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**This takes place just after the fifth book of Harry potter and at the end
of the War of the Twins. **
The War of the Magi
Prologue
Raistlin realized his mistake. Killing the gnome was not enough, history would repeat itself. As the magic of Raistlin's spell reached its high point, Caramon finished activating the time-traveling devise. As the two spells mixed, Raistlin knew there was no going back. The area was being torn apart. Pain swept across him. He called for his brother but he had already gone. The portal to the abyss was closing. Raistlin finally passed out from the pain. There was a mighty explosion, which tore the Plains of Dergoth apart swept out from the area creating what is now know as the skullcap.
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Tasslehoff and Caramon appeared next to a small house overlooked by a large castle. As the pair examined it they realized it was more of a school than a castle. Their appearance was noticed however by groups of students who were outside on such a perfect day. Many stood there in shock though a few found it in themselves to go tell the headmaster. People could not apparate onto school grounds. More shocking, however was how the duo looked. One was a large man, dressed in heavy armor, with a sword at his belt. The other was a small person who looked like a young teenager. This one was also dressed in odd clothes, and had many pouches strung about his belt.
"This doesn't seem like Solace," The large warrior said. "Tas, you were concentrating on home when we used the time-traveling devise right?"
"Of coarse," Tas said. "Though just for a sec I just wondered what it would be like to go to another world. I'm sorry Caramon, I really could not help it."
"Lets try this again and this time focus." Caramon tries to activate the time-traveling devise, but nothing happens. The devise folds itself up back into its pendant shape and does nothing.
By this time their appearance has caused quite a stir. Teachers begin approaching the duo with what appears to be wooden sticks pointed at them. An elder man approaches them with his wand ready.
"Where are we?" Caramon asks.
"You are now on grounds of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And we would very much like to know how you got here."
******
It was a dreadfully sunny day. Harry Potter had thwarted Voldemort again. Because of Potter many of Voldemort's followers were in jail. He would have to free them eventually. The sun was shining, and the birds were out, it mad him sick. He stared at his father's graveyard and was surprised to see someone appear as if out of nowhere. He was dressed in robes of the darkest black. Voldemort could sense great power coming from him. Voldemort walked cautiously out to the graveyard. When he got close he finally saw the face of the man. Voldemort stared in shock. The man was skin and bones. His skin was a metallic gold and his eyes were gold and instead of pupils he had hourglasses.
In one swift motion he had his wand out. He was ready to defend himself if the need arose. "Who are you and where did you come from?" He asked.
Raistlin looked around uncertain of himself. Where was he? Was he dead? Because, he realized, the explosion should have killed him. The sound of someone's voice awoke him from his thoughts. He looked up and saw a man whose appearance was just as startling as his. His face was almost snakelike and his skin far paler that it should have been "I am Raistlin Majere, master of the past and the present, most powerful wizard on kyrnn. Who are you and what world is this?"
"My name is Voldemort, soon to be ruler of this pathetic world."
"What world would that be?"
"Earth"
**This takes place just after the fifth book of Harry potter and at the end
of the War of the Twins. **
The War of the Magi
Prologue
Raistlin realized his mistake. Killing the gnome was not enough, history would repeat itself. As the magic of Raistlin's spell reached its high point, Caramon finished activating the time-traveling devise. As the two spells mixed, Raistlin knew there was no going back. The area was being torn apart. Pain swept across him. He called for his brother but he had already gone. The portal to the abyss was closing. Raistlin finally passed out from the pain. There was a mighty explosion, which tore the Plains of Dergoth apart swept out from the area creating what is now know as the skullcap.
******
Tasslehoff and Caramon appeared next to a small house overlooked by a large castle. As the pair examined it they realized it was more of a school than a castle. Their appearance was noticed however by groups of students who were outside on such a perfect day. Many stood there in shock though a few found it in themselves to go tell the headmaster. People could not apparate onto school grounds. More shocking, however was how the duo looked. One was a large man, dressed in heavy armor, with a sword at his belt. The other was a small person who looked like a young teenager. This one was also dressed in odd clothes, and had many pouches strung about his belt.
"This doesn't seem like Solace," The large warrior said. "Tas, you were concentrating on home when we used the time-traveling devise right?"
"Of coarse," Tas said. "Though just for a sec I just wondered what it would be like to go to another world. I'm sorry Caramon, I really could not help it."
"Lets try this again and this time focus." Caramon tries to activate the time-traveling devise, but nothing happens. The devise folds itself up back into its pendant shape and does nothing.
By this time their appearance has caused quite a stir. Teachers begin approaching the duo with what appears to be wooden sticks pointed at them. An elder man approaches them with his wand ready.
"Where are we?" Caramon asks.
"You are now on grounds of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And we would very much like to know how you got here."
******
It was a dreadfully sunny day. Harry Potter had thwarted Voldemort again. Because of Potter many of Voldemort's followers were in jail. He would have to free them eventually. The sun was shining, and the birds were out, it mad him sick. He stared at his father's graveyard and was surprised to see someone appear as if out of nowhere. He was dressed in robes of the darkest black. Voldemort could sense great power coming from him. Voldemort walked cautiously out to the graveyard. When he got close he finally saw the face of the man. Voldemort stared in shock. The man was skin and bones. His skin was a metallic gold and his eyes were gold and instead of pupils he had hourglasses.
In one swift motion he had his wand out. He was ready to defend himself if the need arose. "Who are you and where did you come from?" He asked.
Raistlin looked around uncertain of himself. Where was he? Was he dead? Because, he realized, the explosion should have killed him. The sound of someone's voice awoke him from his thoughts. He looked up and saw a man whose appearance was just as startling as his. His face was almost snakelike and his skin far paler that it should have been "I am Raistlin Majere, master of the past and the present, most powerful wizard on kyrnn. Who are you and what world is this?"
"My name is Voldemort, soon to be ruler of this pathetic world."
"What world would that be?"
"Earth"