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FROM THE IMAGINATIVE MIND OF PINOY GAMER

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PRESENTS

Resident Evil: Evolution

Bioterrorism has finally struck the Wizarding World, shocking its inhabitants with its ruthless and unforgiving nature. Although contained and eliminated, its victims are left to pick up the pieces of their broken mighty illusion. The nightmare may be over but can they ever sleep peacefully again?

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Part 2 - Daphne, Harry

(September 3, 2005 | Hogwarts Field Camp, UK)

"YOU FAILED ME!"

Daphne winced as she ran through a dark, endless corridor, hearing Watson's disembodied voice scream at her. "I-I just got out!" she pleaded, her lungs out of breath as she ran on.

"YOU PROMISED ME!"

Suddenly, she missed a step and fell, finding herself in the Great Hall, empty and devoid of life. The doors were closed, yet something was banging on the door. She brought out her wand in time just as it burst open, screaming upon seeing the undead faces of her friends and fellow students shamble towards her.

"Daphne…" they cried out as she casted spell after spell, trying to stem the tide of the undead.

"Daphne…" her undead sister cried out before she was blasted away, much to the elder Greengrass' horror.

"DaPhNe…" Harry cried out as he slowly mutated into the unholy G-creature.

As the undead converged on her, she tripped. She screamed in terror at seeing Emma's lifeless body on the floor. "No!" she shouted, shaking the body to waken. "Everate! Damnit Emma, EVERATE!"

"DAPHNE!"

"NO!" Daphne screamed, bolting up with her eyes wide in terror.

"Daphne, it's just a nightmare!" Tracy exclaimed. Her hands were firmly on her shoulders, staring directly into her eyes. "You're safe, Daphne, you're safe."

It took her a moment to realize that she was in the Hogwarts Field Camp, inside the designated Slytherin dorm. Around her, her sister and Emma were staring at her with worry. The rest were curious and concerned. "Tori, Emma…" she muttered in relief, scrambling out of her bed to hug her sister and…ward? (She had no idea what to describe her relationship with Emma right now.) "You're alive!"

"Uh…yes, yes we are." Tori replied in confusion, accepting the hug nonetheless. "What happened Daph?"

She didn't reply, merely hugging the two tighter. Emma was all too happy to return the hug, too young to wonder why she needed to hug them. "Go back to sleep," she heard Tracy call out. "Just a nightmare."

"Daphne, are you okay?" Emma asked, tilting her head to look up at her.

She gave the girl a soft smile. "I'm…I'm just glad that you two are okay." she whispered, letting the two go and sitting back down on her bed. "What time is it?"

"Ten minutes to six." Tracy replied, flopping down beside her, making her blood run cold.

"Wait, did I wake everyone?"

Her best friend gave her a sheepish smile. "Unfortunately, yeah." That made Daphne wince. "To be fair, it made me realize I did miss something. We have an on-site Mind Healer-"

"It's just a nightmare, Trace." she cut. Mind Healers were for crazy people, not those who had nightmares of dead people, friends, and family. 'I'm not crazy.'

Right?

"What's a Mind Healer?" Emma asked, breaking the tension.

"They're doctors who…help cure mind sickness." Tori answered, unsure how to phrase it. "They help people who see or hear things."

"Oh!" the girl exclaimed. "Are they like a si-sikariyatist?"

"Psychiatrist," Tracy corrected. "But more of a psychologist, actually."

The Greengrass siblings looked at each other, not understanding what the two were talking about. Emma tilted her head. "They're the ones with the sofa, right?"

"Sofa?" Daphne repeated, bewildered.

The Knight Commander laughed. "It's a stereotype of a psychologist." she explained, smiling. "They help people deal with mental and emotional suffering without using medicine."

"But how can they help you without medication?" Tori asked, frowning.

"Sometimes, all you need is someone to talk to." she replied, standing up as she looked at her watch. "You can ask one of them later at the-"

Just then, Daphne's stomach rumbled. "Opps?"

Her friends laughed while Emma giggled. "To the mess hall it is then!" Tori declared, grinning.

They left the dorms, Daphne smiling upon the almost empty Field Camp. It wasn't Hogwarts grounds by a long shot but it was a good replacement, even temporary. While it was sad there was no Lake to dip into, the place was large enough for the BSAA to set up a 'soccer' field. According to Tracey, the game was like Quidditch but without the brooms, one ball, and a free-for-all kickfest - something she almost didn't believe until she saw Harry and Dean Thomas fight intensely for the ball with their feet.

Some of the purebloods were actually intrigued from what Harry said during dinner. The muggleborns were going to give a crash course later this afternoon for some. It made her smile, thinking that the division between the two groups was slowly bridging - even if it took an outbreak for it to happen.

Soon, a wonderful smell wafted through the air as they neared the mess hall. "That smells delicious!" Tori exclaimed, sniffing the air.

"I'm guessing someone brought in a Yankee breakfast." Tracy replied, ushering them inside. Looking around, Daphne saw a few BSAA and Order members eating, with a few Hogwarts students among them. Thankfully, the line wasn't that long and they quickly managed to pile their trays with food.

"Daphne, over here!"

Turning, she spotted Harry waving at them alongside two other people. One was a pretty brunette with long hair and the other was a large, black-haired man. "So…this is the legendary Daphne Greengrass." the brunette said, giving her an appraising look before smiling. "A pleasure to meet you…and thanks for watching over this idiot for us."

"Uh...welcome?" she replied as she sat down before Harry, unsure how to reply to that. "Miss…"

"Jill Valentine, but call me Jill." she introduced before gesturing to her companion. "Big guy here is Chris Redfield."

"I can introduce myself, Jill." he grumbled, taking a drink from his cup. "Call me Chris - Redfield if we're on field."

"A pleasure it is to meet you as well," Tracy began, offering her hand which Jill accepted. "Knight Commander Tracy Davis."

"How did you meet Harry?" Emma asked from her seat between Daphne and Tori.

Jill smirked before gesturing to Chris. "Chris' sister, Claire, was with Harry when Raccoon happened." she explained, taking a bit from her meal. "Once we finally took down Umbrella - and Claire rescuing her brother - we got introduced to Sherry and Harry."

"How's Claire, Chris?" Harry asked. "My last message from her was a month ago in India."

Chris sighed. "She just messaged me yesterday, asking if we got any info on an outbreak in the Indian subcontinent."

Harry winced. "Was she…"

Chris shook his head, looking relieved. "The Indian Army did request help from us on that matter."

"I take it that that's where you two have been?" Tracy guessed.

To Daphne's surprise, the two winced. "We were in Terragrigia for the past few days."

Harry frowned. "Okay, what happened?"

Jill shared a look with Chris. "We might as well tell them," he argued. "They're going to find out anyway."

The BSAA agent sighed. "It turns out, the FBC was behind the Terragrigia Panic." she revealed, drawing sharp gasps from Harry and Tracy. "Director Morgan Lansdale was the one who supplied Il Vetro with an aquatic version of the T-Virus."

Daphne's blood ran cold. "There's an aquatic version?" she gasped. What was it with this Umbrella? First was a magical version of the T-virus and now there was this - what's next, a magical version of that aquatic virus?

She shuddered to think what kind of monsters would be spawned from that virus. "Please tell me it was destroyed." the Slytherin pleaded, worry filling her heart.

"As far as we know, yes." Jill answered, everyone sighed in relief.

"Thank Merlin and Morgana." she muttered. 'I don't think I'll survive another one of Spencer's viruses.'

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"So, what's the verdict?" Harry asked.

"On the non-magical side of things?" Technomage Sturges Quincy of the Order asked. His arms were crossed as they gathered around the Magical Energy Weapon Spencer and Johnson gave him. "This is a Ferromagnetic Infantry-use Next Generation Railgun."

"That...that doesn't really give us any information." he replied, unamused.

"No, it tells you everything." Sturges argued. "Look at the design of the MEW - it's basically a miniaturized Umbrella railgun minus the generator. Ordinarily, using this bad boy means you have to have ten large electrical batteries to power it up!"

He then proceeded to lift MEW with just one hand. "And yet here I am lifting this thing like it was a book or something lighter. It's all thanks to these runes etched all over it." Struges answered.

He then set the MEW down. "Further testing shows that this device, the one replacing the ammo feed, transforms latent magical energy of the holder into the energy bolts you fired yesterday."

"So the holder is a battery for MEW?" Harry asked.

"That's one way of putting it." the technomage replied, gesturing to MEW. "Although we managed to translate the runes etched on it, we have no idea what they do."

"What runes are there?" he asked, grabbing the handle. 'Man, wish this was a ri-' "Woah!"

Right before his eyes, MEW started shifting from its minigun form into a G36 rifle. "So that's what the rune was for…" Sturges muttered.

"Okay, what rune?" the Gryffindor replied, eyes wide open in shock.

"Mind if I hold it, Harry?" Sturges asked. Harry quickly handed him the G36, reverting back to its original form. "Just as I thought."

Seeing his confused look, the knight explained "There were a couple of runes etched into the handle: a featherweight rune that lightens it, a shape-shift rune that - from what I can tell - allows you to transform it into any weapon you know, and an ownership rune that only recognizes you as the sole owner of this bad boy."

He then pointed at the device in the ammo feeder spot. "There are a couple of more runes inside the…magazine, for a lack of a better term, that allows latent magic to become visible energy bolts - blaster bolts if you want to get an idea."

Harry eyed the MEW when Sturges set it down. To think that this Jacob Johnson (according to the Hogwarts rumor mill, he was expelled over some cursed rooms) managed to create an energy weapon using magic, one that even transforms at his will. Grabbing the handle, he immediately thought of his lost Samurai Edge and to his shock, the long minigun transformed into one. "Holy shit!"

"The runic array here must be some advance stuff if it can transform a railgun into a pistol." Struges whistled, looking impressed. "If we can replicate it…"

"Can you?" he asked, wondering about the benefits of it.

"We can replicate the ammo feed, or magic feed if you will, but the array might be a bit harder." he replied, giving his honest opinion. "I'm not even sure we can copy the runic foundation of it much less understand it."

"Do you still need it?"

Sturges shook his head. "We already have a blueprint of it along with the runes etched into it - though we don't even know what most of the runes mean." he answered, leaning against the table. "And since it's technically yours, you can keep it."

Harry pumped his fist. Ever since getting MEW, he had a strange attachment to the minigun. "Can I use the range?"

The knight gave a thumbs up. "Just follow the rules."

The Gryffindor thanked the man before dashing away. Exiting the armory, he immediately turned left towards the camp's shooting range. To his surprise, he saw a large group of students mingling around it. "Hey, what gives?" he asked Neville, who was at the edge.

"Hey Harry!" his fellow Gryffindor greeted. He then spotted the MEW. "Hey, isn't that the thing that shoots spells?"

Harry nodded. Gesturing to the crowd, he asked "What's happening?"

Neville sighed. "Some of us haven't seen a, uh…gun, was it?" he asked, getting a nod. "A gun up close and how it works. So some of the knights decided to give us a show."

Harry nodded, saddened that he wasn't going to get to test MEW until much later. "Hey, you okay?" he then asked, noticing how his friend was thinking deep.

Neville quickly waved him off. "Oh, I'm good." he smiled a bit. "It's just…it got me thinking."

"I think the outbreak got everyone thinking." he answered, smirking. He felt the tension last night - it wasn't noticeable, everyone was having a good time but he could see that something was weighing in everyone's mind. Daphne even said that the Slytherins were holding a house meeting later, given their belief was shaken. Even Malfoy was starting to have doubts about the Blood Supremacy thing.

Watson really did get the last word in.

Neville snorted. "Being proven that it was muggle alchemy that cured a dark curse does that." he muttered, falling silent. "How do you do it?"

Harry wrinkled his eyebrow. "I mean," his friend amended. "How are you so calm and collected when-"

"I'm not."

Neville shot him a surprised look. "Just because I was collected doesn't mean I wasn't terrified." he explained, recalling that day in Raccoon. "I almost shit my pants every time G-Argus charged at us."

"But-"

"But nothing Neville." he muttered. "The last time I showed my fear, it almost cost Claire's life. After that I promised never to show my fear openly."

He still recalled that time he froze when Irons pointed a gun at Claire. He could have stopped him, blasting him away, knocking him unconscious. Instead, he remained stiff all the way until Irons shoved him and his cousin forward, away from a knocked-out Claire. After killing Irons and rescuing Kat, he vowed to never show his fear again.

(It worked perfectly when Riddle was taunting him, getting angrier when he taunted the Dark Bastard back.)

"Oh…"

The two didn't talk much after, merely standing there as they listened to the crowd go wild at whatever was happening. "So what's with that?" Neville asked, pointing towards MEW.

Harry smiled, nodding. "Magical Energy Weapon." he explained, patting the bad boy. Suddenly, his stomach grumbled. "I'll tell you more over lunch, sounds good?"

Neville smirked. "Sure, lead the way."

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"The First Slytherin House Meeting of School Year 2005-2006 begins." Professor Snape announced, his wand lighting up in red. Before him, the entire Slytherin house sat in their reorganized sleeping quarters. "Anything that will be discussed here shall not be given to anyone without the House's permission. Do you swear it?"

"We do swear!" everyone in the room proclaimed. Their wands lightened up like a Lumos, magic recognizing the oath taken.

"Does anyone wish to speak first?"

Daphne watched Malfoy light his wand green, wondering what he was up to. It was him who called for this meeting, saying he had some important announcements. "My fellow Slytherins," he began, after being recognized. "We must abandon the Blood Supremacist ideology the Dark Lord advocates and advocate a better one."

Furious whispers flew around her. "Explain, Malfoy!" A seventh year, Marcus Warrington, exclaimed with a furious look.

"Had the Dark Lord succeeded in his first war, would Watson have been able to create a Maledictus Cure?" he asked. Everyone quieted, even the staunchest supporters of the Dark Lord. "If not for him, we would still be looking for a cure."

He let the words sink. "We must also remember that only a quarter of our population is pureblood - the rest are muggleborns, halfbloods, or muggle-raised! Should they be fed up, I have no doubt that they will rise up and overthrow us - and the Order of Merlin will aid them."

That caused an uproar, so loud that Tracy stood up and fired her sidearm into the air. "Malfoy is correct - should this Blood Supremacy turn bloody, the Order will intervene. It will result in the dissolution of the Wizegamot, the reconstruction of the magical government, and the destruction of the pureblood ways." she explained to everyone's shocked looks. "In other words, the Crown will fuck you over."

'It seems I get an ally in my quest.' Daphne thought happily, seeing the cowed looks on her housemates. Tracy sat down again, Malfoy nodding to her in thanks. "As the Knight Commander graciously put it, we are truly 'fucked'." he continued. "Which is why we need to change tactics."

"Okay," Daphne began, standing up. "What the fuck Malfoy?"

He, at least, had the decency to look embarrassed. "Wrong term, I'm sorry!" he apologized, raising his arms in a calming manner. "What I mean is instead of…excluding them, we should teach them our ways."

That...that seemed sensible.

Lily Moon's wand lit, with Professor Snape recognizing it. "As the lone muggleborn in this house of snakes," Lily started besides then, casting a glance at all of them. "Can I just say what the FUCK TOOK YOU SO LONG TO THINK ABOUT THAT!"

Daphne blinked back at the harshness of her tone. "Do you know what it felt like to be a butt of jokes because of the missteps I made not knowing your 'culture'?" she sneered, her tone venomous. "It wasn't until third year - third FUCKING year - that I managed to get things right!"

Tori moved to stop her only for Daphne to stop her. "Let her," she whispered. Ever since the house found out that she was a muggleborn, she had been treated an outcast except for Tracy and Milicent. Daphne and her sister were merely friends by acquaintance with her. "She needs to get this out."

"If it wasn't for Tracy and Millie teaching me your FUCKING Pureblood Culture, I would have quitted Hogwarts and swore off magic for eternity!" she exclaimed. Everyone gasped at her statement, no doubt shocked. "I only stayed because I know if I quit, it would mean you have won your petty feud - and my family didn't raise me to be a sore loser."

She slowly marched up to Malfoy. To his credit, he didn't falter. "So let me make one thing clear Draco Malfoy." she continued, glaring at him. "If you fuck this up, I will make sure you regret ever being born. So mote it be"

Her wand glowed, signaling the oath being sworn in. Pivoting, she immediately went back to her seat, glaring at any who dared look at her. Deciding to divert the attention, Daphne lit her wand. "The House recognizes Daphne Greengrass." Professor Snape recognized.

The Greengrass heiress stood up, surveying the room. All of them were apprehensive. "All of you heard of my oath," she began. "And while I have some…concern about Malfoy's proposal, I agree we must do away with the Dark Lord's ideology."

"Easy for you to say," one of her housemates grumbled. "Your family wasn't allied to him."

"Which is a good thing."

All eyes rested upon a smirking Malfoy. "What do you mean it's a good thing?" Tori asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

"You forget that my father-" he stopped short, looking perplexed. "I just realized how stupid that sounds."

Laughter rang across the room, Malfoy looking embarrassed (though he wasn't angered by it). "As I said," he continued, coughing. "Given he is the leader of the Dark families in the Wizengamot and the Dark Lord's supporter, House Greengrass is the only option we have to counter His return."

He paused. "That and I plan to call forth a Council of Successors."

Everyone gasped at his words. The Council of Successors was an ancient rule of the Wizengamot had, allowing the heirs and heiresses of Wizengamot seats to be in charge of one session. It allowed them to take charge, debate on the issue at hand, and make legally-binding decisions for the Ministry. According to a book Daphne once read, the last time one was called was on the onset of Grindelwald's War.

"Bold move Malfoy," she said, impressed. "Although you do realize you need the heirs of the other faction in the Wizengamot for it to take place."

"And Longbottom agreed to help me." he answered smoothly, shocking everyone. "Bones has offered her help as well."

Tracy began laughing. "That's what you four were discussing! I'm impressed, Malfoy, I'm impressed."

He shrugged. "Thank Goyle." he replied, gesturing to his surprised friend. "His suggestion that the muggleborns and halfbloods could start an October Revolution against us - and Officer Brocklehurst said that the Order will help them."

For some reason, Golye winced at the analogy. "That's not good."

"What's an October Revolution?" a higher year shouted from the back.

"It resulted in the Russian working class revolting against the ruling Tsar family, resulting in their complete extinction." Lily listed with a calm look. All present Slytherin stared fearful at their muggleborn housemate, as if she was a snake ready to strike. "Applied to our situation…well, we'll probably keep a family or two."

Malfoy nodded, a grim look on his face. "Which is why I approached Longbottom and Bones to help me in this. The Crown will back us, of course, but if we are to succeed in this, all the successors must present a united front on this issue."

Daphne sat down, listening intently at Malfoy's discussion of whatever plan he, Bones, and Longbottom were cookin and how House Greengrass would play into it. A great weight was lifted from her chest - although she was committed to changing their world, she feared that it was an uphill battle for her. With the three Wizengamot factions aiding her, on the other hand, will make things sail smoothly.

It wasn't much but at least it was working.

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"Huh, who would have thought." Harry said in surprise, Daphne giggling at his expression beside him.

The two were currently in the shooting range, empty save for them. The rest of the school were no doubt enjoying another impromptu soccer match, if the shouts and screams were anything to go by. "I was surprised as well." Daphne replied, tucking in a strand of her hair. "I half expected Malfoy to raise a fuse once we got out. To see him mellow out is…unnerving."

"A bioterror outbreak does that to you." Although he expected most of the purebloods won't change their views overnight, the fact Malfoy took the initiative to do away with the Supremacist ideology surprised him the most. 'It must have shook his faith severely if he started this.' "I would pay good money to see how Malfoy senior would react."

Daphne snorted, shooting him an amused look. "Enough about Malfoy," she said. "Why aren't you outside?"

"I could ask the same for you," he replied. She punched his shoulder, unamused. "Ouch! Okay, I was testing MEW."

"Was there something to test?"

Harry nodded, standing up before her. "Turns out, I can change the design of it. Watch." he ordered, holding on to the MEW while thinking of a G36, the gun transforming into one before their eyes. "Amazing, isn't it?"

Daphne gaped at the now shortened MEW. "This is incredible!" she exclaimed. "Does the Order know how it works?"

Sitting back beside her, he transformed the MEW back to its original form. "There's a runic array etched into the gun." he explained, pointing to the various runes he could see. "According to Sturges, it's coded only to me - well, as far as I know."

Daphne turned to him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well…" he drawled out, changing the MEW into a revolver, handing it to her. "When I gave a changed MEW to Sturges, it returned to its original form - see, try it out!"

Daphne gave him a skeptical look, accepting the gun before dropping it in surprise. "EPP!" she exclaimed, glaring at him as MEW began shifting back to its original form. "Warn me next time!"

Harry merely laughed. "But I love seeing your cute glare!" he froze, realizing what he said.

Daphne blushed hard, turning away. "O-oh…"

An uncomfortable silence descended upon them. Harry coughed, trying to break the tension. "A-anyway, I was checking what else MEW can do."

"Did you?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

He grinned. Standing, he made his way towards the range, thankful that the dummies were self-repairing. "Watch this."

Aiming MEW, he pulled the trigger but actively imagined a continuous laser beam being fired. "Morgana!" Daphne exclaimed, seeing MEW fire a red beam at the dummy, vaporizing it.

Grinning, he was about to ask when he spotted a book besides her. "Hey, did you bring a book?" he asked, pointing towards it.

Confused, she looked towards where he was pointing and frowned. "That's odd - there wasn't anything here when I sat." she replied, opening the book. "Strange, I feel like I've seen this book before…."

Peering behind her, he was surprised to see the page was just full of unlegible writing. "Huh, anyone you know who writes like a chicken?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

He pointed at the page. "The whole page is full of chicken scratches, Daphne - look!"

Daphne gave him a flat stare. "Harry, the page is detailing the steps of brewing a…" she trailed off, squinting. "A healing potion?"

"Daphne, all I'm seeing are chicken scratches." Harry answered. He was starting to get worried. "I haven't seen a single word in that page."

Daphne remained silent for a moment. "Professor Dumbledore." she stated finally, slamming the book shut. "We show this to the Headmaster."

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"GOAL!"

"Must they be really loud?" Daphne winced at Lee Jordan's loud proclamation.

Harry just laughed. "It's Lee, what do you expect." he replied, grinning as they neared the soccer field.

"Why does it have to be a Gryffindor anyway?" she continued, pouting. She never really understood why it had to be the curly haired Seventh Year had to be the game announcer upon seeing her first Interschool Quidditch Match. "Jordan's so biased."

"I asked the same thing when I was in second year." he explained, walking towards the Teacher's Booth. "Apparently, the Announcer position is rotated throughout the houses every six years through a job posting."

"Which means Gryffindor won the position a few years ago." she said dejectedly. "Great…."

"Come on, Lee's not that bad." he said just as they heard Jordan swear.

"You were saying?" Harry's shoulders slumped, a defeated expression on his face. Daphne laughed, completely enjoying the whole thing.

Reaching their destination, she froze upon seeing that all the teachers were there - including Snape. Beside her, Harry stiffened. "Ah, Harry, Ms. Greengrass, it's wonderful for you to join us." Headmaster Dumbledore greeted them.

"Professors," Harry returned, giving a glare at her Head of House. "Snape."

"Potter," Snape answered back with the same cold tone.

"Headmaster," Daphne immediately cut in, hoping to avert a shouting match between the two. Raising the book, she continued "We found this book besides me in the-hey!"

To her surprise, Snape immediately snatched it from her hand. "Where did you find this, Greengrass?" he exclaimed, a look of surprise and...sadness?

"Hey, she was about to tell you when you rudely cut her off!" Harry told him off, glaring at the potions master.

"I'm not referring to where you found it today," he answered back. "I'm asking where did you find this book first!"

"We just-"

"Your office!" Daphne exclaimed, cutting the two off. She remembered it now - it was just after Harry's outburst, ruining Snape's desk. She flicked her wand to fix it but became confused when the book didn't return. "I cleaned up after Harry's outburst, got a paper cut out of it."

Snape nodded, as if expecting as much. "Potter, I take it you read the book?"

"Read?" Harry scoffed. "All I saw were chicken scratches."

"Albus?" he then asked, handing the book.

The headmaster looked curious, opening the book. Blinking in surprise, he brought out his wand and waved it over. "I must agree with Harry," he replied, perplexed. "It is unlegible."

Daphne started feeling scared as her mentor started doing the same thing with the other teachers, with the same results. "Sir," she began, the book returning to him. "Th-

"Open page…10, I believe." Snape cut, handing the book back to her. "Read the instructions and cast the incantation written there - it's in Latin, if I remember correctly."

"Severus?" McGonagall sounded confused. "Everyone said the same thing..."

Ignoring the conversation, she reached the page her mentor mentioned. Page 10 merely had some sort of runic array drawn on it, with instructions to place a hand on the array and cast... "Extrico?" she casted.

The page glowed, her hand feeling something come out of it. All around her, everyone gasped at the display. Inspecting it, she was surprised to see it was a medallion with runes engraved in it. "Please hand it over, Greengrass." Snape said, hand ready.

Narrowing her eyes, she held the medal tightly. "Answers first, professor."

"Indeed, Severus." the headmaster agreed. He narrowed his eyes at the potions master. "Do explain why Ms. Greengrass managed to read the page where we could not."

Snape sighed, as if a great weight was placed upon him. "What if I told you that everything you know about Rowena Ravenclaw was a lie."

"What's this got to do with Daphne?" Harry snarked.

"Harry…" Daphne warned. He rolled his eyes but kept quiet.

"Everything, actually." Snape answered. "You see, her full name was Rowena of Raven's Claw...and she was the Grand Sorceress of the Realm of her time."

He pointed to the book. "Fearing she would die first before passing her title, she established Hogwarts to find an apprentice, although records indicate she never did." he continued. "Thankfully, she had the foresight to write a book on becoming one. That book in your hands is the culmination of her and her successors."

"The title of Grand Sorcerer or Sorceress is bestowed by the Ministry, Severus." Dumbledore countered. "I held the title myself once."

He scoffed. "The position of the Grand Sorcery is only given by Magic through this book or the current Sorcerer. We mortals have no right to dictate what Magic should or shouldn't do."

"You talk as if it's a living being." Professor Flitwick pointed out, looking intrigued.

"It is." Snape replied, to everyone's shock. He snorted, amused. "Did you really think that Magic is an object?"

"But how come it never talked to us?" Daphne asked, frowning.

Snape gave a soft smile, looking like he was recalling a memory. "Lily and I asked the same question once." he replied, nostalgic. "From the notes of her predecessors, we found out that Magic - well, Living Magic - was a collective consciousness of the magical ability of every magical being - centaurs, goblins, wizards, among others - and seeks to ensure that balance between Light and Dark is maintained.

"Ordinarily, Magic does not take an active role in ensuring this balance, merely prodding through prophecies or visions. However, when Merlin decided to bind Magic of the British Isles to King Arthur, it was forced to appoint a representative to maintain a balance under the Crown's jurisdiction, making Merlin the first Grand Sorcerer of the Realm."

Snape paused, turning to her. "What does this mean for you? Simply put, you have become the most powerful witch of our time. In terms of raw power, your magic is about the same level as Albus and the Dark Lord combined."

Daphne's jaws dropped, shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing - she has now become the most powerful witch all because she touched a book. "I don't want it!" she blurted out.

Snape gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid you have no choice." he replied. "You'd have to get Magic to agree to choose another. Newt Scamander managed to do it but because he argued that he was too old to maintain his duties."

Daphne slumped down, overwhelmed. 'It's…it's too much!' she wanted to scream - she barely survived an outbreak and now Magic wants her to become its representative? "I understand this is a great burden, Greengrass." Snape began, breaking her out of her gloom. "Do not fear, I will help you like I helped Lily back then. This is my penance to her."

"Wait," Harry cut in. "You said that Daphne's now more powerful than the headmaster and Riddle combined - so how come Riddle still managed to kill my parents?"

Snape opened his mouth to answer before closing it, frowning. "I have no idea." he answered instead. "Although…"

He quickly left the booth, much to everyone's surprise. Harry shared a look with Daphne before they ran after him, the rest trailing behind. "Professor?" she asked, trailing after him.

"May I have the medallion, Greengrass?" he asked. She hesitated, unsure if this was the right call before relenting.

Snape immediately wore, an aura glowing faintly around him before dissipating. Cranking his neck, he stretched his hands outwards. Slowly, he began moving his right hand in a circular motion, his left remaining still but with the palm facing out. To their surprise, a glowing, yellow portal started forming before them - it started small before becoming larger and larger.

A yellow disk then formed on his left wrist, his left hand forming into a fist pulled. Suddenly, a large chest flew out of the portal, stopping mid-air and slowly landing before him. The portal closed, leaving everyone in the field shocked at the turn of events.

"Headmaster? Professors?"

Daphne turned to see her best friend looking at them in confusion. "Just in time, Commander Davis." Snape greeted, smiling. "May I present to you the new Grand Sorceress of the Realm - Daphne Greengrass."

Author's Notes and Notification:

SURPRISE! I'm still alive! Welcome to the second chapter of Evolution - the plot thickens - will the Slytherin plan work or will break before Malfoy could start it? And what is this new position Daphne has achieve? And will soccer become a new sport for the Wizarding world?

I would also like to state I have now planted the seeds for my re-imagined Harry Potter Multiverse story! This story - along with future installments - will re-write the entire Harry Potter story, expanding the lore of magic, transforming certain HP characters into something more, and a whole lot more!

Tune in next time for the new installment of RE: Evolution!

EDITED: 07/20/2020