, even if she was a muggle born witch. It also didn't matter that he did spend most of his time exchanging banter with her and trying to get a rise out of her, but then again, that was half the fun. What made Draco even happier was the fact that Draco was about to go meet Hermione for the express purpose of talking to her, actually, he was more or less going to try to get a rise out of her.
Soon enough Draco arrived at the library, although not after checking his hair in the boy's bathroom, and slipped past Madam Pince before she saw him and marked him out as the trouble maker he was. He walked quietly to the back of the library and immediately spotted Hermione sitting at a table with her back to him and her head stuck in a book. Slipping past her and sitting in a chair next to the brown haired girl Draco said softly, "Hello my little bookworm."
Hermione looked up, smiled and quickly replied drolly, "And hello to you to." Draco settled himself in his chair and stared at Hermione unnervingly, raising his eyebrows. In response Hermione cocked her head to the side, examining his bemused features. Her eyes widened as there was a white light which made her turn her head away. When she looked back and saw an empty seat where Draco was previously sitting she simply said, "Oh."
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Dally walked halfway up the cracked concrete path that led to the rundown house in which he was temporarily staying and sharing with three other guys. He could hear the sounds of a wild party underway inside and sighed in defeat, accepting the fact that he would spend yet another sleepless night in the company of wasted people that he didn't want to know.
Dally slowly trudged his way up the path and pushed open his broken and unlocked front door to reveal people already sitting in the hallway. Everyone turned to look at the striking figure that was Dallas Winston, the cold hearted hoodlum with blonde hair and blue eyes who would be considered good looking if it weren't for the scars that marred his features and the permanently stern and sharp edged look upon his face.
The cold hearted man walked down the hallway, eyeing off the occupants of it as he went, only breaking his cold inspection of them to step over a girl who was lying in the doorway of his room. Unsurprisingly Dally found that people were sitting in his room, thankfully they were only talking. By dropping his backpack heavily Dally grabbed the attention of the partygoers and motioned for them to get out of his room.
Slamming his door Dally turned to his bare room and grabbed the beer he had bought on his way home out of his bag and sat himself on his bed. Opening a can of beer Dally briefly acknowledged what he was trying to wipe from his memory. He was trying to forget his dismal life where he rarely had a home for more than a month, where he only really had one or two friends and a life that was absent of the one person that he ever really cared about; the one person that he ever considered family.
Dally shook his head to rid himself of the ever stinging memory of his dead friend Johnny. He chucked his empty beer can on the floor and reached for another one, but he never did reach it as a white flash of light assaulted his senses before he could.
--------------- 3 Years Earlier ---------------
A vexed and tired Spike turned to Harmony who was sitting on a banc in the dirty streets of Los Angeles. Spike took a breath and said to a bored Harmony, "So let me get this straight. You took our three sons, who some shaman guy asked for and let him send them to three different universes."
"Yup," said Harmony, looking around the street.
Spike bent over until his face was but three inches from Harmony's and said, "And why did you bloody well decide to do that?"
"Well." Harmony began, starting to fidget.
"Well what?"
"He said that if I sent them away for a while they would be given all they could ever want, except that they would have to go to different universes."
"What was in it for you?" asked Spike evenly.
Harmony spluttered, although she quickly composed herself to reply with a false innocence, "Why would you think that?"
"Because there is always something in it for you. Am I right?"
"Yes," admitted Harmony who looked up tearfully and defended herself, "But it's hard you know? I thought that if they went away for a while we could at least have a break or something."
Spike nodded, stood back and said knowingly, "Uh huh, how about you try the truth this time?"
Harmony rolled her eyes, "Okay, he also offered to give me a trip to Paris."
"So after all this trouble trying NOT to have these kids we finally get them, only for you to trade them away for a friggin' trip to Paris." Spike looked skywards and shook his head, "Can there be anyone stupider?"
"But Spikey-"
"Don't Spikey me, LOVE."
"You don't understand," said Harmony, standing up to plead with Spike, "They'll come back in three years."
Spike just shook his head and said to her, "Look, the bloody problem is that we don't know how old they're gong to be or what's happened to them. For all we know they could be flower sniffing, tree hugging pansies."
In spite of Spike's obvious vexation Harmony said sweetly to him, "Can't we just go to Paris and come back in three years to pick them up?"
"Christ Almighty Harm, I don't car what you do, go to bloody Paris and don't come back because I'm going to stay here until it is time to get them and clean up the God-awful mess you made." Harmony looked at Spike, hurt at his dismissal of her. "Don't you understand? I don't care what you do; just bloody well go to bloody Paris."
With those last words Harmony mustered all the dignity that she had left, held her head up high and walked away from Spike, leaving the vampire standing outside a grubby bar on Lafferty Street in the dirty and crowded city of Los Angeles.