"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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Possible future crossovers.
Michael slowly moved toward the Floo Room as it was aptly name because that was the only use the room had. Being nearly 200 feet underground, with only a single protected elevator providing access to the main building, it was easily sealed off if intruders made it through the floo. A one way mirror was used to moniter the arrivals and departures of all guests and recorded all images within the room. Thirty of the same type of mirror were strategically placed around the building for added security.
Stepping into the elevator Michael could only admire the craftmanship that went into the building he had commisioned. The fact that everything matched his specifications so well was a surprise when he had first moved into his new home. From the sliding doors to the controll room, and living quarters it was perfect.
Although there were some interesting discoveries from the initial foundation work. He needed to remember to look into the items they had found. Probably an ancient civilization buried for thousands of years. It was a good thing the Gringotts teams had known how to deal with that snag. After all they sought out treasures from long dead civilizations and recycled it into modern currency.(cough graverobbers cough) Any thing they found on his land they were happy to catalogue and store for him at a reasonable price.
He needed to watch the spending though. Having already spent about a half lifetimes worth of money out of ten phew talk about heavy spending. Ohh but the anime collection was worth it.
Soon, the doors to the elevator opened with a pleasant chiming sound and he was able to see first hand and in person Harry Potter. His cousin.
Point of view change. Harry.
Harry looked around at the cozy room from one of the two leather chairs kept in the room. After entering from the floo and dusting himself off, using the mirror to check for soot smudges, he had settled in for what would likely be a long wait. From what he'd heard from the business men that had met with Michael, and who had loose lips, he tended to make people wait to see who was willing to wait to do business with him.
Impatient people tended to leave after the first hour through the floo they came through without so much as a by your leave. They never made it back to the waiting area again after that. Apparently, you get one shot and no second chances. You just get spat back out from where you started at. Any one who waited until the customer had time to speak with them could wait four up to six hours. A rumor had it that the minister of magic had attempted floo in sometime last week with several aurors for some reason. What occured afterwards is unknown but the fact that the minister had been ignored was very clear.
It came as a surprise then when the wall on the left side of the room opened up to reveal a set of elevator doors made of polished steel. This wasn't in any of the stories mentioned at the Leaky Cauldron. Usually, a representative or rarely the Lord himself appeared using a portkey to conduct any possible business. Never was a hidden elevator involved.
With a soft chime the elevator opened to reveal what could only be his cousin. With brown hair and blue eyes it was hard to see any family resemblance between the two. This young many was also taller, although nearly as skinny as he himself. After giving each other a thorough once over Michael was the first to speak. Three simple words were spoken and Harry had trouble believing his own ears.
"Welcome home cousin."
Scene Break- Remote Forbidden Area of China
Walking up to the tall wooden walls of the Amazon village Dumbledore adjusted his uncomfortable disguise. Dressing in female clothing was not something the aged Headmaster was comfortable with. That's not to say he hadn't done it before when he was younger. Removing his prominent beard had been necessary, but easily reversible with magic when he was far from this nexus of chaos. How these people functioned in such an area was beyond his knowledge. At the moment.
It was surprisingly easy to pass himself off as an old woman to these young girls. 'Warriors? Hah. These girls were babes compared to himself and yet seemed to believe they were higher than the males that should be the protectors.' In the end the Greek amazons died off easily enough, and it was only a matter of time before these woment were dealt with by the rest of the world.
Some sort of festival was being held in the center of the village. 'Where there is a party, alchohal, and loose lips are readily available. Time to get some information.
Twenty-four hours later.
"Tom Riddle came here many years ago, yes. He was seeking one of our tribal secrets. Bringing a great many treasures in exchange for a very specific item. How he'd heard of it was anyone's guess. After many hours of bartering a deal was struck. He left the wealth behind and he recieved what he sought."
"What was the item he sought?" Was the Headmaster's anticipated question."
"He purchased from the tribe the very rare and difficult to create...Phoenix Pill(1)." was the elderly lady's responce.
"This, Phoenix Pill, what does it do?"
In a whispered tone the old woman motioned for him to lean in closer. "You make a very poor woman."
Leaning back in confusion and then fear as several spear points were suddenly pressing into his back, Albus Dumbledore, nearly did a Mugwump in his pants.
You have been given some free information wizard. Normally, there would be a price to be paid for your subterfuge, but most of the amazons found your acting to be quite hilarious. You have only one day to be out of our lands or the hunt will begin." Smirking at the old man in front of her Cologne beckoned one of the women over to her.
"This is Ranma, she will be following you out of our lands. Move swiftly and she shall not trouble you. Should you, however, still be within our borders by this time tommorow... You would do well to be gone."
Standing up, the small wizened woman hopped a top her wooden staff and motioned for the man to be on his way. Holding back the young woman for a moment she gave some last minute instructions.
"Follow him and report back in one year. Determine what threat he may pose and follow your instincts in this, Granddaughter.
Send back word of the outside world as well. You are now a wanderer. For the next ten years you are to learn all you can to better the village, when you return. Do you understand?" Looking at her adopted granddaughter, of the last few years, she recieved a nod yes. With a gentle kiss to the child's brow she dismissed the young adult to pack her things.
'You need to learn to live again Ranma. Your life is just begining and I will need you to care for the tribe when I am gone. These old bones only have a decade and a half before Death comes to claim them.' Reaching into the left sleave of her robe she pulls out a small hour glass slowly counting down sands of her life. Death was a reasonable sort if you can challenge him to learn the breaking point in one try. Laughing to herself she pogoed off to her warm home to rest for a while.
TBC Author's notes. Any questions? Please ask them in review. Ranma will not show up again for a couple of chapters. Tell me what you thinks. This is my first story and imput is welcome. I know there wasn't much to do with Harry and Michael this chapter, but I hit a block with their meeting. It's in my head it just doesn't want to go to paper. So I threw in a new world twist.
(1)The Phoenix Pill is a pill created to imbue the consumer with massive resistance to heat. The newer the pill the more potency. Tom Riddle was given a pill that had aged for nearly a hundred years. In that case he could reach into a bon fire and hold red hot coals in his hands without so much as a blister. A fresh pill, however, if consumed within five years of it's creation(the earliest it can be consumed) could bath in lava without harm. They could drown yes but not burn. Very difficult to make and treasured. Should the pill be aged a thousand years it is said to grant the powers of rebirth to those who consume it. Never has it been found to do so within written record although those who have the formula tend to pass it down for generations in the hopes that it will do so.