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Rating is pg-13 this is a A/U year5

I Will include parts of Harry Potter And the Halfblood Prince in this story. I will also add things from many animes and games I play as well. Thanks for the reviews, they are most apprecieted.

I have noticed a lot of mistakes in my work and I will go back to fix it when I can. I have no Beta (though I need one).

Sorry if you think this chapter is a little jumpy. And alsoI will get started on the revenge soon. It starts in one or two chapters. Sorry about that. Also I am slowly correcting errors and revising this.

parseltongue, any hissing type noises made by the letters, s, x and c will have either one or two s's after the sound, so it is not a spelling mistake.

written Parseltongue

telepathy

STRANGE VOICE TONES

Thoughts, as in wordless spellcasting?

Ronald Weasley was having a good year. A very good year indeed. With Potter out of the spot it it was his turn to shine and shine he will, after breakfast. Over the last ten months he had been busy inproving his popularity and decreasing Potter's. The bastard still had people who believed in him, but that number was rapidly decreasing. He had found within himself a small voice. At first he had ignored the voice but over time he started listening to it. As he listened to it's instructions he found himself becoming more successful in his ventures at Hogwarts and even at home, which was where he currently was.

The voice first appeared in third year. It was small and very rarely said anything at the time. It gotten louder, stronger in his fourth year. At first he ignored it, but it started wispering small plans in his ear. He really started listening to it during the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, when he had seen evidence of what it had said.

It had said that Potter was strong and shouldn't be his enemy, at least for now. To gather a circle of friends that were loyal to him, to gather information on Potter, to gain power to overcome what stood in the way of his ambitions. He saw first hand that Potter was strong during the task and now he started following, loosely, some of the voices orders.

The voice had said to wiat until Potter was at his weakest before striking. He lay in wait like a spider for his prey to become captured in his webs of deceit and soon enough his prey had indeed been captured. Potter had gone off the deep end and killed the Diggory family. Instead of greaving for what his friend had become he contacted several of his new friends. He had even gotten Draco Malfoy, the famous Bouncing Ferret, in his contacts. How he loathed Draco, but as the voice had said he had his uses. He used Draco's influence as a Malfoy to get a interview with several top reporters and even a few heads of the old families. Ron was shocked at just how far the Malfoy influence went, and just how powerful imperio is...

Ron sighed before going upstairs into his room, he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even remember getting anything to eat, but his stomach was full and that was enough for him. He opened the door of his room and sighed again. Locking the door behind him he moved to his small closet. He opened the door and knealed down to stir the potion he was making. How he hated potions, they reminded him of that smelly, greasy git he used to have as a potions professor. Man was he glad he was dead. The class had been cancelled and was given as a free period study for the subject. Ron just used the time to catch up on the latest news in Quiditch. Growling at how bad his favorite team was doing in the league, he sprinkled a small amount of redish-brown powder into the potion and saw as the potion turned a dark red, like blood.

Now what had he been thinking of again? Oh yes, the voice. He was making this potion under the voices instruction. The voice had told him to steal a certain book from the restricted section of the library, one he was already familiar with. What was it's name again? Ah well it didn't matter.

He was creating a potion called Cain's blood. The potion was named after one of the great founders of magic, Marcus Cain. Cain had grown furious at the British ways of magic and had taken a band of mages with similar mindsets and left to start anew in the new world. Cain had loved the elements of nature and believed that witchs and wizards should keep nature strong and only use magic that could only be recreated in nature. What had happened to the man's ventures weren't heard about till two hundred years after his defection to the new world. He founded the American ministry of magic. He had created a whole new field of magic by combining the natural magic he found in Amerca's native peoples. He created Elementals and recreated the ancient Druids. Not the Druids of now, but True Druids. American Wizardry had a mix of shamans, elementals and druids. Ron shook his head, he was really loosing it today, he knew he should have slept in today, but he just had to finish this potion. Back to the subject at hand, the potion was suposed to imbue temperary control over the elements of air and water and combine it with his own British magic to make him invisible for two hours. Twice as strong as the average invisiblity potion. Very useful for the confrontion that the voice told him was coming. Ron sighed, he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to be rich and famous and maybe shove that fact into other peoples faces like it had been shoved into his own face by Potter. Well, maybe he did want to fight a little. Just a little. Though he wouldn't mind showing Malfoy a thing or two, and Potter as well.

Speaking of Potter, that bastard's old firebolt had gotten him the postion of Keeper on the Gryffindore quiditich team, and they had won the cup this year. He found an obscure loop in the British Ministry's laws and found that he could now claim the Firebolt as his own in two weeks time. Just thinking of how popular and rich he would be then was intoxicating. He had a feeling he should be remembering something. He was reminded abrutly by the steam that was starting to be given off by the potion. Startled, he quickly grabbed a root of some strange plant the couldn't remember the name to and dropped it in and stirred counter-clockwise. Maybe he should pay more attention to the potion instead of his thoughts and memories, after all, the potion if done wrong can be fatal and self preservation is on the very top of Ron's list.

Harry awokened in a soft bed and knew at once that he wasn't at the Dursleys or in the Gryffindore dorms. He laid in bed until he could remember what had happened to him. It all rushed into his head at once. He was in another world, he had to go by a different name, and last but not least, he had a family now. Not Family like the Dursleys but Family like a father. Sirius was good but he and Harry had a slight falling out before his being brought here. He had so many questions and no answers. One of was just what did a prophesy entrial other than the terms inside. He got hit by a wave of homesickness suddenly. His bestfriends were still in the other world. infact, all his friends were in the other world. Why didn't he think of this before? He was getting angry but calmed. There was nothing he could do so why get angry. He realized that this wasn't like him but this situation was like no other he had been in before. Damnit, he had a right to be different in this case.
Jartyrae was in the portal room alone except for his faithful familiar. He was contemplating just what had gone wrong with the ritual. He sighed before getting up. He was restless and needed to curse, fight, or something along those lines. He wouldn't succumb to the urge to torture his troops, that just wasn't his thing, at least, such sudden pain wasn't, Mental manipulation was more his thing. He turned to the portal and had a crazy idea. He knew it was risky but he was NEEDED this. Conjuring a few sacks, he enchanted them quickly to be resistant to the elements. He was going to study and collect some samples of life in another world. He had already created a chain that was resistant to the powers of the portal. He tied the chain to himself while the other end was already tied unto the wall. He nodded to himself before leaping into the swirling nether.

He was spinning in all directions at once till he finally went through a layer in the portal.. He gasped and tryed to move as he saw himelf plummenting into dark redish-brown earth. Savatar was hissing wildly in fear.

THUMP.

He lost conciousness immedietly as he hit the ground.

"Massster, are you alright. Massster?"

He had a horrible head ache but quickly ignored it, he felt danger at the edges of his senses, from his familiar, he had a suspicion. He got up.

"I am fine Ssavatar. How are you faring."

"I sssurvived"

Jartyrae raised an eyebrow at that response but didn't say anything in reply. He looked around. The landscape was bleak and very hot. Realizing this Jartyrae cast a cooling charm on himself. He raised his eyebrow again as he looked at the corpse of a what looked to be a giant yellow frog. He saw the bite marks on it's foot and looked at Savatar. His suspicion had grown.

"You did thiss didn't you?" Jartyrae said questionably

"Ssso what if I did?" Savatar hissed mockingly back.

His suspicion confirmed, he reached through their bond and blasted a wave of magic through it. It looked like lighting leapt from Jartyrae to the snake. A ghastly shriek and something white flew out of Savatar and stood glaring at him. Savatar lost conciousness. It was slightly etherial and looked like a giant bug. It even had six limbs. Raising his wand he decided to see if he would get the fight he wanted.

The thing opened it's pincers and charged through the air at Jartyrae. Jartyrae leaped out of the way. He raised his eyebrows. This things was pretty quick. It shrieked again and a ball of white energy was sent in his direction.

"Protegor escado argentum" The sheild of the Silver coat of arms. A shield appeared in Jartyrae's free arm and the blast struck it hard. Though he was protected from the blast he was sent backward and he struck the ground hard. As he was getting up he winced in pain. That was going to bruise he thought as he looked at his leg. Cursing, he pointed his wand at the thing and decided if he could even hurt it normally seeing it looked etherial. Sure he could hurt etherial beings but it wasn't easy.

He sent a wave of energy through his eyes at the creature. It Shrieked again and charged. Jartyrae raised his shield and it collided with it. It wrapped around the shield and touched his arm before he could through the sheild off. Pain flared in his arm before he could whip the sheild off. That one touch proved all he need to know. It was etherial, but instead of going through harmlessly like most would, it hurt as if he was dipping his arm in hot oil. Something that HAD happened to Slytherin, not willingly of course. He took his wand and aimed it at the blasted thing. Thrusting his wand forward at the thing and then slicing it towards the frog-like corpse and thrusting again. Time to return it to where it belongs.

"Animo Manes" Normally this spell would take a dead body and create a servant, no magical ability or much thought process however. But with concentration this spell could be used to revive the recently dead, providing their ghost had appeared in this realm instead of the next. A very useful if somewhat dark spell, no normal healer would use it as it was outlawed in 1683 for it being used in the rise of 'First' Dark Lady. A young healer had gone mad and had used the spell over time over large sites of dead bodies left over from wars at the time. She had created an army and had started a small reign of terror before the muggles discovered the things hated fire. She had called herself the First and had several Heirs that were never found...

For this spell there is no beam of light for those to see. When the spell struck the ghostly figure it shrieked before being sucked into the body lying on the ground. The frog-like creature stood up and hissed at him before leaping with surprising speed.

Jartyrae ducked and twisted around before smirking, pointing his wand and intoning clearly,

"Avada Kadavra"

A green beam of swirling death cascaded upon the unfortunate creature that dared to stand in Jartyrae's way. The creature tried to get out of the way, instinctively knowing that the light was bad but was to late. The Creature gave a cry of terror before succumbing to the blistering cold of the afterlife, the only evidence of the way it died being a look of pure terror and Jartyrae's pleasure in a successful kill of such an annoying beast.

Jartyrae flicked his wand and revived his familar, while wondering just how Savatar had been possessed.

"Massster, what hasss happened?" Savatar hissed in worry, afterall the two were connected...

"You were possssessssed. You have dissappointed me Ssavatar, you sshould have been able to throw off possssession."

"Massstar, pleassse forgive me. I wasn't prepared, I"

Jartyrae felt rage, his familiar was begging like a common servant. It enraged him to think that his familiar had falts but if it was completely under his submission it wouldn't be able to undo any mind control he himself may fall under. Obedient but unsubmissive was what he wanted, some would say impossible, but not him. This will have to change.

"Ssilencse! You are not to be so ssubmissssive to all who try to control you, Not even me. You shall be punisshed if this occurss again. When we return you will undergo sspecial training to fixs your, faltss."

Sighing, Jartyrae turned and shrunk the body of the frog-thing. It was then placed in his bag. He continued exploring.

Several Hours later he came across a giant stone wall. He found a hole in the wall and went through. He found that it once was a village but was now over grown with strange plants and animals. He gathered many samples, even of the earth around them to find what exactly it was made of. A notible specimen he came across was a flower that radiated energy. He gathered that one alive, careful not to harm it. He also gathered several more. He would send some to his brother for research, His brother had more experts at his disposal, like Severus Snape. He grabbed the chain and after casting a feather light charm upon himself, raised himself up into the sky. Grabbing the chain and pulling himself up was hard work. Savatar wasn't much help either, being immune to simple charms, Savatar couln't be lightened that way easily. After nearly an hour he managed to find the point that the demension had closed on the chain. Carefully taking his wand, he blasted pulse after pulse of raw magical energy at it. That opened the portal slowly and Jartyrae crawled back into the swirling nether.

Raw magical energy itself wouldn't actually harm anything, but overtime things would mutate to acustom itself to to the energy, or even produce it itself, Not that Jartyrae knew this little fact, he just knew it would open the portal, was useless in a fight and, was great for certain alchemy equations. Also that in to great amounts it became solid and then, and only then was it good for battle. He was being battered at all ends in the swirling tempest of the nether. He followed the chain and exited his semi-permenant portal at his end. Exhausted, he opened the door, shouted at the pitiful minion and on his way to bed placed his samples in the lab. He would send some to his brother later. He changed quickly and fighting the urge to sleep, took a bath then went to sleep in his soft emerald covers made of silk, them feeling cool against his face he fell into dreams of what was, what will be and what will never happen.

A/N

The spells I am using are not from any latin translater on the net. They are quite unreliable normally, those translaters. Most Spells are modified words from latin based languages or latin it self. A few spells I will use will not be latin based at all. One reviewer sent in something a long while ago that I will have to look into.

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Parselmaster