Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the characters for entertainment purposes.

Author's note: I'm really sorry for the long update, but I've been really busy with college and all. Anyways, I originally was going to start the plot after fifth year without altering any of the details of what happened of the years before. But after reading some works from other authors, I decided to alter it up a bit. After reading Harry Potter: Dark Memoriesby Blueowl, I was very tempted to write her and ask if I could use a bit of the plots and ideas she came up with; but after with some thinking, I decided to go along with my own thing.

Eternia:

Harry Potter and the Immortal's Knight

Chapter 1:

Portal Room:

Raizs waits for his mistress at the portal that will take her away. He looks around the room. The ceiling made of a marble-like stone, though much harder. On the center of the ceiling was a dome with a mural. There weren't any images in the mural. It was comprised of simple shapes like squares and triangles to form more complicated ones. It looks magnificent actually, but it was never the mural that has always captivated the old warrior-sage. It was the colors. They were odd because of the contrasts of colors, the way they were put together right next to each other. There were neon-bright colors right next to very dark ones along with some of the much lighter, or rather normal, colors to accentuate the design. It was odd and simple, but altogether confusing.

He remembers when it was first put there, when he had first seen it. It was not what he had expected. His mistress had suggested that something of the sort be put together in the portal room.

"It would be a nice sight to greet the guests," she had said.

He had volunteered to find a worthy artist to put something together for her, but she had denied it and simply replied that she had already had it taken care of. To this day he had never known who commissioned such an image, but he had always suspected that it was his enigmatic leader herself.

Before he could continue his thoughts, he heard his mistress's call, "Raizs."

"Young Master," he gave a short bow.

"Is everything ready?" she asked him.

"Yes, Master," he answers. "I'll see you when your mission is over."

And with those words, the Empas Leader walks to the portal and enters.

After a few moments of staring at the closed portal, Raizs leaves the room with the words, "Good luck, Master. You'll need it."

Other side of the Portal:

The young deity stepped out of the portal and looked around. It was dark. There were trees covering the entire area, and there was a dark aura about the place.

"The Dark Forest, I see we're not too far away from the castle," Empas said out loud before turning her head to the side.

For a few moments, it would seem as no one was there, until a man came out of the shadows.

He had a long and silver hair with a long, silver beard to match it. He was wearing purple robes that were decorated with stars all over. On the top of his head was a pointed hat, also colored purple and decorated with stars. He was wearing half-moon eyeglasses over an old face. But his eyes…they were filled with power and twinkled with authority.

This man was Albus Dumbledore. The greatest wizard of the age…and the only man said to have been feared by the Dark Lord Voldemort. He was the odd headmaster of the famous and exclusive Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Ah…Young Master, you've made it. I wasn't sure if you would come," the ancient wizard greeted her.

"Straight and to the point, I see. Master Dumbledore, I've already told you before. I don't break my promises no matter how long it has been since I've made it," Empas answered him.

The professor was quiet for a few moments before replying, "Yes, but considering…"

The deity never let him finish his sentence, "There's a job that needs doing, Professor. 'Duty first before the prime,' Albus, that has always been the soldier's code. Your old mentor should have told you that many times."

"He did indeed, Master. But still…I suppose there is no use for it. I've already prepared everything as ordered, but I haven't given anyone a name," Albus replied.

"Tro…the name will be Tro. Illiana Tro," was the short answer.

"Very well, Professor Tro, you will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if I may be so bold, I never thought I would live to see the day that one of the mighty deities would return here," Albus commented.

Empas simply nodded and then started to walk away. She turned again and looked at the headmaster, "I've a business to do until term starts. I trust that you take care of any 'dilemmas' that may come up until I return."

Without waiting for an answer, the Empas Leader turned around and simply disappeared.

Not soon after she disappeared, Professor Dumbledore turned around and walked back towards the castle.

"We're in for long ride."

Number 4 Privet Drive:

It's summer after fifth year. Just one month after the events at the Ministry of Magic. Harry Potter sits in his bedroom reading an unusual correspondence he had received nearly a month ago. He still hadn't answered the letter because he simply wasn't sure of what to do. After the events at the Ministry and with Sirius's death, Harry knew that it was only a matter of time before the war with Voldemort starts to escalate. He would need all the friends and allies that he could get…and this letter provided him at least one ally (possibly three if things work in his favor) that could very well take him in within the thinking of his enemies both inside and outside of Hogwarts.

He remembers his conversation with his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger during the train ride to King's Station. Over their years at Hogwarts, especially after their adventure with the Sorcerer's Stone, the Golden Trio had com to realize that it would be eventual confrontation Harry would have with Voldemort. They had trained themselves in secret. They had made preparations and alliances under the very nose of their ever watchful headmaster. Harry remembers their conversation:

"Everything is set, Harry," Hermione had said, "All we need to do is send out the signal."

Ron had looked towards his companions saying, "I'm still not sure about this. Well, maybe not so much as I'm not sure as I'm unsure as I'm nervous. It would only take a small mistake for all of this to fall apart on us. We need something else for all this. I just feel like we're still missing something."

"I know, Ron," Harry replied.

"We've done all we can under the circumstances, Ron," Hermione started. "There's not much else we can do right now save wait it out."

Harry turned his head towards the window with a pensive expression on his face before, "Ron's right, Hermione. We're missing something. No…not something – someone. Most of Voldemort's followers are purebloods and members of Slytherin. We need someone on our side who can think like that."

"We need someone to think like a Slytherin. No. We need Slytherin. Remember what the Sorting Hat said at the beginning of the year? All four Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin; need to work together if we are to survive. And if we need Slytherin, we need someone from that House, with enough influence, to sway over the rest of the Slytherins away from Voldemort over to our side," Hermione thought out loud.

"Let's see. From a practical perspective, who do we know is the typical Slytherin pureblood and has enough influence over the rest of the lot?"

The three looked at each other before saying as one, "Malfoy."

Harry's thoughts were interrupted with Hedwig returning from her hunt. He watched as his faithful companion landed on his outstretched arm and said, "Well, Hedwig, I guess we can't avoid it after all. We're going to be working Draco of all people. Who would have thought?"

Hedwig look at her master as if to say, "This is going to be a long war."

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