In the Shadows Chapter 7, a harry potter fanfic

-----------A/N: Thanks to my friend AbeoUmbra for her help on this chapter---------

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Sub Zero revelled in cold weather; it was literally his element; the snowy peaks of Tibet his favourite place in the world. However, his four companions were less sympathetic to the whether and as a result were wrapped in warm clothes that caused them to go slower.

"Come on, we cannot stop until we reach the temple, as soon as we are there, you can rest and eat" he assured them

"How do you stand this weather?" Padma asked, her teeth chattering.

"Being a cryomancer is of great assistance in that matter. Come, it is over this ridge" he called out, spurring them onwards.

The teenagers all put in a valiant effort and ran over the ridge to see a rather amazing sight: the Temple of the Lin Kuei. Like Hogwarts it exuded an aura of mystery and magic, although it seemed sinister where Hogwarts was benevolent. Still, this was their safe haven for a while.

They approached the doors of the temple and Sub Zero flung them open in a very grand gesture. They all hurried inside ahead of him, desperate for warmth. The doors closed with a bang and the room began to warm up again.

"Frost!" Sub Zero yelled.

A steady noise began echoing in the temple: footsteps. Soon a young woman that looked a bit like Sub Zero appeared. Her hair was blue and white and stuck up in such a fashion that it looked like a blue flame. Her build was slender but powerful, but her body language was cocky.

"Grandmaster" she greeted with a bow.

"Frost, these four young people will be staying here with us for a while. They are in danger and I want you to teach them" Sub Zero explained.

"You're kidding. You're not kidding" Frost mumbled, looking at the firm look in her Sifu's eyes.

"Well, what for?" she asked.

"Because their government is out to get them in one way or another and a good friend of mine asked me to protect them. War is coming Frost, we will be involved" Sub Zero's voice dropped to freezing.

"Okay grumpy bones, don't get your loin clothe in a twist" she said and brushed past him.

'If I kill her, there won't be anyone to teach them' he thought.

"Welcome kiddy winks, I'm Frost and I'll be the person putting you through several kinds of hell for the next few weeks. We're up at six and asleep by eight, food will good, but other than that, you're time is your own" none of the teenagers trusted the somewhat deranged glint on Frost's eyes.

'Oh my god I'm to die' Neville thought as Frost beckoned for them to follow.

"I've changed my mind Frost; I won't be staying here for a week. I'm going back to England to help, and I don't know how Tonks fared against that Enforcer" Sub Zero said and made for the door.

"Okay, have fun" Frost called.

As soon as the doors shut, Frost rounded on her new students and grinned. They all gulped. Instead of doing something mad, she just made them hurry up and took them to a large hall, much like the hall in Hogwarts; only it was filled with adults rather than children.

"Stay here. I'll get some food" Frost muttered and walked towards the central table and grabbed two huge platters. Filling each one individually with bowls of rice, meats and vegetables and some chop sticks she returned to the door.

"Come on, there are some separate quarters by Sifu's room that you can use. Can I trust you young man not to be a pervert and sleep on one side of the room or do I have to give you my speech on mutual respect" Frost shot a deadly look at Neville.

"No, I'll be good" Neville replied with a gulp.

"Good boy" Frost grinned again.

The room they were shown to was large and oddly soothing. It had a large fireplace and thick rugs made of animal skin on the floors. A wooden trestle table with bench seats sat by the fire, which had a large pot over it.

"Sit by the fire while I put this on the table" Frost's tone was gentler now that they were alone.

Padma and Parvati sat huddling together while Luna and Neville sat side by side and looked miserable. Frost set the food down and retrieved five cups and a tea strainer and tea leaves from a shelf. A large teapot sat on the stones by the hearth. Gently tipping the pot forward, Frost filled the teapot.

"Okay, food and drinks are up" she said.

"Great" Neville said.

Although different from the more English meals from Hogwarts, the food was very nice, although the vegetables were a bit spicy. As they ate, Frost poured them some cups of Green Tea.

"It's truly bitter stuff, but good for the body. Warm ya up too" she said, drinking her own cup.

"Now, who would like to tell me exactly why you are here?" Frost asked.

The group quietly spoke amongst themselves for a few minutes, Frost waiting patiently and drinking her tea. Soon enough a decision was reached and this time, Neville imparted the story.

"Our parents were all arrested last night under some new laws in England that claimed they were traitors or anti government" Neville explained.

"What on earth for; being against the government of the day doesn't mean you're a traitor" Frost looked somewhat bemused.

"A dark wizard has returned. Lord V-Voldermort. He killed Harry's parents, and one of his followers tortured my parents until their sanity broke. Anyway, the Ministry has gone made and instituted some laws and are arresting people now for no good reason" Neville continued.

"Now I understood everything in there except Wizard. I know that a few of the Warriors from Outworld and Edina are capable of magic, but…" Frost looked sceptical.

"Accio, scarf" Luna used her wand to summon the small scarf around Frost's thigh.

"No way" she exclaimed, an amazed look on her face.

"There is a largely unknown society of wizards all over the world. And we are exactly that" Padma explained.

"Okay, cool" Frost suddenly took on a like much like that of a child at Christmas.

For the next hour, the teens amused Frost by performing various magical spells. In a way it helped them take their minds of things. Soon though it was time for bed and Frost provided some mattresses and blankets for them. Padma further impressed them by transfiguring the mattresses into four poster beds like the ones in Hogwarts.

"Okay, you are so coming to my quarters tomorrow" Frost said and bid them goodnight.

"Luna, are you okay?" Padma asked, turning over to face the blonde.

"No, my father is all I have left Padma, I don't want to lose him" Luna curled up tightly.

"He'll be fine; Professor Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix will save him" Neville proclaimed.

"I hope so" Luna replied softly, closing her eyes.

'Me too Luna, me too' Padma thought as she closed her eyes.

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Tonks woke up, her head buzzing like she'd been drinking. Tonks knew she hadn't been drinking because the last thing she remembered was seeing Hanzo take his face off and breathe fire onto someone. Blinking Tonks tried to get up: her body immediately overrode her.

"Okay, getting up hurts. Never a good sign" she muttered.

"I see your sense of humour is intact" a calm voice said.

Tonks looked to the left: Sub Zero and Hanzo were sitting on chairs. She blinked: Sub Zero was here? Tonks thought she'd left him at Heathrow to accompany the kids to the Lin Kuei temple.

"I thought you were in Tibet?" Tonks croaked.

"I decided to leave them in the capable hands of Frost, although I imagine poor Neville is feeling left out. I am also mildly afraid she'll seduce him and then inject her young into his lifeless husk" Sub Zero joked.

"Ha ha" Tonks muttered, rubbing her head.

"You should have been more careful, Tonks" Hanzo reprimanded.

"You are a sanctimonious sod aren't you" Tonks grumbled.

"Only when I'm right" Hanzo replied and stood up to leave.

"I believe Harry will want to know you have finally woken up" he added and walked out.

"How long was I out for?" she asked, watching Hanzo walk away.

"About a week I think, poor young man was rather beside himself this week I hear. Grumpy too" Sub Zero smirked at her as he too left the room.

"Where are you off to all smug and happy?" Tonks asked, squinting.

"I'm going to take Rolanda to dinner or something" he said with a shrug.

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Harry was in Charms class with Ron and Hermione; the whole school was still abuzz from seeing Scorpion simply appear in their school, even though it had Anti Apparate magic protecting it. Harry was still a bit moody about Tonks being hurt and Snape's attitude. Hermione on the other hand was being driven nuts by both of them.

"Oh honestly you two, stop being so sour" she groaned.

"I'm not sour" Harry and Ron replied at once.

"The defence rests" Hermione muttered and returned to her work.

Twenty minutes later, the Charms class ended and they filed out, end of classes until after lunch. As they made their way to the Great Hall, Harry noticed a poser on the school's noticeboard. Curious he approached and read it.

Want to fight for Hogwarts?

For students 1st though 7th year, join Watchers and help the Ministry of Magic weed out the dangerous Dark Wizards and Witch's in your school! If interested the Three Broomsticks will be hosting a meeting Friday after classes and that Saturday.

Help the Ministry of Magic fight You-Know-Who!

Delores Jane Umbridge,

Director of the Peace

Peace Office

"Oh no. You have to be kidding me" Harry grabbed the poster off the wall.

The poster was still clean which meant it was still new, so hopefully not many people had seen it. Harry grimaced and scrunched the poster up and threw it into the nearest fireplace with an ugly look on his face. He couldn't understand it: only last year the Ministry wouldn't believe him, now that they did believe him, they were trying to recruit spies from within Hogwarts, it didn't make sense…

'…Or does it?' Harry quickly remembered a section of the text.

'That was what it said' Harry sat down and thought for a second but was able to come up with nothing to telling.

"Oh well, I suppose the irony of it will be that Slytherin students like Draco will join" Harry stood and walked to find his friends.

"Hermione, did you see the poster that was on the noticeboard back there?" he asked as he sat down.

"Hmmm?" Hermione wasn't listening, engrossed in a book.

"Ron what about you mate, you see it?" Harry turned to his friend.

"That the really cheesy one that was signed by Umbridge?" he asked.

"Yeah" Harry nodded.

"Yeah I saw it, not good I reckon" Ron said, gulping his mashed potatoes.

"Yeah, that old wench nearly ruined this place once with her schemes, now she's doing it again" Ginny hissed.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, finally looking up from her book.

"Umbridge has created a students' Anti Dark Wizards group called Watchers. Says it's to help 'weed out dangerous Dark Wizards and Witches' or some such nonsense" Harry quoted the poster.

"You're joking?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and pointed to another one that was being passed around the Slytherin and…Ravenclaw tables. Hermione was furious that the intelligent Ravenclaws would want a bar of such tripe, but its presence at the Slytherin table confused her most until McGonagall appeared behind her and muttered.

"The best place to hide an apple tree is in an orchid" Hermione jumped at her Head of House's voice.

"Professor McGonagall, you startled me" Hermione said with a flush.

"Indeed. Ms. Granger, since the Patil twins' exodus, you and Ms. Weasley are the only ones I trust to take care of arranging the Masquerade Ball this coming Saturday night. Most of the preparations are already complete but some final details require a sharp eye and stylish hand" she said, looking between them both.

"Okay" Hermione said automatically.

"Oh nuts" Ginny muttered as McGonagall walked off.

"What, I thought you loved sewing and dress making and all that stuff?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, but that's for me, not handling decorations for a huge party like this" Ginny groaned, shooting a grouchy look at Hermione.

"Well we can go and talk to the committee this afternoon and see what needs doing, if it's as near completion as McGonagall says it is then we'll be fine" Hermione brushed Ginny's concern off.

"Teachers pet" Ginny muttered, earning a giggle from Ron.

Hermione pretended not to hear her and opened up another book. She was actually wondering how their friends were doing in hiding.

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Neville lay on the ground, barely moving. A few feet from him was Luna, nursing a broken arm. Padma was sitting on a bench cursing a blue streak in English and Hindu, Parvati was content just to sit and look cross. Frost and a couple of other Lin Kuei were standing over them, smiling.

"Come on, you've only done a couple of rounds each. On ya feet" Frost demanded.

"We aren't used to this kind of thing" Neville croaked out.

"That much is obvious cream puff. Luna, I'll have someone set that bone so it heals properly" one of the other Lin Kuei, a young sounding man spoke and went to summon their surgeon.

"Fair enough. Neville, you at the very least aren't injured so up ya get" Frost picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

"You are evil" Neville muttered, steadying himself on his feet.

"No, I'm just relentless in my efforts to bring out the warrior spirit I see in you" Frost replied.

"But why then are you being so tough on me?" he asked, getting frustrated.

"I never said I don't enjoy what I do" Frost reminded him.

"But, I'm not a fighter, more a hindrance really" Neville said, looking at his feet.

'That isn't what my information tells me' Frost thought and began going through Neville's file in her head.

After Sub Zero left, a large eagle had dropped a package off. Inside was the collected school and personal history of each of the four teenagers. Frost needed them because she needed to know if something scared them or bring about a high emotional response. For Neville, she believed his parents would be the catalyst.

"Strange really, the son of two powerful Wizard warriors is so weak he cannot even avenge them" Frost knew it was cruel to do it; but if it would spur him to fight and unlock his spirit, then she'd feel his rage.

"What did you say?" Neville's head shot straight up.

"You're not deaf. I know about your parents, warriors who held out until the end, their minds broken by a coward. I also know that you came in contact with the individual who did that to them" Frost could almost see the rage pouring out of him now.

"Shut up about them" Neville growled.

"Yes, you two engaged in battel last year, and you were defeated as if you were NOTHING. When the time comes for revenge you do not stop until they are dead or until you are dead" Frost saw the boy come to breaking point.

Suddenly Neville exploded and attacked Frost. Being small, Neville was able to move reasonably quickly, stunning everyone, even Frost. He threw a large haymaker punch at her face. Frost blocked it easily but Neville's follow up was actually very inventive. Instead of another haymaker, Neville threw a straight karate style punch right in her face. The sudden change threw Frost off guard so much that Neville actually managed to hit her.

CRACK. Frost wasn't sure which made the noise, her mask breaking or Neville's hand fracturing; all she cared about was that she'd brought his warrior spirit out. Now all she had to do was focus it instead of make him unleash it. Neville fell to his knees, crying, Frost smiled and removed her mask.

"Well done, Neville. Here, I imagine this one of many things we're going break in this training regime" Frost knelt down and handed her broken mask to Neville.

"What?" Neville looked up, a young man on the end of a long rope.

"You're not weak Neville; the only thing that's wrong with you is your narrow knowledge of combat. That is what I am going to change" Frost smiled and gave Neville a pat on the back.

"The same goes for the rest of you. As crappy as it will feel, I will be digging deep into your lives to find out what you hate most, what you fear most and what you want most. And I will use it against you" Frost made the position clear.

"Why?" Luna spoke quietly as the surgeon attended her arm.

"Because warriors must know their fears, hates and their wants. Without that basic understanding of your character you cannot become a warrior" Frost addressed them with great seriousness.

Padma and Luna looked at each other. Luna's arm in a sling while the bones mended the old fashioned way for a while, until such time a trustworthy healer wizard could be found in Tibet. Parvati stood up, wavering on her feet.

"You want your turn then?" Frost asked with a very cocky grin.

Parvati shook as she took up stance, a challenging look in her eyes as she squared up with Frost. The female cryomancer walked towards her with deliberate finesse. With a quickness born of training and experience, Frost threw a punch at Parvati. To her pleasant surprise, Parvati ducked under the punch and pushed the arm away and kicked Frost in the ribs.

"Good, you are all learning. Now, we step it up a notch" Frost smiled.

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Hermione was indeed a force to be reckoned with. No matter the task and no matter the opposition she would attack it with the sort of determination one expects from a hunter. She had whipped the Ball committee into shape forth with and by Saturday afternoon, the Great Hall was ready for the senior years. Ginny had seen to the junior ballroom. An unused classroom magically enhanced by McGonagall to be about the size of the real Great Hall.

"You owe me big time woman" Ginny grouched and flung herself into a chair, groaning from muscle pain.

"Do I indeed?" Hermione asked with a shocked look.

"Yes you do, massage my shoulders and we'll be even" Ginny muttered.

Smiling wearily, Hermione stood behind the chair and began massaging Ginny's shoulders. Ginny nearly melted into the chair as the tension eased from her aching limbs, sore from hanging decorations to delicate to entrust to magic.

"You are a god at this you know" Ginny mumbled.

"That's goddess and thank you, I do know" Hermione corrected.

"Where is my no good brother and that hellion Harry he calls a friend?" Ginny asked, noticing their absence.

"Hogsmeade, Harry is buying his robes for tonight. I still can't wrap my head around it" Hermione chuckled.

"Around what?" Ginny looked up her puzzled girlfriend.

"Harry and Tonks, it's just so incongruous. I don't think it's bad, Tonks has helped him heal these past few months. Still, who saw it coming?" Hermione explained.

"I dare say no one, which is why it is so nice for him. It wasn't alluded to in the papers of expected of him by people. It is a relationship of his own creation with a woman of his choosing" Ginny was able to succinctly sum it all up.

"You should be a relationship therapist or something. And as for the woman angle, if they decided to, you know, the poor boy may get a little overwhelmed" Hermione couldn't help but snort, imaging poor Harry taking in the sight of Tonks with no clothes on.

"I concur, it may kill him" Ginny giggled.

"That would be a man's death" male voices made them both look to their left.

"Seamus and Dean, what are you two doing?" Ginny was immediately suspicious of them.

"Well, we were actually wondering who Harry was bringing to the ball, he's been uptight all bloody week" Seamus muttered.

"He is meeting someone there, for all other information you will have to ask Harry, anyway, who are you two taking?" Ginny directed the conversation back to them.

"We aren't taking anyone, nor do we feel like chancing it on the off chance we end up with someone like Pansy from Slytherin" Dean explained; Seamus doing a 'Homer Simpson' shudder at the mention of Pansy's name.

"If you two are planning on creating some Fred and George style mischief, I'll skin you both alive" Hermione looked straight at them with very narrow eyes.

"No, we have offered to chaperone the junior dance, make sure no funny buggers try and pull a fast one" Seamus muttered.

"You miss Parvati and Padma don't you?" Ginny asked a genuine sympathetic look on her face.

"Yeah, I guess we do" this time they spoke in unison.

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Harry was in Hogsemeade with Ron, this much was true. Looking for robes was a bit of a misnomer, more like desperately searching. So far, Harry hadn't found anything that seemed right.

"Come on mate, we've been everywhere looking for robes, even the kinds of placed known for their danger to anal virginity" Ron moaned, being the tactless bugger he always was.

"Well you weren't de-virginised Ron, so stop whinging" Harry muttered.

"Harry, just because you suffer from an inferiority complex in your relationship, no need to be grouchy with me" Ron snapped with a grin.

"Smartarse" Harry hissed and stood up again.

"Why don't you try that costume shop, it is after all a masquerade ball" Ron pointed to a small costume shop, almost unnoticeable.

"Well, we've tried everywhere else" Harry agreed and made his way towards the shop.

The shop itself seemed dingy to most, but Harry felt like it was a warm and friendly place. An old wizard behind the counter looked at them both with eyes as sharp as dragon claws.

"What can I do for you young fellas?" he asked, a distinct accent in his voice.

"I'm looking for something to wear to a masquerade ball" Harry answered.

"I see, well, step this way gentlemen" the old wizard beckoned them both towards his wares.

There was formal wear of both Wizard and Muggle origin, from robes to tuxedos of all colours and styles. There were even some medieval European and Asian formal clothes. Harry perused them for a long while until he came across a set of old Wizard's robes bearing the crest of Godric Gryffindor and a sword hanging at its waist. The robes themselves were a scarlet colour with a black trim, the emblem on the chest was made of a gold fabric.

"How much for this item?" Harry asked.

"You've a fine eye young man. You in Gryffindor house young'en?" the old man carefully removed the robes from their display and began packing the robes up.

"Yeah, I am" Harry was relieved that this old Wizard didn't recognise him.

"Okay, that will be 12 Galleons" Harry handed over the money in an instant.

"Thank you sir" Harry said and collected the package.

"You are most welcome, Mr. Potter" the old Wizard said as Harry and Ron exited the shop.

"Come on, let's drop into the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer shall we" Ron smiled at Harry's frustrated face.

"Sure, why not" Harry said and threw his arms up in resignation.

Harry and Ron walked into the Three Broomsticks and pulled up a seat each and ordered a few butterbeers. The pub was abuzz with voices taking of all the normal things; women, money and their work. As Madam Rosemerta put their drinks down, Harry heard her mutter about 'some ugly toad woman' and lots of 'snotty nose children' in the private dining room.

"Wait a minute; you remember that poster we saw in the Great Hall the other day about some youth group the Ministry created?" he said.

"Yeah, I do actually. Wasn't the main meeting being held here today?" Ron had it finally dawn on him.

Harry nodded and inclined his head towards the dining room. Ron nodded back and they both left their table and went over to the door to another table. Ron produced two Extendable Ears that he'd managed to salvage from his mother's purge last year. Placing the ear parts on the doors, they placed the cords in their ears so they could hear.

"-Umbridge, how do we know what to look for?" a nervous sounding voice asked.

"Well, anyone who obviously opposes the Ministry is someone to be suspicious of. Also anyone who maintains highly secretive personal goings on or groups are also to be investigated" the sickly and falsely sweet voice Ron and Harry loathed replied.

"Should we try and infiltrate these groups or befriend these people?" a girl asked.

"Only if you truly believe that you can withstand their dark teachings and such" Umbridge replied in a placating voice.

"What about students who seem, unbalanced" Harry would recognise that voice anywhere: Draco.

"What do you mean Draco?" she asked in a sycophantic way.

"Well take Harry Potter for instance. He and I were practicing Defence against Dark Arts, very properly I assure you. Then he just went mad, and attacked me. He broke my elbow and my knee using some Muggle fighting" Draco spat the word.

'He's probably jealous that he can't do it' Harry thought.

"Well, yes, individuals like that should be watched very carefully. In fact, if it happens again, then you should report him to me. It isn't surprising, having a mudblood for a mother" Umbridge gave Draco very clear instructions.

Harry tightened his grip on the butterbeer bottle, gripping it so hard that Ron thought the glass was breaking. Harry's family was a tenuous subject at best with him, but to outright insult Lily or James Potter was to invite violence upon your person.

"What if we were to say we also believe he's a sexual deviant" Pansy Parkinson pipped up.

Harry and Ron froze: what the hell could that crazy girl have been talking about? A look of dread crossed Harry's face: he'd gone to visit Tonks during the week to see if she was still up to the dance. Pansy must have been there and seen him.

"Harry?" Ron asked.

"I went to see Tonks a couple of nights ago, we had a chat and I kissed her. Pansy must have seen me" Harry whispered.

"Ms. Parkinson, what are you talking about?" Umbridge asked.

"I saw Harry Potter in the medical wing of Hogwarts, there was young woman there, and she'd been brought to Hogwarts by some weird man. Harry kissed her while he was there" Pansy explained.

"Hmm, yes, that is a very worrying development. I did not know that Hogwarts was caring for prostitutes now" Umbridge said in a faux weary tune.

Ron had to quickly restrain Harry and remove the extendable ears from the door. Seeing that Harry looked ready to start a real scene, Ron decided it would be best to get him out of the pub. Grabbing their unopened butterbeers, Ron thanked Madam Rosemerta and managed to march him out of the pub.

"Bloody hell mate, you nearly blew it then" Ron said to him: Harry still looked ready to kick the door down and hurt every living thing in that room.

"The only thing I want to blow is that door, I want to blow it down and then blow them sky high" Harry snarled.

"Yeah I know, but you do that and god knows what Umbridge will be able to do to you. You could be looking at a stint in Azkaban" Ron hissed.

"I will not let her call Tonks a whore. Not while I can defend her honour" Harry got right in Ron's face.

"Merlin Harry, get over yourself. While I'm sure that kind of crap goes down well in books, be realistic about that. Tonks is an Auror, she will have been accused of worse. So pull your head in and realise that she doesn't need your protection" Ron had Harry by the front of his robes.

"I thought that kind of advice was annual with you" Harry said after a few minutes, looking defeated.

"Yeah well, having no Luna around has given me a lot spare thinking time" Ron admitted with a long face.

"Fair enough, come on, we may as well go" Harry said, sounding resigned.

"Good call fella" Ron said and handed Harry his butterbeer.

Sighing, Harry and Ron made their way back towards Hogwarts, both of them thinking deeply about the information they'd just gathered. These 'Watchers' were going to be a huge threat to their personal privacy and their efforts to defeat Voldermort.

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Lord Voldermort sat on a throne of sorts in his hideout, some of his most wanted Death Eaters surrounding him. Bellatrix Lestrange, Wormtail and Lucius and some others. Curled around his feet was the giant snake Nagini. He was plotting to try and get into Hogwarts but as it stood at the moment, he had no idea how to do it.

"My Lord, there are two, men who seek an audience with you" a lower echelon Death Eater prostrated himself before Voldermort before speaking.

"Two mere mortals seek an audience with me, the Dark Lord!" Voldermort exclaimed.

"Well, my lord, they have killed my other guard. I beg your forgiveness for my failure" the Death Eater begged.

"Show them in then; they cannot be ordinary men if they can kill one of you" Voldermort shrugged, and beckoned Bellatrix and Lucius to his side.

The doors swung open and two tall and powerful men walked in. One had a grey coloured skin with tattoos on his body and the other was a handsome Chinese man in scarlet robes. Voldermort looked at them both with a critical look.

"No wands, I'm insulted" he said.

The Chinese man simply held his hand out and let loose a fireball at the Death Eater who'd shown him in. The other man laughed as the Death Eater ran around screaming in pain. Voldermort simply raised an eyebrow, as if appreciating a work of art.

"Impressive, but why are you here?" Voldermort asked.

"Voldermort, what if we were to tell you that we could take you to a place where men like you are not criminals but generals of armies, leaders of men and rulers of great empires" Quan Chi said.

"I would ask if you were mad" Voldermort replied.

"Well, there is such a place, known as Outworld. Ruled by a man much like yourself, our lord Shao Kahn. In that land we could also teach you magic darker than you can imagine" Shang Tsung dangled that like a carrot in Voldermort's face.

"Like what?" Bellatrix was furious that anyone could say they could teach Lord Voldermort anything.

Shang turned around and saw the still flaming Death Eater. Smirking he walked over to the man. Violently stamping on him, Shang held his hand over the man's chest.

"Your soul, is MINE" Shang yelled out.