A/N: Finally, the long awaited explanations for who the heck Alanna and Xander are, why they are here, and what in hell is going on!!!! This is gonna be long and might be somewhat boring, just to let you know.
Oh, can anyone tell me if they recognize this story? Harry is a vampire, and has a dream of his soul mate, Draco Malfoy. Harry has a tattoo, a red and gold snake, and that's how Draco recognizes him, they do go to Hogwarts, Harry turns Draco, and they go to the Vampire Underworld in London. Harry's vamp friend shows them a painting of his soulmate, its Severus Snape.... Please tell me if you recognize it and if you know the title! I'm going crazy not knowing!
Chapter 5
Harry and Draco released the Weaseleys, Remus, and Hermione from their auras, and the auras gradually disappeared. Harry, bored, sat upside down on the ceiling and stared at the Dursleys as they tripped all over themselves trying to figure out what happened.
"Hey, sis!" Draco strolled over to Alanna, barely concealing his excitement behind a mask of indifference. "You are my sister, right? That's what Harry said, along with some other interesting information." He looked at her expectantly, and she nodded in affirmation. "So it's all true, then? How did you do all that, and can I learn?" Dumbledore perked up, and twinkled deviously.
Alanna was about to answer, when the first of the Order members strolled into the room. "I'll tell you everything, later. I promise." She walked quietly up to Dumbledore, who was talking animatedly with four witches, Professor Snape, and two other wizards.
"I tell you, it would be a great idea!" Dumbledore exclaimed quietly. Professor Snape nodded his agreement. Alanna filed the strange comment away for future use, and interrupted them with a smile.
"You do know that if this Voldemort character were to attack right now, the entire resistance would be wiped out, right?" she queried, concerned.
"Voldemort is not strong enough to breach Hogwarts' wards. We are safe." Dumbledore assured her.
"Um, Professor Dumbledore, what about first year when Professor Quirrell shared his body with Voldemort, and he got through the wards? Or, what about second year, when Tom Riddle came through in the diary? He made Ginny open the Chamber of Secrets and used her life force to regain a physical body. She almost died. How about third year, when" Sirius oh GOD Sirius, I'm so sorry, "came through the wards, and he wasn't supposed to be able to." Harry finished his recollection, grinning sardonically. "Voldemort can get into this school and so can his followers."
"Is this true?" demanded Alanna. Dumbledore nodded. "I thought so. Xander, we need- Xander! Xander! ALEXANDER!"
Xander whipped around. "But mom, what did I do?" He saw Alanna glaring daggers at him. "Alanna! Don't scare me like that. You know only Mom calls me that, and only when she's pissed."
"They have cruddy wards. We have to strengthen them."
"Fine, fine. Let's do this." They clasped hands, and the same incandescent light from before sprang to life around them. Everyone tensed and wondered What the hell?. A huge shockwave ran through the entire building and over the grounds. No one noticed Harry's eyes swirl a strange, luminous silver and green, or the spark of power that left his fingertips to travel with the shockwave. A loud, agonized scream cut through the air. Everyone rushed to the windows and anxiously looked down. A black robed figure lay still on the lawn.
"Got one! Stupid buggers!" Alanna cheered.
"Hagrid, Remus, go find out who that is, or was, for that matter." Dumbledore quietly ordered. The two nodded and left the room. Harry smirked evilly from the ceiling. He knew who it was, and Alanna and Xander hadn't killed her. He had. Bellatrix Lestrange was no longer among the living. Alanna glanced up at him, and gave a small grin. He grinned back.
So, newest brother, how do you like your powers? she asked him, laughing.
They are definitely the coolest. Harry cheekily replied. He stretched lazily. Oh yes, he could finally stop hiding his true abilities. Soul mate to a demigod... he mused quietly. Enough power to destroy a solar system... and I'm stuck at Hogwarts with the bastard that allowed my godfather to die. At least the bitch who killed him is dead. Draco listened intently to Harry's internal monologue. It was really disturbing.
HARRY! What in HELL do you think you are doing? You just killed someone! That's wrong! I can't believe you!
Draco, she wants me dead, and she killed Sirius.
Oh. Who was it?
Bellatrix Lestrange. She tortured you, too.
Oh, in that case... good going. You know, this whole memory gap thing is driving me crazy. I wish I could remember! But, you're the Boy Who Fucking Lived. You can't go around killing people. It's wrong.
I have no qualms about killing others, Draco. I did before Cedric and Sirius were murdered right before my eyes, but those little events changed me. They died right in front of me, and I couldn't do anything about it. If I had been a little faster, known a little more, then they wouldn't have died. Now, I can only make sure that those evil idiots will never kill another person again. It sucks, Draco. I am going to be revered for killing Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I might as well get started now, and make my job a little easier by picking them off one by one, instead of facing them all in battle. Draco just stared at him.
That has got to be the most callous thing I've ever heard you say, but in a strange way, it makes sense. I-
Remus and Hagrid ran back into the room, looking oddly triumphant. "Bellatrix Lestrange was lying there, dead." Remus reported. Hagrid nodded his agreement. Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, that is certainly good news. Harry, my dear boy, did you hear? Your godfather's murderer is dead!"
Yeah, but his other one is standing right in front of me... and I am responsible for Surius's death, too. "That's wonderful, Professor!" Harry grinned at Alanna. "Thanks, sis!" Dumbledore stared at the two of them curiously.
"I thought that Draco was the demigod, not Harry." His voice held a slightly accusing tone.
"Tell you what, Dumbledore, we'll get started on answering your questions, and then you answer ours, ok?" Alanna purred. Dumbledore nodded.
"Good, is everyone here?"
"Yes, please begin. I call this meeting to order!" Dumbledore raised his voice to be heard over the din. Everyone took a seat except for Dumbledore, Alanna, and Xander. Draco joined Harry on the ceiling, and Harry brought Ginny and the twins up there as well.
"This is so cool!" Ginny exclaimed, and her mother shushed her. She fell quiet.
"First," Alanna began, "My name is Alanna, and this is my soul mate Xander. We are the demigods in charge of this planet. Mom, as some of you can therefore infer, is God, our parent and creator. She created this universe, and each of us gets an area to play with. We created this planet and everything on it, as well as this solar system and several others. Any questions so far?"
"You said that each of you get a part of the universe? How many of you are their?" Professor Snape queried.
"There are thirteen first generation demigods and demigoddesses. They are, in order, Clautius, Xander, me, Gaila, Raphael, Olivia, Michael, Gabrielle, Rowen, Damien, Nicholai, Laurel, and Draconis, who is known here as Draco Malfoy. We are brothers and sisters, and each of us except for Clautius has a soul mate."
"Are the soul mates all demigods?" Remus asked quietly.
"Not entirely, though they all have the ability to become demigods if they choose. Harry Potter here is Draconis's soul mate, and Laurel's soul mate is also in this room. Severus Snape is a powerful enough mortal to be considered for demigod status, as well as being Laurel's soul mate. He is, after all, a direct descendant of all four founders of this school." Dumbledore stared at his prized student and Potions Professor with a calculating gleam in his eye.
Professor Snape fell over with a crash, unconscious. Dumbledore quickly roused him. "This brings me to the next part. Their are ten, second generation demigods, or will be when Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape bond with their soulmates. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Severus Snape, James Potter, and Lily Evans are of mine and Xander's lineage. Harry Potter is a full blooded demigod because of his parents both being demigods. There are four others that Clautius created. Their names are Lucifer, Baal, Beelzebub, and Adrian."
"Any other questions?" Xander asked the stunned crowd. Alanna continued.
Harry asked, from the ceiling,"What do you mean, bond???" He looked slightly sick and very upset. Draco held him as visions of his abuse at Uncle Vernon's hands flashed through his mind. We'd better not be expected to have a relationship, Draco. NO ONE is EVER touching me like that AGAIN!
"How about we discuss that aspect later, when we can have a private conversation." Professor Snape looked distinctly green, and was about to have a repeat performance of when he found out Harry was Draco's soulmate.
"I need to know some things before I can go on with the story. First, Harry, who is Voldemort? What are his goals, and why does he keep trying to kill you?"
Harry answered from the ceiling. "Voldemort is a madman. He has tried to take over the Wizarding World twice now, and he wants to kill all the Muggles. He is preaching blood purity for Wizarding kind, and hates all Muggleborns. He wants immortality and a world with only magic. He keeps trying to kill me because of some stupid prophesy." Dumbledore tried to interrupt, and Xander froze him with a wave of his hand. "Either I kill him, or he kills me. I have to kill him, or I die. Their is no way around this, and that's what this all boils down to, he has to kill me, before I reach my full powers and kill him." Alanna nodded, her face dark with rage. The rest of the Order, stunned that something of this magnitude had been kept from them, tried to pepper Harry with questions.
Alanna quieted them with a wave of her hand. "Ask him later, please." She released Dumbledore, and he sat down, all twinkle in his eyes gone. He stared at Harry, accusation and disappointment in his eyes. Harry stared back, then looked away, seemingly abashed. Dumbledore nodded and looked away, the twinkle resuming in his eyes once more.
Draco rocked with silent laughter. He really still thinks that you believe your well being revolves around his moods? When is he going to realize that you are your own person and so much more powerful than he?
Hopefully, never. That way, I can still manipulate the bastatrd. Harry and Draco shared a look, then rolled across the ceiling, laughing.
"I can continue now. That clears up a lot of the mystery." Draco hugged Harry, hard. He's not going to kill you. They started to wrestle. "Ok, will you two please behave up there?" Harry and Draco laughed.
"You're my sister, not my mother!" he called back.
"Do you really want me to get Mom involved in this?" Draco shook his head and sat still.
"Ok. Let's see. The best place to start is the beginning. Clautius was the first of us created, before the universe existed. Imagine ultimate power, and no one to share it with. That was Mom's situation. She created Clautius as her equal and antithesis. Mother is all good, all love. Clautius, at the time of his creation, was not all evil, but that is what he became. She liked the idea of having 'children' if you will, that she created others. Clautius is God's soul mate. Each of us was created as part of a pair. Xander and I are one pair, and the next created, simultaneously. We were created at the start of the universe, thirty-two billion years ago. Gaila and Raphael were next, a little under twenty-five billion years ago. Damien and Nicholai were created nineteen billion years ago, Olivia and Michael were created eleven billion years ago, and Rowen and Gabrielle were created five billion years ago.
"During this time, Clautius began to change, to grow into his role of God's opposite. With Good, their has to be evil. Clautius began to mass armies, and create his own heirs. Lucifer came first. You may recognize him, as he is the ruler of Clautius's demon world, named Hell. Beelzebub was next, and is the lord of his demon horde. There are hundreds of billions of demons in existence. Baal was next, and was dubbed Lord of the Shadows. He has his own planet, where Clautius sends the souls he has kidnapped. Adrian was his youngest child, and the only one who did not take demonic form. He is also the most powerful of the four, and can completely mask his magical energy when taking human form.
"We kept to ourselves, mostly, and didn't bother each other. That changed about one hundred million years ago. Clautius began to move against us, trying to gradually take over our territories. We have been battling him ever since, since his territory lies adjacent to ours. It has gotten to the point where we need help. Our siblings are coming to join the war in mortal form, we just don't know who they are. That is why we came looking for Draconis. We thought that Clautius had gotten a hold of him, and was torturing him."
Draco laughed quietly. "Oh, I was being tortured, all right, just not by him."
"Twenty thousand years ago, humans evolved on this planet, under our care and supervision. Yes, before you ask, there is life on other planets. We have, in our seven solar systems, twelve planets capable of sustaining life, and of the twelve, five are inhabited. Two others have colonies on them from one of the five civilizations. On this planet, we indulged in an experiment. Since this is the planet on the outskirts of our territory, and borders Clautius's realm, this planet is in dispute. We created this place, and we are fighting for it. As a means of massing our own armies, we seeded this planet with magic. No, we do not expect you to fight for us. However, it appears, if my suspicions are correct, you already are.
"Voldemort has the same goals as Clautius, and spews the same nonsense as Clautius. Blood purity is a joke. We should know, because we gave you mortals magic, as well as created the Veela, Elves, Vampires, Phoenixes, Thestrals, Unicorns, Dragons, and Faeries. Human folly and invention are responsible for Werewolves, Giants, Centaurs, and all other so called magical creatures. Clautius tries to get mortals to agree with his idea for 'blood purity' because it will burn out all the magic in this world, therefore making it easier to take over and subvert. He has found several followers willing to listen to his lies, the most recent being Grissenwauld and now, from the looks of it, Voldemort. Though, he seems to pick the worst followers. They're a nasty bunch of people.
"We started seeding the planet ten thousand years ago, in Mesopotamia. We came to earth in human form, and had children with mortals. We had only one child a generation so that humans would not become too magically saturated too quickly." Hermione interrupted.
"What is magical saturation?" she asked, confused. Several order members nodded.
"Sorry about that. Magical saturation is the amount of magical power in an individual. Full blooded is a demigod or demigoddess, and half blooded is what we call the child of a mortal and demigod. They are the strongest possible human mortals." She took a breath and continued.
"Their children had a little less than half, and so on. The thing, that is so important, is that human mortals cannot handle more than half of our powers. Otherwise, they burn out their powers, becoming what you call squibs. That happens when two incredibly powerful witches and wizards have children, or a demigod has children with a mortal witch or wizard, as Merlin found out. More often than not, one or two children will be just as powerful and the others will be squibs.
"That went through the migrations of civilizations, until three thousand, four hundred years ago. I was born, quite willingly, into the ruling class of the Celtic people at that time. I was kidnapped by Clautius, and" she broke off, unable to continue.
"Love, let me tell this part." Xander hugged her close. "It never gets any easier, does it?"
"No" she whispered and disappeared.
"Right, where was she? Oh yes. She was ruling her people when Clautius, and his people, the Angles, invaded Great Britain and Ireland. Alanna was taken captive and brought to his realm. Clautius had discovered a way to make himself immortal in the physical world and had also discovered a way to make himself even more powerful. In our realm, the spiritual realm, we can mix magical energies completely with out soul mates, we dubbed this the Sharing. He found a way to completely pervert this and, using his magical energy, take the magical energy of another immortal. That is why he kidnapped Alanna. He raped and tortured her for over a millennium, keeping her alive with magic, stealing her powers and leaving her helpless for his demons. I spent the entire millennia trying to rescue her. I could feel her pain through our bond and it was indescribable." He remained silent for several seconds, eyes closed, remembering. Harry started to cry softly, and disappeared. He reappeared a few seconds later, extremely troubled, but no longer crying.
"Exactly one thousand, one hundred, forty-five years after her capture, she managed to escape, using the same methods on him that he had used to imprison her. She came to me, and killed herself in front of me. I followed her, and we were reborn. This next time, someone overheard me talking about loving your neighbor, and the Catholic Church was born. I was put to death on a cross for insurrection, and she went on a killing rampage. She sacked Jerusalem and made it look like the Romans did it, then seeded the aqueducts with arsenic. I heard that it drove the Romans insane and destroyed their empire. Oh well, no great loss there. They had some really stupid ideas anyway. We continued to seed the planet with our offspring. Several notable people including the four founders of Hogwarts and Merlin were either our children or direct descendants.
"Merlin was Alanna's descendant with what she thought was a mortal. In reality, it was Adrian, who had disguised himself as a mortal. Adrian tried to turn her over to Clautius, but we killed him and sent him back to his father's realm. Merlin married a very powerful witch, Nimue, and they had a son named Daniel. Daniel was a squib, and Merlin disowned him. He married a Muggle girl, and they had squib children. Three generations later, a very powerful witch, with the full powers of a demigoddess, was born. She married a wizard, and the cycle repeated itself.
"Four generations later, another witch was born. However, that witch had two daughters, both squibs. One was the great great great great grandmother of Lily and Petunia Evans, and the other was the great great great great great grandmother of Hermione Granger. Lily inherited the full powers of a demigoddess, and accepted immortality along with her soul mate, James Potter. Petunia's son and Miss Granger both inherited exactly half of the powers, making both of them some of the strongest mortals around. For some reason, Dudley has locked away his powers inside of himself, which can happen only under an incredibly strong memory charm, or a very traumatic experience."
Everyone in the room stared at Dudley, who sat there, mouth open in shock. His parents edged away from him fearfully. "Um, how do I go about unlocking these powers?" he asked.
Veron sneered. "You worthless freak!" he hissed. "To think we have loved you and this is how you repay us? By being an abomination?" Harry lashed out with his mind, and Vernon fell over with a loud crash. Petunia jumped. Dudley stared at them, tears running down his face.
"You will have to remember what happened to you, and your powers will unlock. That is, if you want to. However, your children will have magic, unless you marry a witch. Judging your disposition towards magic, that will not happen. You will treat your children better than you have treated your cousin, and better than your parents have treated Harry, or there will be hell to pay." Alanna said, quietly. Everyone jumped, not having noticed her return. "Do you want to continue, or should I?"
"I've got it for now. Clautius started to make his attack on our territory more widespread, and there was talk of him grooming a champion of Evil. We decided to make a champion for Good, a mortal with the powers of at the least a demigod. We planned to have four heirs that would eventually produce one line. We got two lines, instead. We deliberately incarnated ourselves on earth, and had a full blooded demigod heir, Nathanial Gryffindor. He married a mortal Muggle, and they had a full blooded son, Marcus. Marcus was the grandfather of Godric Gryffindor. We timed it just right, and went back in time after we died to be born again around the same time Nathanial was born. We produced another line, the Ravenclaw line. We are Rowena Ravenclaw's great grandparents. We did the same for Helga Hufflepuff, except we are her grandparents. Salazar Slytherin was our son.
"Salazar Slytherin produced an Heir before he met his soul mate, Godric Gryffindor. Rowena and Helga's soul mates were Muggle men, and they chose to remain mortal with them. Sal and Godric produced an heir, a son, who married Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter. Their only daughter married Helga Hufflepuff's only Heir, her grandson. This is where the branch occurs. Gareth and Devina Hufflepuff had four daughters. Two were demigoddesses, two were squibs. The two demigoddesses each married Muggle men, Fredrick Potter and William Snape. The two squibs married wizards and produced heirs as well. They eventually formed or married into the Malfoys, Weaseleys, McKnights, and other clans. So, Severus Snape is our descendant, and a full blooded demigod. Harry Potter is the same."
"Any questions?" The entire room stared at him, shocked speechless. Draco piped up from the ceiling. "So, where do I come in?"
"Laurel was created almost thirty-eight years ago, and you were created on the eve of your conception. Mother decided that she didn't want one of the oldest magic lines on our planet to die out. The magic had been bred from your line, Draco. Your parents were too powerful, and your body, as a mortal, could not handle the amount of magic in you. You would have been a squib or, worse, miscarried. Why else do you think your mother couldn't have any more children?" Alanna answered quietly. "How else do you think a demigod was able to be placed in a wizard's body? You wouldn't have had any magical abilities, and you wouldn't have been able to pass on any magical ability to your descendants. That's what happens when the wizards and witches don't intermarry and diversify with Muggles. Clautius wins, and magic disappears."
"Why would it matter whether or not Draco's line still had magic in it for a demigod to be born into the line?" Snape asked.
"We can only put ourselves into completely nonmagical bodies. If there is already magic there, the physical form pretty much explodes with the power overload. It isn't very pretty, and we did it once, in the very beginning. Needless to say, that was a short incarnation." Alanna laughed at the memory.
"You mentioned that putting a wand in Mister Potter's hand destroyed what natural magic he had. What did you mean?" Snape queried
"No one needs a wand," Alanna stated bluntly. "In fact, wands inhibit magic growth. A person of Hermione's magnitude should never even pick up a wand, and she is only half as powerful as Harry and Draco. Wands and staves were created as a means of boosting the power levels of witches and wizards, to be used in conjunction with wandless magic. However, it became apparent that, with wands, no one needed to learn how to control their powers themselves. Just put a wand in someone's hand and they can do any spell. Gradually, people stopped learning wandless and will magic because it was easier to use a wand. What happened, though, with extended wand usage, a person's natural magic levels atrophy and actually decrease. Harry, you did incredible will magic when you were little, right?" Harry nodded. "Could you do that now?"
"I don't know." He admitted. "I could try..." He stared dubiously at the ground and concentrated. A small ball of fire spontaneously combusted in the center of the floor, and began to dance around the room. Sweat beaded off his face from concentration. The ball disappeared.
"Hermione, you did similar things. Could you do that now?"
"Probably not." She frowned and concentrated. A small flame flickered between her cupped hands. "This wasn't so hard the last time I did it." she admitted quietly.
"That's my point exactly. As wand usage increases, the ability to do wandless and will magic decreases. It's like not exercising for a month. Your endurance and strength decrease from simple lack of use."
"What is the difference between wandless and will magic?" George asked curiously.
"Will magic is simply wishing for something to happen and it does. It is the magic equivalence of 'I want this, so I get this'." Harry gasped. His creating the clothing had been will magic. "Generally, will magic is strongest in very young children, because they haven't gotten out of the 'give me everything I want' stage. I think you people call it 'accidental magic', but it is no accident. It is largely unfocused unless you either are incredibly powerful or have spent years refining it. It simply reflects the instinctual desires of the person casting it.
Wandless magic uses spells to focus the mind. It is not as powerful as will magic, but it is infinitely more precise. The spells are generally spoken out loud, but people incredibly proficient at it only have to think it. You use the same spells you would use for wand magic, but it takes more control, and a great deal more training. I remember training my children throughout the ages. I started them when they were old enough to speak, and it generally took until their tenth or eleventh years to master it. Also, the older you are when you start training, the harder it is to learn. An adult would take most of his or her life to master it."
"What are Elves, Veela, Vampires, Dragons, Phoenixes, Unicorns, and Faeries?" Hermione asked. "Did you create them, or are they something else?"
Alanna smiled. "Not exactly on topic, but I don't mind bragging about the kids. Vampires are my children, my pet project. They are my willing eyes and ears into the enemy's camp. I was mixing a potion for physical immortality in one of my lives about five thousand years ago, and it went highly awry. It killed me, then brought me back to life. I was given an intense craving for human blood, and those that I bit and then shared my blood became like me. It was wonderful, actually. Vampires naturally can accomplish wandless magic, transform and speak with any animal, and have incredibly heightened senses. I can call them, and they are loyal only to me."
Dumbledore stood up, incredulous. "You mean you created them? They're evil!"
"No they aren't. They just like the taste of your blood. What's so evil about that? Mosquitos do the same, and they aren't evil. Besides, they are my spies in Clautius's camp."
Xander spoke up. "Veelas are my children. They are witches and wizards that became a whole separate race of no less than half demigod blood, and can survive magic saturation of up to two thirds blood. They are born with innate knowledge of will and wandless magic, and can perform elemental magic."
Alanna continued. "Elves were a specific group of wizards that, almost ten thousand years ago, took our teachings completely to heart. Every one of them is at least half blood, and most of them are three quarters. They have exceptionally long lives, as they use their powers to keep them alive. It was through studying their magic that Clautius discovered true immortality. They do not practice any magic except for elemental magic, and have bred out all other abilities.
"With them are Faeries, Elves that permanently partially transfigured themselves with wings of some sort. They also can only do elemental magic, though they can also speak to all animals."
Xander took over. "Phoenixes are the spirits of Fire Elementals that tried to accomplish immortality. Alanna first created the form as one of her animal transformations, and they copied her. They are not trapped, but chose the life willingly. We gave them special abilities as well, that all of you know about.
"The first Dragon was actually our first attempt to create more demigods. Our son and his soul mate chose those forms then asked for more to be created. They are not beasts like the Ministry classifies them, but are much more intelligent than humans. Unicorns, the Pegasus, and horses are just different species that branched off from one common ancestor."
Alanna stretched. "Anything else you wish to know? Anything related to the topic?"
"How much of an influence have you had on history?" Tonks asked.
"Most of the wars fought on this planet are influenced by the ongoing war between us and Clautius. The Muggle world wars were directly related, as well as the war against Grissenwauld. I believe that most of the evil dictators were somehow influenced by Clautius, if not trained by him directly. Most of them have spouted his ideas as if they were their own. So, we've had a fairly hefty influence. " Xander also stood and stretched.
"Anything else?" Most of the Order members shook their heads. Dumbledore poked his head up.
"If you could ward the castle, then how do personal protection wards work?" I couldn't find anything written on them and the Dursleys need them in order to be able to leave the castle...
"A person with magic would be able carry their own wards, but a nonmagical person would be warded the same as an inanimate object." She walked over to the Dursleys, sitting in the corner. "Watch carefully." She placed her hands on Petunia Durleys's forehead. A soft, deep blue glow emanated from her palm, and surrounded Petunia. The glow seeped into her skin, and Alanna removed her hand. Xander strode up behind them and threw a ball of fire at the unsuspecting mortal. Petunia screamed and threw up her hands to protect herself. Instantly, a deep blue aura surrounded her and absorbed the fire. Xander did the same to Vernon then Alanna tested his wards. She turned around.
"Everyone catch that? Any more questions? No? Great! Now we get to ask the questions. First, what did you do with Grissenwauld? He was a pain in the butt."
Dumbledore stood up and paced the front of the room. "In the final battle, I faced Grissenwauld. We dueled for hours, neither of us gaining or losing any ground. I tried one spell, out of desperation. With the help of the first Order of the Phoenix, we ripped a hole into Hell, and cast him there."
Alanna's jaw dropped. "You did WHAT???" she screeched. Dumbledore recoiled.
"Yes, I did. I opened a portal to Hell and sent him there. Pretty ingenious..." He trailed off. "It wasn't ingenious, was it?"
"Nope, who owns Hell? Clautius. Who was Grissenwauld's master? Clautius. Basically, you just sent him home." Xander stated grimly. "Alanna, they didn't know. You can't blame them, especially since they had no clue about Clautius. They thought they were being clever."
"Do you remember when that happened? We were on clean up duty for over ten years! Demons coming through left and right, the two planes improperly sealed, it was a mess! The Americans covered it up with the Vietnam and Korean Wars!" Harry and Draco cringed from the images of carnage and mayhem Alanna was projecting at top volume.
Dumbledore was about to dismiss the meeting, but Xander asked another question. "So, what is the plan for dealing with Voldemort? You do have a plan, right?"
"Of course we have a plan. When they attack, we repel their forces, unless Voldemort is actually with them. Then Harry will vanquish him once and for all.
"What about after that? You know his followers won't give up once their leader's dead."
"Umm" The rest of the Order was at a loss for words. They looked at each other, silently asking themselves why didn't we think of that?.
"Do you have any offensive tactics? Don't you attack them? Do you deplete their forces? How many Death Eaters are there? Do you have any spies?"
Severus Snape spoke up. Actually, I can answer that. No, there are no offensive tactics. We do not attack, though I have urged the Order to do so many times. Their forces continue to grow, and the last count was over two hundred, with an unknown number of sympathizers, and fifteen in the Inner Circle. I am the only spy for our side, though I know for a fact that he has two in place in Hogwarts. They are students, because I am the only one reporting to him during the summer."
"So, let me see if I get this. Basically, you have no plan of action except stick a fifteen year old kid out there and hope for the best. Great, just great." Alanna threw up her hands in exasperation. Snape snickered.
"That sums it up nicely, yes."
Dumbledore called the meeting to a close before anything even more embarassing happened to the Order and himself. "Well, I think that wraps up the meeting. I wanted you to meet our newest allies, and they pack quite a punch." Draco sniggered. Yeah, old man, they had you crying like a baby. Harry sputtered and laughed. "Could I see all the staff members? The rest of you, thank you for your time. Remus Lupin if you could stay?" Hogwart's staff huddled around Dumbledore.
Draco hung upside down in front of Alanna. "Hey, sis, could you show me how to use my powers?"
"Sure, but I think your headmaster is going to ask us to teach here. Call it a woman's intuition. So, you might just have us in the classroom."
Ten minutes later, after the rest of the staff had been dismissed, Dumbledore approached the two immortals. "We have reached a decision, and feel it would be beneficial if you could join our staff here and train our students in the lost arts. No one teaches wandless magic and elemental magic anymore because no one knows really how to do it effectively. But, you two are most proficient at it, more so than I could ever be. Would you consider staying on as instructors?"
Alanna turned and stared at Harry and Draco. See, what did I tell you? She turned back to Dumbledore. "If it means that we can train our champion, and can watch out for our brother, then we would be honored to teach here. Besides, there are so many students that would be proficient in wandless magic. No one really needs the wand, except those that are so weak magically that they could never master any other type of magic."
Alanna and Xander excused themselves, and left the room. Harry and Draco followed them. "Hey, Harry, wait up!" Ron and Hermione hurried after them.
Oh, can anyone tell me if they recognize this story? Harry is a vampire, and has a dream of his soul mate, Draco Malfoy. Harry has a tattoo, a red and gold snake, and that's how Draco recognizes him, they do go to Hogwarts, Harry turns Draco, and they go to the Vampire Underworld in London. Harry's vamp friend shows them a painting of his soulmate, its Severus Snape.... Please tell me if you recognize it and if you know the title! I'm going crazy not knowing!
Chapter 5
Harry and Draco released the Weaseleys, Remus, and Hermione from their auras, and the auras gradually disappeared. Harry, bored, sat upside down on the ceiling and stared at the Dursleys as they tripped all over themselves trying to figure out what happened.
"Hey, sis!" Draco strolled over to Alanna, barely concealing his excitement behind a mask of indifference. "You are my sister, right? That's what Harry said, along with some other interesting information." He looked at her expectantly, and she nodded in affirmation. "So it's all true, then? How did you do all that, and can I learn?" Dumbledore perked up, and twinkled deviously.
Alanna was about to answer, when the first of the Order members strolled into the room. "I'll tell you everything, later. I promise." She walked quietly up to Dumbledore, who was talking animatedly with four witches, Professor Snape, and two other wizards.
"I tell you, it would be a great idea!" Dumbledore exclaimed quietly. Professor Snape nodded his agreement. Alanna filed the strange comment away for future use, and interrupted them with a smile.
"You do know that if this Voldemort character were to attack right now, the entire resistance would be wiped out, right?" she queried, concerned.
"Voldemort is not strong enough to breach Hogwarts' wards. We are safe." Dumbledore assured her.
"Um, Professor Dumbledore, what about first year when Professor Quirrell shared his body with Voldemort, and he got through the wards? Or, what about second year, when Tom Riddle came through in the diary? He made Ginny open the Chamber of Secrets and used her life force to regain a physical body. She almost died. How about third year, when" Sirius oh GOD Sirius, I'm so sorry, "came through the wards, and he wasn't supposed to be able to." Harry finished his recollection, grinning sardonically. "Voldemort can get into this school and so can his followers."
"Is this true?" demanded Alanna. Dumbledore nodded. "I thought so. Xander, we need- Xander! Xander! ALEXANDER!"
Xander whipped around. "But mom, what did I do?" He saw Alanna glaring daggers at him. "Alanna! Don't scare me like that. You know only Mom calls me that, and only when she's pissed."
"They have cruddy wards. We have to strengthen them."
"Fine, fine. Let's do this." They clasped hands, and the same incandescent light from before sprang to life around them. Everyone tensed and wondered What the hell?. A huge shockwave ran through the entire building and over the grounds. No one noticed Harry's eyes swirl a strange, luminous silver and green, or the spark of power that left his fingertips to travel with the shockwave. A loud, agonized scream cut through the air. Everyone rushed to the windows and anxiously looked down. A black robed figure lay still on the lawn.
"Got one! Stupid buggers!" Alanna cheered.
"Hagrid, Remus, go find out who that is, or was, for that matter." Dumbledore quietly ordered. The two nodded and left the room. Harry smirked evilly from the ceiling. He knew who it was, and Alanna and Xander hadn't killed her. He had. Bellatrix Lestrange was no longer among the living. Alanna glanced up at him, and gave a small grin. He grinned back.
So, newest brother, how do you like your powers? she asked him, laughing.
They are definitely the coolest. Harry cheekily replied. He stretched lazily. Oh yes, he could finally stop hiding his true abilities. Soul mate to a demigod... he mused quietly. Enough power to destroy a solar system... and I'm stuck at Hogwarts with the bastard that allowed my godfather to die. At least the bitch who killed him is dead. Draco listened intently to Harry's internal monologue. It was really disturbing.
HARRY! What in HELL do you think you are doing? You just killed someone! That's wrong! I can't believe you!
Draco, she wants me dead, and she killed Sirius.
Oh. Who was it?
Bellatrix Lestrange. She tortured you, too.
Oh, in that case... good going. You know, this whole memory gap thing is driving me crazy. I wish I could remember! But, you're the Boy Who Fucking Lived. You can't go around killing people. It's wrong.
I have no qualms about killing others, Draco. I did before Cedric and Sirius were murdered right before my eyes, but those little events changed me. They died right in front of me, and I couldn't do anything about it. If I had been a little faster, known a little more, then they wouldn't have died. Now, I can only make sure that those evil idiots will never kill another person again. It sucks, Draco. I am going to be revered for killing Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I might as well get started now, and make my job a little easier by picking them off one by one, instead of facing them all in battle. Draco just stared at him.
That has got to be the most callous thing I've ever heard you say, but in a strange way, it makes sense. I-
Remus and Hagrid ran back into the room, looking oddly triumphant. "Bellatrix Lestrange was lying there, dead." Remus reported. Hagrid nodded his agreement. Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, that is certainly good news. Harry, my dear boy, did you hear? Your godfather's murderer is dead!"
Yeah, but his other one is standing right in front of me... and I am responsible for Surius's death, too. "That's wonderful, Professor!" Harry grinned at Alanna. "Thanks, sis!" Dumbledore stared at the two of them curiously.
"I thought that Draco was the demigod, not Harry." His voice held a slightly accusing tone.
"Tell you what, Dumbledore, we'll get started on answering your questions, and then you answer ours, ok?" Alanna purred. Dumbledore nodded.
"Good, is everyone here?"
"Yes, please begin. I call this meeting to order!" Dumbledore raised his voice to be heard over the din. Everyone took a seat except for Dumbledore, Alanna, and Xander. Draco joined Harry on the ceiling, and Harry brought Ginny and the twins up there as well.
"This is so cool!" Ginny exclaimed, and her mother shushed her. She fell quiet.
"First," Alanna began, "My name is Alanna, and this is my soul mate Xander. We are the demigods in charge of this planet. Mom, as some of you can therefore infer, is God, our parent and creator. She created this universe, and each of us gets an area to play with. We created this planet and everything on it, as well as this solar system and several others. Any questions so far?"
"You said that each of you get a part of the universe? How many of you are their?" Professor Snape queried.
"There are thirteen first generation demigods and demigoddesses. They are, in order, Clautius, Xander, me, Gaila, Raphael, Olivia, Michael, Gabrielle, Rowen, Damien, Nicholai, Laurel, and Draconis, who is known here as Draco Malfoy. We are brothers and sisters, and each of us except for Clautius has a soul mate."
"Are the soul mates all demigods?" Remus asked quietly.
"Not entirely, though they all have the ability to become demigods if they choose. Harry Potter here is Draconis's soul mate, and Laurel's soul mate is also in this room. Severus Snape is a powerful enough mortal to be considered for demigod status, as well as being Laurel's soul mate. He is, after all, a direct descendant of all four founders of this school." Dumbledore stared at his prized student and Potions Professor with a calculating gleam in his eye.
Professor Snape fell over with a crash, unconscious. Dumbledore quickly roused him. "This brings me to the next part. Their are ten, second generation demigods, or will be when Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape bond with their soulmates. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Severus Snape, James Potter, and Lily Evans are of mine and Xander's lineage. Harry Potter is a full blooded demigod because of his parents both being demigods. There are four others that Clautius created. Their names are Lucifer, Baal, Beelzebub, and Adrian."
"Any other questions?" Xander asked the stunned crowd. Alanna continued.
Harry asked, from the ceiling,"What do you mean, bond???" He looked slightly sick and very upset. Draco held him as visions of his abuse at Uncle Vernon's hands flashed through his mind. We'd better not be expected to have a relationship, Draco. NO ONE is EVER touching me like that AGAIN!
"How about we discuss that aspect later, when we can have a private conversation." Professor Snape looked distinctly green, and was about to have a repeat performance of when he found out Harry was Draco's soulmate.
"I need to know some things before I can go on with the story. First, Harry, who is Voldemort? What are his goals, and why does he keep trying to kill you?"
Harry answered from the ceiling. "Voldemort is a madman. He has tried to take over the Wizarding World twice now, and he wants to kill all the Muggles. He is preaching blood purity for Wizarding kind, and hates all Muggleborns. He wants immortality and a world with only magic. He keeps trying to kill me because of some stupid prophesy." Dumbledore tried to interrupt, and Xander froze him with a wave of his hand. "Either I kill him, or he kills me. I have to kill him, or I die. Their is no way around this, and that's what this all boils down to, he has to kill me, before I reach my full powers and kill him." Alanna nodded, her face dark with rage. The rest of the Order, stunned that something of this magnitude had been kept from them, tried to pepper Harry with questions.
Alanna quieted them with a wave of her hand. "Ask him later, please." She released Dumbledore, and he sat down, all twinkle in his eyes gone. He stared at Harry, accusation and disappointment in his eyes. Harry stared back, then looked away, seemingly abashed. Dumbledore nodded and looked away, the twinkle resuming in his eyes once more.
Draco rocked with silent laughter. He really still thinks that you believe your well being revolves around his moods? When is he going to realize that you are your own person and so much more powerful than he?
Hopefully, never. That way, I can still manipulate the bastatrd. Harry and Draco shared a look, then rolled across the ceiling, laughing.
"I can continue now. That clears up a lot of the mystery." Draco hugged Harry, hard. He's not going to kill you. They started to wrestle. "Ok, will you two please behave up there?" Harry and Draco laughed.
"You're my sister, not my mother!" he called back.
"Do you really want me to get Mom involved in this?" Draco shook his head and sat still.
"Ok. Let's see. The best place to start is the beginning. Clautius was the first of us created, before the universe existed. Imagine ultimate power, and no one to share it with. That was Mom's situation. She created Clautius as her equal and antithesis. Mother is all good, all love. Clautius, at the time of his creation, was not all evil, but that is what he became. She liked the idea of having 'children' if you will, that she created others. Clautius is God's soul mate. Each of us was created as part of a pair. Xander and I are one pair, and the next created, simultaneously. We were created at the start of the universe, thirty-two billion years ago. Gaila and Raphael were next, a little under twenty-five billion years ago. Damien and Nicholai were created nineteen billion years ago, Olivia and Michael were created eleven billion years ago, and Rowen and Gabrielle were created five billion years ago.
"During this time, Clautius began to change, to grow into his role of God's opposite. With Good, their has to be evil. Clautius began to mass armies, and create his own heirs. Lucifer came first. You may recognize him, as he is the ruler of Clautius's demon world, named Hell. Beelzebub was next, and is the lord of his demon horde. There are hundreds of billions of demons in existence. Baal was next, and was dubbed Lord of the Shadows. He has his own planet, where Clautius sends the souls he has kidnapped. Adrian was his youngest child, and the only one who did not take demonic form. He is also the most powerful of the four, and can completely mask his magical energy when taking human form.
"We kept to ourselves, mostly, and didn't bother each other. That changed about one hundred million years ago. Clautius began to move against us, trying to gradually take over our territories. We have been battling him ever since, since his territory lies adjacent to ours. It has gotten to the point where we need help. Our siblings are coming to join the war in mortal form, we just don't know who they are. That is why we came looking for Draconis. We thought that Clautius had gotten a hold of him, and was torturing him."
Draco laughed quietly. "Oh, I was being tortured, all right, just not by him."
"Twenty thousand years ago, humans evolved on this planet, under our care and supervision. Yes, before you ask, there is life on other planets. We have, in our seven solar systems, twelve planets capable of sustaining life, and of the twelve, five are inhabited. Two others have colonies on them from one of the five civilizations. On this planet, we indulged in an experiment. Since this is the planet on the outskirts of our territory, and borders Clautius's realm, this planet is in dispute. We created this place, and we are fighting for it. As a means of massing our own armies, we seeded this planet with magic. No, we do not expect you to fight for us. However, it appears, if my suspicions are correct, you already are.
"Voldemort has the same goals as Clautius, and spews the same nonsense as Clautius. Blood purity is a joke. We should know, because we gave you mortals magic, as well as created the Veela, Elves, Vampires, Phoenixes, Thestrals, Unicorns, Dragons, and Faeries. Human folly and invention are responsible for Werewolves, Giants, Centaurs, and all other so called magical creatures. Clautius tries to get mortals to agree with his idea for 'blood purity' because it will burn out all the magic in this world, therefore making it easier to take over and subvert. He has found several followers willing to listen to his lies, the most recent being Grissenwauld and now, from the looks of it, Voldemort. Though, he seems to pick the worst followers. They're a nasty bunch of people.
"We started seeding the planet ten thousand years ago, in Mesopotamia. We came to earth in human form, and had children with mortals. We had only one child a generation so that humans would not become too magically saturated too quickly." Hermione interrupted.
"What is magical saturation?" she asked, confused. Several order members nodded.
"Sorry about that. Magical saturation is the amount of magical power in an individual. Full blooded is a demigod or demigoddess, and half blooded is what we call the child of a mortal and demigod. They are the strongest possible human mortals." She took a breath and continued.
"Their children had a little less than half, and so on. The thing, that is so important, is that human mortals cannot handle more than half of our powers. Otherwise, they burn out their powers, becoming what you call squibs. That happens when two incredibly powerful witches and wizards have children, or a demigod has children with a mortal witch or wizard, as Merlin found out. More often than not, one or two children will be just as powerful and the others will be squibs.
"That went through the migrations of civilizations, until three thousand, four hundred years ago. I was born, quite willingly, into the ruling class of the Celtic people at that time. I was kidnapped by Clautius, and" she broke off, unable to continue.
"Love, let me tell this part." Xander hugged her close. "It never gets any easier, does it?"
"No" she whispered and disappeared.
"Right, where was she? Oh yes. She was ruling her people when Clautius, and his people, the Angles, invaded Great Britain and Ireland. Alanna was taken captive and brought to his realm. Clautius had discovered a way to make himself immortal in the physical world and had also discovered a way to make himself even more powerful. In our realm, the spiritual realm, we can mix magical energies completely with out soul mates, we dubbed this the Sharing. He found a way to completely pervert this and, using his magical energy, take the magical energy of another immortal. That is why he kidnapped Alanna. He raped and tortured her for over a millennium, keeping her alive with magic, stealing her powers and leaving her helpless for his demons. I spent the entire millennia trying to rescue her. I could feel her pain through our bond and it was indescribable." He remained silent for several seconds, eyes closed, remembering. Harry started to cry softly, and disappeared. He reappeared a few seconds later, extremely troubled, but no longer crying.
"Exactly one thousand, one hundred, forty-five years after her capture, she managed to escape, using the same methods on him that he had used to imprison her. She came to me, and killed herself in front of me. I followed her, and we were reborn. This next time, someone overheard me talking about loving your neighbor, and the Catholic Church was born. I was put to death on a cross for insurrection, and she went on a killing rampage. She sacked Jerusalem and made it look like the Romans did it, then seeded the aqueducts with arsenic. I heard that it drove the Romans insane and destroyed their empire. Oh well, no great loss there. They had some really stupid ideas anyway. We continued to seed the planet with our offspring. Several notable people including the four founders of Hogwarts and Merlin were either our children or direct descendants.
"Merlin was Alanna's descendant with what she thought was a mortal. In reality, it was Adrian, who had disguised himself as a mortal. Adrian tried to turn her over to Clautius, but we killed him and sent him back to his father's realm. Merlin married a very powerful witch, Nimue, and they had a son named Daniel. Daniel was a squib, and Merlin disowned him. He married a Muggle girl, and they had squib children. Three generations later, a very powerful witch, with the full powers of a demigoddess, was born. She married a wizard, and the cycle repeated itself.
"Four generations later, another witch was born. However, that witch had two daughters, both squibs. One was the great great great great grandmother of Lily and Petunia Evans, and the other was the great great great great great grandmother of Hermione Granger. Lily inherited the full powers of a demigoddess, and accepted immortality along with her soul mate, James Potter. Petunia's son and Miss Granger both inherited exactly half of the powers, making both of them some of the strongest mortals around. For some reason, Dudley has locked away his powers inside of himself, which can happen only under an incredibly strong memory charm, or a very traumatic experience."
Everyone in the room stared at Dudley, who sat there, mouth open in shock. His parents edged away from him fearfully. "Um, how do I go about unlocking these powers?" he asked.
Veron sneered. "You worthless freak!" he hissed. "To think we have loved you and this is how you repay us? By being an abomination?" Harry lashed out with his mind, and Vernon fell over with a loud crash. Petunia jumped. Dudley stared at them, tears running down his face.
"You will have to remember what happened to you, and your powers will unlock. That is, if you want to. However, your children will have magic, unless you marry a witch. Judging your disposition towards magic, that will not happen. You will treat your children better than you have treated your cousin, and better than your parents have treated Harry, or there will be hell to pay." Alanna said, quietly. Everyone jumped, not having noticed her return. "Do you want to continue, or should I?"
"I've got it for now. Clautius started to make his attack on our territory more widespread, and there was talk of him grooming a champion of Evil. We decided to make a champion for Good, a mortal with the powers of at the least a demigod. We planned to have four heirs that would eventually produce one line. We got two lines, instead. We deliberately incarnated ourselves on earth, and had a full blooded demigod heir, Nathanial Gryffindor. He married a mortal Muggle, and they had a full blooded son, Marcus. Marcus was the grandfather of Godric Gryffindor. We timed it just right, and went back in time after we died to be born again around the same time Nathanial was born. We produced another line, the Ravenclaw line. We are Rowena Ravenclaw's great grandparents. We did the same for Helga Hufflepuff, except we are her grandparents. Salazar Slytherin was our son.
"Salazar Slytherin produced an Heir before he met his soul mate, Godric Gryffindor. Rowena and Helga's soul mates were Muggle men, and they chose to remain mortal with them. Sal and Godric produced an heir, a son, who married Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter. Their only daughter married Helga Hufflepuff's only Heir, her grandson. This is where the branch occurs. Gareth and Devina Hufflepuff had four daughters. Two were demigoddesses, two were squibs. The two demigoddesses each married Muggle men, Fredrick Potter and William Snape. The two squibs married wizards and produced heirs as well. They eventually formed or married into the Malfoys, Weaseleys, McKnights, and other clans. So, Severus Snape is our descendant, and a full blooded demigod. Harry Potter is the same."
"Any questions?" The entire room stared at him, shocked speechless. Draco piped up from the ceiling. "So, where do I come in?"
"Laurel was created almost thirty-eight years ago, and you were created on the eve of your conception. Mother decided that she didn't want one of the oldest magic lines on our planet to die out. The magic had been bred from your line, Draco. Your parents were too powerful, and your body, as a mortal, could not handle the amount of magic in you. You would have been a squib or, worse, miscarried. Why else do you think your mother couldn't have any more children?" Alanna answered quietly. "How else do you think a demigod was able to be placed in a wizard's body? You wouldn't have had any magical abilities, and you wouldn't have been able to pass on any magical ability to your descendants. That's what happens when the wizards and witches don't intermarry and diversify with Muggles. Clautius wins, and magic disappears."
"Why would it matter whether or not Draco's line still had magic in it for a demigod to be born into the line?" Snape asked.
"We can only put ourselves into completely nonmagical bodies. If there is already magic there, the physical form pretty much explodes with the power overload. It isn't very pretty, and we did it once, in the very beginning. Needless to say, that was a short incarnation." Alanna laughed at the memory.
"You mentioned that putting a wand in Mister Potter's hand destroyed what natural magic he had. What did you mean?" Snape queried
"No one needs a wand," Alanna stated bluntly. "In fact, wands inhibit magic growth. A person of Hermione's magnitude should never even pick up a wand, and she is only half as powerful as Harry and Draco. Wands and staves were created as a means of boosting the power levels of witches and wizards, to be used in conjunction with wandless magic. However, it became apparent that, with wands, no one needed to learn how to control their powers themselves. Just put a wand in someone's hand and they can do any spell. Gradually, people stopped learning wandless and will magic because it was easier to use a wand. What happened, though, with extended wand usage, a person's natural magic levels atrophy and actually decrease. Harry, you did incredible will magic when you were little, right?" Harry nodded. "Could you do that now?"
"I don't know." He admitted. "I could try..." He stared dubiously at the ground and concentrated. A small ball of fire spontaneously combusted in the center of the floor, and began to dance around the room. Sweat beaded off his face from concentration. The ball disappeared.
"Hermione, you did similar things. Could you do that now?"
"Probably not." She frowned and concentrated. A small flame flickered between her cupped hands. "This wasn't so hard the last time I did it." she admitted quietly.
"That's my point exactly. As wand usage increases, the ability to do wandless and will magic decreases. It's like not exercising for a month. Your endurance and strength decrease from simple lack of use."
"What is the difference between wandless and will magic?" George asked curiously.
"Will magic is simply wishing for something to happen and it does. It is the magic equivalence of 'I want this, so I get this'." Harry gasped. His creating the clothing had been will magic. "Generally, will magic is strongest in very young children, because they haven't gotten out of the 'give me everything I want' stage. I think you people call it 'accidental magic', but it is no accident. It is largely unfocused unless you either are incredibly powerful or have spent years refining it. It simply reflects the instinctual desires of the person casting it.
Wandless magic uses spells to focus the mind. It is not as powerful as will magic, but it is infinitely more precise. The spells are generally spoken out loud, but people incredibly proficient at it only have to think it. You use the same spells you would use for wand magic, but it takes more control, and a great deal more training. I remember training my children throughout the ages. I started them when they were old enough to speak, and it generally took until their tenth or eleventh years to master it. Also, the older you are when you start training, the harder it is to learn. An adult would take most of his or her life to master it."
"What are Elves, Veela, Vampires, Dragons, Phoenixes, Unicorns, and Faeries?" Hermione asked. "Did you create them, or are they something else?"
Alanna smiled. "Not exactly on topic, but I don't mind bragging about the kids. Vampires are my children, my pet project. They are my willing eyes and ears into the enemy's camp. I was mixing a potion for physical immortality in one of my lives about five thousand years ago, and it went highly awry. It killed me, then brought me back to life. I was given an intense craving for human blood, and those that I bit and then shared my blood became like me. It was wonderful, actually. Vampires naturally can accomplish wandless magic, transform and speak with any animal, and have incredibly heightened senses. I can call them, and they are loyal only to me."
Dumbledore stood up, incredulous. "You mean you created them? They're evil!"
"No they aren't. They just like the taste of your blood. What's so evil about that? Mosquitos do the same, and they aren't evil. Besides, they are my spies in Clautius's camp."
Xander spoke up. "Veelas are my children. They are witches and wizards that became a whole separate race of no less than half demigod blood, and can survive magic saturation of up to two thirds blood. They are born with innate knowledge of will and wandless magic, and can perform elemental magic."
Alanna continued. "Elves were a specific group of wizards that, almost ten thousand years ago, took our teachings completely to heart. Every one of them is at least half blood, and most of them are three quarters. They have exceptionally long lives, as they use their powers to keep them alive. It was through studying their magic that Clautius discovered true immortality. They do not practice any magic except for elemental magic, and have bred out all other abilities.
"With them are Faeries, Elves that permanently partially transfigured themselves with wings of some sort. They also can only do elemental magic, though they can also speak to all animals."
Xander took over. "Phoenixes are the spirits of Fire Elementals that tried to accomplish immortality. Alanna first created the form as one of her animal transformations, and they copied her. They are not trapped, but chose the life willingly. We gave them special abilities as well, that all of you know about.
"The first Dragon was actually our first attempt to create more demigods. Our son and his soul mate chose those forms then asked for more to be created. They are not beasts like the Ministry classifies them, but are much more intelligent than humans. Unicorns, the Pegasus, and horses are just different species that branched off from one common ancestor."
Alanna stretched. "Anything else you wish to know? Anything related to the topic?"
"How much of an influence have you had on history?" Tonks asked.
"Most of the wars fought on this planet are influenced by the ongoing war between us and Clautius. The Muggle world wars were directly related, as well as the war against Grissenwauld. I believe that most of the evil dictators were somehow influenced by Clautius, if not trained by him directly. Most of them have spouted his ideas as if they were their own. So, we've had a fairly hefty influence. " Xander also stood and stretched.
"Anything else?" Most of the Order members shook their heads. Dumbledore poked his head up.
"If you could ward the castle, then how do personal protection wards work?" I couldn't find anything written on them and the Dursleys need them in order to be able to leave the castle...
"A person with magic would be able carry their own wards, but a nonmagical person would be warded the same as an inanimate object." She walked over to the Dursleys, sitting in the corner. "Watch carefully." She placed her hands on Petunia Durleys's forehead. A soft, deep blue glow emanated from her palm, and surrounded Petunia. The glow seeped into her skin, and Alanna removed her hand. Xander strode up behind them and threw a ball of fire at the unsuspecting mortal. Petunia screamed and threw up her hands to protect herself. Instantly, a deep blue aura surrounded her and absorbed the fire. Xander did the same to Vernon then Alanna tested his wards. She turned around.
"Everyone catch that? Any more questions? No? Great! Now we get to ask the questions. First, what did you do with Grissenwauld? He was a pain in the butt."
Dumbledore stood up and paced the front of the room. "In the final battle, I faced Grissenwauld. We dueled for hours, neither of us gaining or losing any ground. I tried one spell, out of desperation. With the help of the first Order of the Phoenix, we ripped a hole into Hell, and cast him there."
Alanna's jaw dropped. "You did WHAT???" she screeched. Dumbledore recoiled.
"Yes, I did. I opened a portal to Hell and sent him there. Pretty ingenious..." He trailed off. "It wasn't ingenious, was it?"
"Nope, who owns Hell? Clautius. Who was Grissenwauld's master? Clautius. Basically, you just sent him home." Xander stated grimly. "Alanna, they didn't know. You can't blame them, especially since they had no clue about Clautius. They thought they were being clever."
"Do you remember when that happened? We were on clean up duty for over ten years! Demons coming through left and right, the two planes improperly sealed, it was a mess! The Americans covered it up with the Vietnam and Korean Wars!" Harry and Draco cringed from the images of carnage and mayhem Alanna was projecting at top volume.
Dumbledore was about to dismiss the meeting, but Xander asked another question. "So, what is the plan for dealing with Voldemort? You do have a plan, right?"
"Of course we have a plan. When they attack, we repel their forces, unless Voldemort is actually with them. Then Harry will vanquish him once and for all.
"What about after that? You know his followers won't give up once their leader's dead."
"Umm" The rest of the Order was at a loss for words. They looked at each other, silently asking themselves why didn't we think of that?.
"Do you have any offensive tactics? Don't you attack them? Do you deplete their forces? How many Death Eaters are there? Do you have any spies?"
Severus Snape spoke up. Actually, I can answer that. No, there are no offensive tactics. We do not attack, though I have urged the Order to do so many times. Their forces continue to grow, and the last count was over two hundred, with an unknown number of sympathizers, and fifteen in the Inner Circle. I am the only spy for our side, though I know for a fact that he has two in place in Hogwarts. They are students, because I am the only one reporting to him during the summer."
"So, let me see if I get this. Basically, you have no plan of action except stick a fifteen year old kid out there and hope for the best. Great, just great." Alanna threw up her hands in exasperation. Snape snickered.
"That sums it up nicely, yes."
Dumbledore called the meeting to a close before anything even more embarassing happened to the Order and himself. "Well, I think that wraps up the meeting. I wanted you to meet our newest allies, and they pack quite a punch." Draco sniggered. Yeah, old man, they had you crying like a baby. Harry sputtered and laughed. "Could I see all the staff members? The rest of you, thank you for your time. Remus Lupin if you could stay?" Hogwart's staff huddled around Dumbledore.
Draco hung upside down in front of Alanna. "Hey, sis, could you show me how to use my powers?"
"Sure, but I think your headmaster is going to ask us to teach here. Call it a woman's intuition. So, you might just have us in the classroom."
Ten minutes later, after the rest of the staff had been dismissed, Dumbledore approached the two immortals. "We have reached a decision, and feel it would be beneficial if you could join our staff here and train our students in the lost arts. No one teaches wandless magic and elemental magic anymore because no one knows really how to do it effectively. But, you two are most proficient at it, more so than I could ever be. Would you consider staying on as instructors?"
Alanna turned and stared at Harry and Draco. See, what did I tell you? She turned back to Dumbledore. "If it means that we can train our champion, and can watch out for our brother, then we would be honored to teach here. Besides, there are so many students that would be proficient in wandless magic. No one really needs the wand, except those that are so weak magically that they could never master any other type of magic."
Alanna and Xander excused themselves, and left the room. Harry and Draco followed them. "Hey, Harry, wait up!" Ron and Hermione hurried after them.