A/n: I hope that the last chapter makes sense now. Oh and if you want to read the chapters without the A/ns (Well without the important ones) search for the story at AFF. Well I don't know why you would apart from if the story turns nc-17, I mean who WOULDN'T wanna read my random commentary. Ohh that's an Idea it'll be like those directors thingies on DVDs… Ok im rambling. Ohhh btw there's a new chapter of I, vampire out so read it… but read this first! Actually Im an author so I shouldn't show favouritism…. Maybe I should add in my crappiest story ever (which I deleted a few weeks ago… thank mooselord….)

Oh and my head is also screwed up after doing some confusing age calculations for I, vampire. I forgot to compensate for the 15+ years of life I had to include for harrys age then I had to rewrite the chapter to change Ginny's age and then work out the age difference between the two Weasley Juniors (over 9 months since their not twins) oh and I need to decide who Ron married… and the fact that he conceived at the age of over 80! Oh well enough of my shit now onto the chapter im sorry for its lack of length but………………!

Inside the founders keep there sat a pair very attractive young women. One, a redhead lay sprawled out across a velvet cushioned bed while the other, a voluptuous brunette sat across from her, her attention directed towards the small viewing globe in front of her.

The brunette smirked as she watched her master deflect a curse back to its owner, the fool's brain dribbling out of his nose as he collapsed silently to the ground.

Suddenly, the Brunette was sent reeling as a shockwave of energy smashed her from her seat. A startled cry came from the redhead before she ran to help her fallen friend.

However as she reached out towards her, her hand grasped at thin air.

Hermione granger had vanished.

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The robed figure smirked darkly.

'One down, three to go.'

He felt no remorse for his former comrades deaths. Their heresy should not have gone unpunished and now he was seeing so that it did. Three millennia of exile from his people had shown him how harsh the world of mortal man had become. How cruel and heartless. The last of the elder races were fleeting. Preferring to stay hidden rather then spread their influence across modern society. The children of the light shunned in self-imposed exile.

However it seemed that all was not going so well among the mortals. Even now, as their society hung on the brink of destruction, many still were oblivious to their peril. The more informed hiding their knowledge to prevent their own persecution. The fools.

He turned back towards his follower who still held his Wychblade, ready to strike any new foes.

"Dispose of it, and then meet back at the webway. We have much to discuss."

The warlock nodded before sheathing his blade and kneeling before the body. Happy that the situation had been contained, the robed man left.

It was not even a minute until a new figure appeared. However this figure was distinctly feminine. Her well formed body protected by thick but weightless swirling black metal. Her long ebony tresses almost reached her waist and in an armour clad gauntlet, a glowing mace was held aloft.

She approached the chanting figure. Her weapon rose. However as soon as the heavy mace head fell a blade swung out and parried the blow.

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The two figures glared daggers at each other as they let the weapons slide apart. At length the warlock began to laugh.

"So, this is the one who dared fight my master?"

She remained silent, cold hands gripping the mace's handle as she prepared to leapt into action.

The warlock laughed again

"You think you can out fight me?"

Her eyes never leaving his she spoke

"If he was your master then I doubt that you will provide any ample challenge"

With a speed akin to that of lightning his hand flew out and she cried out as the fist connected to her jaw.

"You watch your mouth bitch! Even our master cannot divine such things, you will not have the element of surprise this time!"

Her jaw still aching from his blow she managed to throw another jibe at the quick-to-anger man

"Have I been away from our plane for too long or is it also proper custom and etiquette there as well for all males to wear dresses?"

Another blow was her only answer.

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Nobody in the assembly dared to move as they stared at the two enemies, captivated at the sight of what had to be the two most powerful beings in existence. Voldemorts feeble plea for assistance went unnoticed as the looming figure of Harry Potter stalked slowly towards Voldemorts whimpering form, his eyes glowing an eerie emerald.

"Now so big without your pathetic followers, eh Tommie boy?" Harry mocked as he circled Voldemorts throne.

Harry drew closer until his face was only inches apart from the snakefaced mans ugly skull

"Boo!"

Voldemort fell ungraceful from his throne and rolled a few feet away. He curled up in a ball in an attempt to hide from his foe

"Nooo… please…."

"Aww. How pathetic. I thought you would at least put up a little fight. Not much reason to kill you then…"

Voldemorts eyes filled with hope, however it was ruined when Harry spoke again

"However it wouldn't be a great loss to the world if I killed you, eh?"

"Nooo… please….ill give you power! We can rule the world with you as my right hand!"

"And why would I want to be at your side your follower your servant? Don't you understand Riddle?"

Harry leaned in closer again

"I already have power. I am nobodies slave, to do as they will it. I am my own master, not some pawn in a foolish game between my lesser. I am darkness incarnate and no one as pathetic and weak as you deserve to live in my world."

And with that said, he drew himself up to his full height and from the inside of his cloak he drew the small paper-opener size dagger that he had crafted what seemed to be centuries ago. He raised the small knife to the air and with a crack in it's place he held a full sized sword with a similar inscription to the sword of Gryfindor that with which he had ended the old manipulative fools life. And again the blade drew blood as he swept the blade down in a graceful but powerful arc, its tip penetrating the thin paper-white skin of the snake-mans skull. With a maniacal roar he hewed the head from the shoulders and let the pulsing blade feed on the soul of his victim.

A murmur went through the assembly as the head of the man they had once served and worshiped fell from the body. Suddenly that murmur was replaced by a chorus of the anguished voice of agony as many of the group collapsed their arms bleeding a dark purple substance s their bodies were cleansed of the deadly brand they had all taken misguidedly. The others, their souls eternally pledged to their now-diseased master screamed as their bodies contorted and their limbs flailed. These few would not survive as their life force was stolen in a bid to replenish that of their fallen master. Harry watched as they finally lay still, the remainder looking up at him in a mixture of fear and awe.

Finally one woman stepped forward and closed the gap between the two before falling to her knees and kissing the hem of his robe.

"Master."