Thanks to those who have reviewed (hope more will after this chapter) and FYI I've put in a Harry Potter character in this chapter...and plan to put in more in the following chapters. Can you guess who it is? Tell me what you think in your reviews...

Here we go...

Chapter 3, Beckoned

"...music. It beckoned him, lilting and insistent; delicate music, played by delicate instruments that he could not identify, with one rippling, bell- like phrase running through it in a gold thread of delight.

In the moment of his waking, it began to fade, beckoning as it went, and then as he opened his eyes it was gone.

...only the memory of that one rippling phrase still echoing..."

"I'm sorry, was I not doing something right?" the 'waitress' asked, unfazed by the look of death Chris was giving her.

"I know your kind. You're here on a different agenda and I don't plan on being clueless."

"Oooo...you're not like the rest. That could make this a little more difficult..."

"What do you mean 'this'?"

She just smiled and nodded suspiciously.

Before Chris could even blink, he heard the unmistakable sound of something coming at him. Without even a thought to check what it was, he instinctively orbed out as the something harmlessly went past his orbs.

"Whoops," The person who had carried out the attack said in a 'whatever, I couldn't careless' tone.

He took out his wand and lazily sent the arrow back his way. "So, did you really think that would actually work...or are you as stupid as you look?"

"I just wanted to slow him down for a bit. I didn't know he was that good...damnit...and he's the only one that can end the timestop."

"I thought you would have enough power to at least counteract a witch's magic. Whatever...I could do it anyway..."

With a short spell, his wand shot off a translucent ray that split off throughout the entire bar, and once it hit everyone and everything in the area, all activity resumed to normal.

The agent of the Dark council sniffed at him, annoyed that she couldn't pull off that herself. He was just a wizard and nothing compared to the status she held. Okay so he was pretty powerful, but still!

The wizard looking around the bar, scanning for someone. "Is he, by some chance, going to reappear in the vicinity? Or was that a 'for good' disapparating?"

She was prevented from answering him as a woman was tapping her shoulder, trying to get her attention.

"Yes??" She asked, a little more bothered than she had meant to be what with the current situation.

Before timestop--"What may you like, miss?" A round-faced, red-cheeked dumpy sort of waitress asked politely of the woman.

"I don't need anything at the moment, thanks." She answered simply, completely unfazed by her attitude.

"Yes, I'm sure you don't..." She snapped unnecessarily.

As she went past the wizard, she grabbed his arm and shoved him out the door. She closed the door and turned to him, all anger present on her face.

"Did you do it?" She demanded of him.

"It was your side's idea, wasn't it? To stop it...why are you asking if I 'did it'? What the hell are you playing at?"

"No, that was a blatant lie! Of course 'we' want it to happen! He killed more than he saved. It would be just wrong to keep it from happening!"

"Okay then, so no, I did no such thing. And frankly, I don't give a damn. Good-bye."

"Doors!" He called and before him appeared the ancient Doors of Time, which he nonchalantly went through, back to his own time.

She headed back into the bar. The woman she had blown off earlier was eyeing her with careful suspicion. In return, she completely dismissed her and walked toward another customer. Her plan would come about, even if she had kill for it...

"Chris!" He shouted into the dark night sky. While waiting, he looked around and took in his surroundings. He missed this place. There was such a strong sense of nostalgia that he felt, heard, and saw...he often wondered why he always came back here. Maybe it was because of what it meant...what it stood for...what it lost. A whole generation of wizards and witches had been taught here, grown as friends and some more than, and had laughed, cried, and most of all stayed true to each other even after...

Even after everything and everyone had stood together for the last time. And all that remained were memories...memories were all that was left.

"Hey...I'm here..." Chris announced his presence, shaking the other out of his reverie.

When he didn't answer back, Chris prompted, "Is the plan...?"

He stared back at him, now uneasy of what his plan involved, but it was the best they had.

"Yes, the plan's still good. I'm just going into the next phase now. You can take care of the rest?"

"After you bring him in, yes...but are you sure we should include him?"

"I'm not really sure of anything these days."

Chris nodded knowingly, "For all it's worth, Hogwarts will be rebuilt. We can't possibly let it stay defunct."

"It just won't be the same...it never will be." He replied, looking up at the place where once stood a solitary tower, where you could see the stars and study them.

"See you..." He said, and called for the ancient Doors of Time.

Chris just stood there, listening to the echo of that rippling bell-like phrase, before he too left the place of once upon a time...

TBC...please review, can you guess who the mystery HP character is?