A/N Wow sorry its late but this is a Filler chapter, I think that's what it's called, and its hard work not to just try to make it into something interesting. 22 pages later and I think I will come back to this chapter at a later date. Please don't stop reading this story it will get better. Still searching for a beta. Oh and welcome to those on Livejournal, to my first story I hope you enjoy my stay.
This story is dedicated
to Ikaden, and my sister. One for being the only one to review last
chapter and one for promising to read this story and telling it to me
straight.
Chapter 2: Without Harry, without Voldemort, without
War.
Six years later.
The Assassin smiled as he sat down in his in the office. Today he payed his Debt to the Special Projects division of Wolfram and Hart. Then all he had to do was pay his debt to the senior Partners and he could short off and work on his own. The Assassin scoffed at that thought. The senior partners had their claws into him and he would never be free. Not that he didn't enjoy the work, of course but he would get more money if he was free. While he waited for Lindsey to tell him what he had to do to free himself from his debt he thought back over the past few years.
Flashback.
Harry sat in
the room. Just five minutes ago he was told what his job at Wolfram
and Hart would be. He would be an Assassin, a man sent out by the
company to deal with that the law could not. After all it wouldn't
do for the world to find out about all that was hidden. And Harry had
personal experience about what happened if a witness got to a
courtroom and made it difficult for the law to work. After all that's
why he started killing Death Eaters instead of capturing them.
Harry
looked around the room. He didn't know where he was other then he
was in America, in a Wolfram and Hart training facility and at what
he had been told was an epicentre of magical energy. It was here he
was suppose too learn about all the magics that he could wield that
the wizarding world didn't know about. Harry grimaced
remembering the "tests" that were to see what magics he could
learn and even worse the "fighting capabilities tests." He had
always thought he was fast and the True vampire blood in his veins
should have made him one of the fastest things on the planet, but his
tester was faster, stronger, and better at fighting then him. It
reminded him to much of Harry hunting as he hadn't had bruisers
this bad since then.
Finally the door opened and a woman walked
in. "Hi, I don't care who you are, and I'm not telling you my
name, so no introductions are necessary. DID I GIVE YOU PERMISION TO
TALK, She yelled as he opened his mouth. "I have no interest in who
you are and what you have to say. I am here to teach and all you have
to do is listen. In all likelihood you'll die in this training
session no matter what I've been told and I don't need the names
of the dead in my head, and you don't deserve my name if you don't
have the strength of will to survive this day."
Harry surprised
that she didn't care what he had to say or what he thought. However
as he had seen and felt the damage these people could do he felt it
was probably a good idea just to do as she said.
The woman waited
for a few seconds then seeing that Harry was going to do as she said
actually smiled. "If you're that willing to do as I say there may
be hope for you yet." Then she frowned, "unless you're always
this easy to manipulate then you don't stand a chance. However not
my
problem. Whether you die here or
pass and die in service matters not to me as I still get payed."
She sat down and motioned Harry to do the same."I assume you know
how to meditate, JUST NOD." She said as Harry as he opened his
mouth. "I thought we had been over this, I don't care what you
have to say. If this goes well for you, you may get permission to
speak next lesson."
Harry looked back in shock at her statement.
Then accepting it as fact that she was not going to let him speak
without permission he finally nodded.
"Good," said the Woman.
"Then I want you to meditate and feel the ambient magic in the
room. Then once you have got the hang of that extend your senses out
as far as they can go. Nod when you do this and I will give you the
next instruction."
Harry muttered in his head, not wanting the
fierce women to go off at him talking again, but did as he was told.
And was amazed. The room seemed like it was made of magic. He had
never seen this magic before, and unlike wizard magic it was more
elusive, more hidden. If this magic was the wizard kind the Ambient
magic in this room would make Hogwarts look magicless. "There must
be over a million spells cast on this room at least."
After a
while he stopped marvelling the room by the voice of the woman, "Yes,
I know this room is amazing magically speaking but can you get on
with what I told you to do. We don't have all day."
Reluctantly Harry moved on with the exercise. He spread his
consciousness. The surrounding area, facility he supposed, amazed him
further. Not only was it equally or even more saturated with magic
then the room, spells were being cast all around the place. He was
almost thrown out of the trance by all the magical distractions he
was picking up. Finally when he thought he had the trance stabilised.
He nodded to his instructor. She looked at him. "I know you can go
further out then that, and I know why you stopped. You shall go out
as far as you can, not as far as you think you can. I am trying to
teach you to handle a new type of magic and you're worried about
distractions. The real world is far more distracting then this place
and if you can't handle yourself here, then there is no way you can
handle yourself in the real world and not worth my time."
Harry,
infuriated by the woman's comments pushed his consciousness further
out then he had ever before. Finally, when he started to feel a
throbbing in his head he stopped and nodded again. The woman said,
"Five Kilometres. Not bad, but seriously needs improvement if you
are going to do what you need to. After all you can be up to 1000Km
away from a source before you begin moving towards another. Even if
there is only one place in the world that far from even a weak
convergence but still. You'll need to practice meditation once a
day, pushing yourself to go further. However that's neither here
nor there. I now want you to search you consciousness for a barrier,
a barrier of light, so it should stand out. DO NOT PULL YOUR SENSES
IN. You must be able to do this without decreasing the area of your
meditation, otherwise what's the point."
Frustrated
but obeying Harry began his search. And ended it almost instantly.
She was right, it stood out like anything. He nodded once again
figuring it's what she would want. The woman smiled, "You're
quick. Even I didn't find the seal that quick. And you are finally
getting the idea. Right now I want to break that seal and let the
power flow into you. Under no circumstances
should you try to lessen or control the power flowing though you.
That's what the spell work on the room is for. If you try to
control the power at this stage you will die.
Understand."
Harry was understandably nervous at this
point but was not about to tell the woman that. He knew he would get
no sympathy. Instead he just nodded and through his will at the seal.
It shattered in seconds and all of a sudden a wave of Black energy
poured out of the hole. Harry almost tried to fight it after seeing
the power behind it. Although he feared being destroyed as the wave
hit him, he
honestly believed that the woman
was right.
As the wave hit him he screamed. First it was in pain,
as the human body was not designed to handle the power flowing
through him. However in a few seconds it was in want. The power
coursing though his veins hurt less as it changed him, and as it did
so the pain turned to pleasure. His senses sharpened a hundred fold,
hell a thousand fold. All he knew was he wanted more of this power,
wanted to bathe in its pleasure, but some force was stopping him. He
tried to pull more and more of the pleasure and the pain into his
body, to make it complete him.
Had he hadn't been so absorbed
in the pleasure and pain he would have seen the woman grinning from
ear to ear. From the outside the signs of his success were obvious.
First and foremost the scream of pleasure, pain, and lust. Second the
symbols on the wall were flaring trying to control and limit the tide
of power that Harry was trying to pull into his body. And then there
was Harry's body itself. While he hadn't changed much as it takes
far more time or magic and most of the changes were only temporary,
some changes were obvious. Like the Pure Black orbs that had replaced
his eyes, that radiated darkness, or the Black Aura around his bond,
or how his skin paled dramatically. As she watched a pair of Black
Demonic Wings ripped their way out of his back. "The Chaos magic
must have Strengthen this True Vampire Blood I heard about. After all
I don't have wings."
Finally noticing that the symbols on the
walls were starting to give at the shear amount of power Harry was
channelling she knew she had to stop him. Focusing what remains of
her non chaos magic she resealed the hole.
Harry was thrown out
of his trance by the sudden loss of power. He instantly tried to
break the seal again but the woman wasn't stupid and held it closed
until Harry finally regained some control. Finally he said "What
was that?"
The woman smiled. "What you just tasted, what you
now lust after, what is now part of your very blood is Chaos Magic.
And not just any Chaos magic, this magic came directly from the
source, what you people call a Hellmouth."
Harry looked at the
women in Horror for a second then realised something. He didn't
care. All he wanted was to touch that power again. "When can I
taste it again?"
The woman smiled. "When you're ready. Until
then you need some rest. You're not tired yet but within a few
minutes what you just did will catch-up with you." She began to
walk out of the Room, then turned to face Harry. "By the way, my
name is Lady Sin." Just as Harry was about to tell her his name,
then ask her about her's, she held up her hand to stop him. "Don't
tell me your name, cause you're not him anymore are you. If you
can't tell that's the same reason I have an odd name. And anyway
names hold too much power anyway. Tell me your new name tomorrow."
And with that she walked out of the room.
End Flashback.
The Assassin smiled in memory of Lady Sin. She had been the one who informed him to seek a new name and when he had thought about it, it was a far better idea than even she made it out. For one Harry, no matter how dark he went would never willingly touch the magic of a Hellmouth. The Assassin on the other hand had invented the Pentagonal magical formation, the most powerful way to draw magic from Hellmouths. Harry would never be able to kill in the same fashion, and cold
bloodedness that The Assassin did. And from what he knew, Harry James Potter never existed in this new world. As such the name didn't seem to apply. Thinking about Harry however reminded him of his 50 magical tattoos and why he got them.
Flashback.
The Assassin had been working
with Lady Sin for half a year now. She had proven to be a stern
teacher, one who made Professor Snape, look nice on failures. However
she was never cruel without a reason. He compared her to McGonagall
if she had been dark, cruel and power hungry. He smiled. Not that
anyone wasn't power hungry after tasting the power if Chaos Magic.
However he had to admit, she got results. His consciousness could now
extend out at least 100km and his control over chaos magic was
improving rapidly. Or so he thought. After all half the symbols on
the wall had been removed.
Just then the Door opened and in walked
Lady Sin and another man. Lady Sin smiled, then said "Assassin you
have progressed far in the last six months but something isn't
right."
"What do you mean?" Replied Assassin
"You are
progressing at a rate slightly slower than I did and I had a worse
teacher than me and you have far more potential than I do so you
should be progressing faster."
The Assassin looked at Lady Sin
and then at the man with her. "I take it he is going to fix the
problem. Do you have any idea what it is?" The Assassin had learnt
over the last six months not to doubt Lady Sin for a second otherwise
the punishment would be severe.
Lady Sin looked at The Assassin
for a moment then said "we, and by we I mean I, this mindfreak
wouldn't know an idea if it flayed him alive, have a theory but we
can tell you as that would make the solution harder. You'll just
have to trust me."
The Assassin looked nervously at Lady Sin. "Since when are you so nice?"
"Since we are about to invade
your head and have a battle with your stupid, weak, loving old self.
Trapping the last of your goodness and releasing the true you makes
me feel all Dark and cold inside."
The man spoke "You know you
Hellmouth feeders disturb the hell out of me right."
Lady Sin
turned to the Man. "Frank, First of all we are not Hellmouth
feeders, you mindfreak. Second of all, you are not worthy of carrying
away our victims, hell you're not even worthy of being our victims, let alone talking to us, so the fact your granted the privilege is
enough to freak you out. Now shut the fuck up before my Apprentice
here gets to learn how to torture a man using Chaos magic."
Frank
Paled then nodded.
Lady Sin smiled. "You know what; you may
leave this room alive yet."
The Assassin smiled at Frank's
nervousness, "why do you keep calling him a mindfreak?"
Lady
Sin looked at the Assassin, "You are starting to ask unimportant
questions again. I may have to teach you to use your questions wisely
again." The Assassin grimaced. If he hadn't spent the last six
months with Lady Sin it would have been a flinch or maybe even a
scream, but six months with Lady Sin had taught him emotional control
that Malfoy would have loved to have. He remembered that lesson far
too well. "As to answer your question Mindfreak refers to his
magic. He's an expert in mind Magic. He's the one who will allow
us to do what needs to be done. Now no more Questions, we have
work to do."
The Assassin
sat down, and assumed his meditation pose. While he didn't need it
anymore to tap Chaos energies, something told him he would need to be
in his meditation pose to do what was to come. "What do I need to
do?"
Lady Sin reached into a pocket and pulled out a potion.
"Drink this."
The Assassin grabbed the Potion and sculled it
down. Then Gagged, "Why do potions never taste good. " The
ignoring the looks that indicated the gagging would be referred to at
a later date as a sign of weakness, he asked, "What now?"
While
Lady Sin looked at The Assassin in Disgust for gagging, Frank looked
in awe. "You only gagged. Most people would have thrown up as soon
as the stuff touched their lips. It usually has to be injected into
their blood. Well I guess I lost the bet."
Lady Sin rounded on
Frank, "What Bet?" she said in a quiet voice.
Frank looked
nervous. "The bet that your Apprentice could take the potion
without needing it injected into his veins."
Lady Sin looked
dangerously at Frank. "If it wasn't the fact that was an Insult
to my Apprentice and not me and I therefore believe he should deal
with it when he's powerful enough you would not leave this room.
However I will say you can't run forever."
Frank looked at The
Assassin who also had a look of venom in his eyes. "Right let's
get on with it then shall we," he said, not wanting to be in the
company of these Chaos Mages any longer than necessary.
Lady Sin
seemed to be of the same opinion about the mind mage. "Assassin
that potion you just drank allows you to enter your own subconscious.
In fact it practically forces you within five minutes of you drinking
it. We plan to follow your mind into it using Mindfreaks powers. I
hate to be connected to this fool but I have little choice. Chaos
magic is too uncontrollable for something as delicate as the mind. If
we are right there may be more than three of us in your mind."
The
Assassin nodded if confused and closed his eyes. Suddenly He felt his
consciousness shrink suddenly, to a point far smaller than it had
ever been before. He heard tearing noises that he assumed would be
Lady Sin and Frank. Then he heard an incredibly familiar voice say
"So, it has finally come to this."
The Assassin opened his
eyes to see a thirteen year old boy sitting directly opposite him.
What surprised him was this thirteen year old boy was none other than
Harry Potter. The Assassin snarled, "Potter."
Harry stood up.
"Assassin," he replied without a hint of malice. However there
was a look of determination in his eyes.
The Assassin Turned to
the two people behind him, and realised with a shock the difference
in the two sides of his mind. On Harry's side, looked similar to a
clearing in a forest, green grass, a small river running though the
middle and all. The sun was shining and the tree's looked inviting.
There could be seen deer eating in the distance, and the grass was
the healthiest he had ever seen. It looked like a fairy tale glade.
On the whole it was the most disgusting place Assassin had ever seen
in his life. On his side on the other hand, the land seemed similar
to that of a dark desert, made out of basalt and smelling like
Sulphur. The sky was purple and chaotic and Black Lightening was
striking the ground all over the place. Pillars of Basalt could be
seen in the distance as well as several volcanos. The river, instead
of clear and pristine turned dark and murky as soon as it crossed the
border, which was a line that was perfectly cut between both sides.
The Assassin was amazed to find that it seemed homely in his mind. He
looked to Lady Sin questioningly.
Lady Sin nodded in understanding
of his question and said, "The odd way of looking at the world is
because the potion which is called The Ritual of Extremes. As such
you are a representation of your darkest instincts while that boy is
a representation of your pureness. However, it must be said that your
middle instincts are not represented in this. The ritual was used by
Dark lords to repress their goodness, however it has one weakness. It
doesn't work. However it seems that you are one of the one in one
thousand cases that when you touch Chaos magic you split into two
personalities. This usually happens due to a major change in
personality in your life."
"Like when we started researching
dark curses and Dark Arts in your final year and after Hogwarts to
defeat Voldemort," supplied Harry.
Lady Sin looked darkly at the
boy, "if it wasn't for the fact that we can only observe and not
actually touch you, you would be experiencing the worst pain
imaginable right now." She then continued with her explanation,
"However this ritual was found by a Magical physiologist to be able
to allow two alternate personalities to fight until one has control.
Of cause it only lasts while the ritual does, however with specific
magical runes we can bind your old self permanently."
The
Assassin smiled, and then realizing he felt different, conjured a
mirror. What he saw shocked him. As Harry looked nothing like his
normal self neither did The Assassin. His skin was dead white with
the exception of his wings which were a very dark green. His eyes
were black orbs and he had grey claws instead of finger nails. Lastly
his teeth were pointy and interlocking and he had a small pair of
horns growing out of his head. He seemed to have a black aura around
him. As he was about to ask Lady Sin what was going on about his
appearance Harry answered, "Your appearance like mine is related to
the spell. I look as I did before the first thoughts of darkness that
would one day be you, came into being. You look like you would if I
had not limited your growth in Chaos Magic and were fully charge in
said magic."
Lady Sin said "Almost but not quite."
Harry
looked at Lady Sin with a look of Hatred and replied, "I thought my
explanation was quite accurate."
"Your explanation was not
what I was questioning. Harry is not fully charged in Chaos magic.
Just as charged as I would willingly let him get at this stage of his
training." Lady Sin replied as though she was explaining it to a
one year old. A mentally handicapped one year old.
The Assassin
held his hand up to stop Harry's reply. "We have better things to
do with our time then talk Potter. So are you ready to fight or
should I give you a minute."
"I'm ready. However I am
surprised you are still honourable."
"I am going to become a
Hired Killer, worse I am not even going to be that but a Killer under
Wolfram and Harts control with no choice in whom I kill. All I have
left is my honour."
"As a wise man once told me, you always
have a choice."
"Yes, but neither choice is to my liking so I
am making the best of a bad situation."
"You think this is the
best choice?"
The Assassin smiled, "Let's not discuss this.
We shall never agree with each other so let's just get on with
it."
"Fine then. I agree," and with that Harry drew his
wand.
The Assassin just smiled and the Black Aura seemed to gather
around his left arm.
"Expelliarmus"
The Assassin let the
magic hit him then smiled. "That might of actually achieved
anything if I had my wand but as, since I touched chaos magic, it
doesn't listen to me anymore I don't have it with
me."
"Stupefy"
This time The Assassin pushed his
left Arm forward, and the aura around it turned to black fire and
shot forward, absorbing the stunner and kept going.
Harry rolled
out of the way of the Black fire, and through another stunner.
The
Assassin used his wings to fly over said stunner, then, creating a
sword out of Chaos fire, charged down at Harry.
Harry shot a
Bludgeoning Curse at The Assassin who got hit by it and thrown
backwards, using his wings to stop him from crashing into the
ground.
"Nice shot their Potter," The Assassin said throwing a
ball of Black Fire.
"Protego!" Harry smiled as the Black
fire shot at the shield... and passed straight though.
The
Assassin laughed, "Oh foolish boy. This is an entirely different
field of magic so basic shields aren't going to work."
Harry
dodged but only just, his arm getting severe burns.
The Assassin
shot his Chaos Fire into the sky causing Black Lightening to rain
down at Harry.
Harry cut the palm of his hand and created a Blood
ward against the Lightening. It flexed but held.
"Potter doing
Dark Magic, even to save his own hide, Dumbledore must be rolling in
his grave."
"I can do anything you can Assassin," said Harry
though clenched teeth in concentration to hold the Blood Ward.
"I
am still amazed the Blood Ward can hold the Lightening. But can it
stop...THIS." The Assassin, said as he thrust his left arm into the
air shot a large beam of Chaos Magic into the sky.
Harry felt
nothing for a second then noticed the Lightening stopped. Just as he
was about to look up to investigate, a black beam shot out of the sky
and hit the Blood Ward. It held for a second, flexed
then...broke.
Harry screamed in agony as the beam hit him, but as
luck would have it, the Assassins aim was a bit off, meaning Harry
didn't die instantly. However just as the beam was about to kill
him form prolonged exposure, Lady Sin broke the Assassins
concentration, by touching him and saying, "You can't kill him
otherwise you'll die as well."
The Assassin frowned and said
"Well then how am I suppose to defeat him then. This information
would have come in handy at the start of the fight, or hell even
before the start."
Lady Sin looked to Frank, "Yes Frank, how
is my Apprentice suppose to defeat his alternate self."
Frank
looked nervously at Lady Sin, "well...um...you see he has to...yes
...um...contain him, yes that's right contain him in some kind of
magical field. Then he casts a spell to put the boy under his will as
long as the trance holds, then we carve the locking symbol".
The
Assassin looked at Harry, "just capture you, hah, well that will be
over quickly." And with that he shot a ball of Black lightening out
of his hand.
Harry tried to dodge but the ball just turned the
corner and followed him. "You don't think you would escape my
cage ball that easily."
The ball almost hit Harry then
"EXPECTO
PATRONUS"
The Patronus deer shot out of the wand and head down
charged at the Hampsterball like structure that surrounded Harry
smashing it back into its ball form and back at The Assassin.
The
Assassin created a wall of black fire and shot it at the cage ball.
The collided and cancelled each other out. He looked at Lady Sin,
"How the fuck did that happen."
Lady Sin looked thoughtful, as
Harry cancelled the spell, for a second and then said "I suspect
that, that was pure order energy and could block anything we though
at him. However look how much energy it took out of him. He can't
use it more than three or four more times."
The Assassin thought for a moment
then created another Chaos blade, and walked towards Harry.
"Everbero."
The Assassin dodges the Bludgeoning Curse and
continues forward.
"Flagro Flagello," A whip of fire
shot out of Harry's wand, which he then flicked toward The
Assassin.
The Assassin slashes the whip with his sword,
ending the spell. "You know how this fight is going to continue
Harry, stop fighting it."
"Expecto Patronus," The Deer shot
out his wand and charged at The Assassin.
The Assassin through a
ball of Black fire at Harry and the deer Changed direction to
intercept it. The Assassin raised his sword and smiled, "I'm too
close, you have no choice now."
The deer galloped back to Harry
where it turned into a sword with Deer carvings and a Patronus like
blade.
The two swords collided then the Assassin smiled. "You
know Harry, you forgot something. Just as you can do everything I can
do, I can do everything you can. Crucio"
The wandless
torture curse hits Harry, causing him to drop his wand the sword to
disappear. However due to the sheer power of the curse The Assassin
only holds it for a second as to not exhaust himself.
He
then banished the sword and through another cage ball. The ball
encircled Harry before he could grab his wand and lifted him into the
air, where he started to scream. This ball was different from the
other as it was grey instead of black.
"Go and tattoo the
required holding marks on my flesh. I have him now."
Lady Sin
vanished instantly, but Frank questioned, "How are you sure that
will hold him. He escaped last time."
"Insolent mindfreak, how
dare you question me you pathetic coward, especially in my own mind.
I can do anything here." And with that Frank fell to the ground
screaming as every bone in his body broke. Or at least that's what
it felt like as his body was not in The Assassins mind. "However I
will tell you if only to keep you in my mind longer to feel the pain
of your punishment. Every bit of that cage that touches a person
causes a feeling of liquid metal touch that part of the skin and the
feeling of your bones being ground to dust. Also the cage gives the
feeling of being surrounded by Dementors. Now does that answer your
pathetic question?"
(A/N: The Assassin is crueller then
normal here because he is all his darker instincts personified.
Latter he shall be saner. He is not Bellatrix LeStrange after
all.)
Frank nodded, in too much pain to trust himself to talk.
Then he vanished.
Harry suddenly yelled "Even Voldemort still
had some goodness in him. You're trapping your inner goodness. What
does that make you?"
The Assassin smiled, "As I am currently
the personification of all my inner darkness I don't mind that
much. However if you remember Lady Sin, she told us this ritual
doesn't work. Instead it is just to hold you until what I guess is
a bind rune is tattooed to my body, trapping you, my alternate
personality that if I can guess was created by my vast change in
personality at the death of my God Father, combined with the giant
amount of energy that went through my body when I first touched Chaos
Magic, waking the memories of what I was before Sirius's
Death."
"You sound like Hermione you know that. How are the
darkest parts of me so logical?"
The Assassin smiled and said
"Accio Wand. Harry, I am the darkness in you personified, just as
you are the light personified. We know exactly how each other thinks
if we think about it. After all the only battle you battle you ever
saw that lasted this long was Albus and Voldemort. How do you think I
would fall for something so stupid? I had to violate my honour,
something I would never do, even as
my darker self, to win this. If
you wanted out you should have thought unlike yourself. However to
answer the question you asked, even though you should know the
answer, I am so logical cause to learn quick you need to be logical
and I had to learn quick to beat Voldemort."
Just then the land
changed and a cage formed around Harry. A light also did and it left
the cage. "Ah that must be my good and neutral instincts returning.
The ritual must be ending. You however shall never leave that cage.
Goodbye Harry Potter. You now officially don't exist, in the real
world or in my head."
End Flashback.
The Assassin smiled and looked at
his arm. It had the first of the 13 symbols that covered his body,
binding Harry and allowing him to do what he must. One on each and
foot, one on his head, three on his chest, one on each arm and each
leg and a thirteen pointed star on his back to bind the symbols
together. The tattoo's is you could call them that were all made
the same, cutting into his body then pouring liquid bronze into the
wounds making it stronger then if they had just been scars. The
Assassin considered the agony worth it, although Harry would have
disagreed, for the same reason that he would have stopped working for
Wolfram and Hart at the first thought they were rotten. Not that,
The Assassin admitted to himself, Harry was bad and he was good or
vice versa. It was more that the Assassin wanted to pay his debt and
Harry didn't think that the happy life his friends were living
without the war ever happening was worth working for Wolfram and
Hart. They both new that the company wasn't as good as it said, but
The Assassin didn't look into it, to avoid doing something he would
regret. Harry just didn't have the will to do what needed to be
done. All he had left was Honour and by all the gods in haven and all
the demons in hell he wouldn't lose that.
The Assassin frowned
at the next thought. It was strange, he missed Lady Sin. However he
recognised that the Chaos mages were like Muggle legends of the Sith.
There can be only two. Although at the moment there can be only one.
I'm not ready for an Apprentice that wants to kill me quite yet. He
reminisced back to the moment his first and greatest friend in this
new world died.
Flashback
The Assassin smiled as he walked
into the last room of the facility he was trained in. He had saved
this room for last as she was the only one who knew what was coming.
He opened the door to see Lady Sin dressed in a funeral Gab. His
smile turned to a grin.
"Stop grinning Assassin, I thought you
better than that. Never show emotion as emotion is a weakness that we
must never remove but must manipulate our enemies with."
"Ah
but Lady Sin I only grinned when I saw your joke to show I appreciate
it, and after all you're the only one who shall see this smile and
you won't leave this room to tell anyone."
"Ok I can live
with that. I suppose this is the part where I fight you to prove you
have learnt your lessons."
"I do believe that is
traditional."
"Well I never was too good at
tradition. I take it no one left the facility alive."
"Hell
no. They might have felt my power in the distance so they can't
leave."
"And those who have left already."
"I shall
have fun tracking them down and removing them. With the senior
partners permission of course. "
Lady Sin smiled for the first
time in front of The Assassin. It was there for a second then gone.
"And Frank the MindFreak?"
"Suffered a slow and agonising
death, truly learning the pain that Chaos magic can cause."
"With
that I believe I can die happy. Just let me experience the Pain and
Pleasure one more time."
"Of course."
The Assassin
charged up a ball of pure Chaos, hundreds of times more powerful then
Lady Sin could have ever channelled.
"Oh and
Assassin."
"Yes."
"Remember your final lesson and if
anyone asks I died fighting you."
"And did a damn good job
to."
"Now that a bit much, you could crush me."
"I
would never do that." And launched the ball.
When the ball hit,
The Assassin heard the last coherent thoughts of Lady Sin. "This
much Pain and pleasure coursing through your veins, How I envy you
Harry Potter." And with that Lady Sin Died.
The Assassin smiled
the last smile that would grace his face for years to come, "No
Julia Macdonald, it is I who envy you."
And with that The
Assassin Teleported out of the now empty Facility.
End Flashback.
The Assassin admitted he missed Lady Sin and her advice. The connection that was created in the last second of life of her imparted all the knowledge she had gathered over her lifetime. However knowing the knowledge and experiencing it are two different things. And with the exception of Her, Lady Sin was the only friend he had made while working for Wolfram and Hart. After all a friend could get you killed. Hell she could get me killed anyway, but not by any Wolfram and Hart worker. And not by any Vampire either. She was Art and they wouldn't touch her for fear of her maker coming after the destroyer of his Masterpiece. But there are those who do want Her dead. It was after befriending Her that The Assassin realised he needed something if he was going to continue paying his Debt to Wolfram and Hart, without paying with death. He wanted to live a free man one day, and with the true Vampire blood in him he had all eternity to achieve it in. So he went to the Special Projects division to get what he needed.
Flashback.
The Assassin walked around the LA
office of Wolfram and Hart. He had just made a kill but it had been a
close thing. Even with the increased strength that She had
given him for saving her life it still wasn't enough. The demons
were getting stronger and more experienced, especially the
bodyguards. His name was getting around in demon circles and now he
had to get though two or three good Bodyguards to get to his target. And then there was the Target itself. He just wasn't powerful
enough, especially in close combat. But his siring by her into a
false Vampire, or more truthfully part false vampire, as his true
vampire self protected him from the full effects, had given him an
idea to get the power he needed.
He opened the door to the special
projects division and said to the receptionist, "I need to see
false Lindsey."
The receptionist frowned and said "Who?"
The
Assassin glare at the receptionist, she must be new to not know there
are two Lindsey's, "The man that goes by the name Lindsey
McDonald but is not Lindsey McDonald."
The Receptionist looks
down at her list and presses the intercom for Lindsey McDonalds
Office. "Sir there is a person here who wishes to see the False
Lindsey McDonald."
Lindsey Pauses for a second and
then says "That must be The Assassin; he got the idea there were
two of me somewhere, send him right in."
The receptionist paled
at those words."The Assassin, as in the wand user."
"Yes,
that's him, send him in."
The receptionist lets go of the
button and says, "This way, Mr. The Assassin"
The Assassin
holds his mask of emotionlessness. One second she doesn't give a
damn about me the next she tries to get my title right, in the
stupidest of ways. I mean Mr. The Assassin, could she destroy grammar
even further.
The Assassin walks into Lindsey's office. He
recognises that both Lindsey's are one and the same, just the True
Lindsey is from the future and dead. Makes life fun when the people
you work for can do that. The Assassin sits down in a chair and looks
at Lindsey, "We have a problem."
"What we are you referring
to here, Assassin."
"Me and Her,"
"Ah yes, I
heard you take your sire with you sometimes. So, what is this problem
you are referring too."
"I am not strong enough."
Lindsey
looks at him, "You have the blood of two demons in you, many vastly
different magics and her as you put it, as an ally, How are
you not strong enough."
The Assassin considered the question for
a second. "True I have many vastly different magics I can use but I
only am strong in two, and when people know I am coming they create
magic wards that weaken those types of magic. As for strength on a
whole, lots of demons are more powerful the both the true and false
vampire, so their blood isn't that much help."
"Ok but how
can I help. I am but a human."
"You
cannot. However your department can. I wish them to develop a spell.
This spell I wish to take the strengths, and the capabilities and
strengths of their magics, of those whose blood I drink, with as
little of their weaknesses as possible." The Assassin wording what
he wanted the spell to do slowly, so he didn't have to come to get
a new spell, or two new spells one to undo the effects of what the
spell did and one to do what he wanted. He wanted as little debt to
this department as possible.
Lindsey thought for a moment then
smiled, "not good," thought the Assassin.
"We can do that, but we want at
least 10 kills for it."
"You can hire my services though the
departments, why get a debt just to me."
"Ah but though the
department requires far too much paper work. We want quick silent and
paper workless kills."
"And traceless if they piss off the
senior partners, or another department."
Lindsey snorted,
"Traceless to the senior partners. There are whole departments
dictated to recording paper workless deals. Nothing gets past the
senior partners. After all they invented time travel."
"You
have no idea. Still I see your idea and say ten is too much, I like
one better."
"One is way too low. This department is far too
busy to put aside a few workers for one kill. If you want it in ten
years maybe but you want it as soon as possible. Five kills at
least."
And so they debated over the price until they settled
over two kills. The Assassin was surprised at how low Lindsey went
until there was that smile again and then he said "You know not
everything has blood."
The Assassin drew his sword faster than
Lindsey could blink and cut though the desk and glided forward
slamming Lindsey into the wall with the sword against his throat. The
blade of his sword was made of what seemed to be dark green swirling
clouds, and had little screaming faces appearing occasionally in the
green swirls. "Admiring the Blade of souls I see. I don't like to
use it as it denies those wounded by it to suffer eternal torture in
the blade and I believe everyone deserves an afterlife. However if
you don't tell me what thing everyone has, THAT CARRIES POWER, you
shall know the true meaning of eternity."
Lindsey looked at the
Blade and muttered, "why is always me. To answer your question the
thing you're looking for is soul. Only vampires are the exception
as they are a Demonic Infection and have thousands of souls but you
have already got their powers so that's not a problem."
"And
what's your deal for a spell to do what I previously said using the
souls of creatures I kill. And something that allows to consume said
soul."
Lindsey thought for a moment, although the Assassin
seemed reasonable for the moment he was still pinned to the wall and
as such could still be killed instantly. Then he had a thought. Using
this he could get rid of the Thorn in his side. "How about we merge
both the last spell and this one into a group killing."
"Group
as in organisation"
"Organisation, group of people, or just
everyone in one particular area."
The Assassin smiled, but it
wasn't a happy smile. It was an I'm going to enjoy killing you
are your children smile. "Any torture."
"No torture, the
group I have in mind, when you're ready, have escaped too much I
just want them dead."
"You ruin all my fun."
"You're
quite Sick Assassin."
"I draw from five Hellmouths for my
chaos magics, and disconnected my soul form my body numerous times.
It's not surprising I'm sick. You have a deal. I shall be back in
a week to pick up the spell," and with that The Assassin left.
End Flashback.
The Assassin smiled. Using that
spell he had absorbed the souls of Dementors, Vela, werewolves,
numerous minion demons, and He went to hell and had taken the soul of
The Beast and The Master themselves. The only thing he wished was
that the Judge was dead. The he would take his soul as well. He was
currently fiddling with the soul of Prio Motu demon, as his physical
was losing ground compared to his magical. He hadn't done any
physical demon absorption since The Beast. Pity about the Armour not
being as strong as The Beasts but still. Well technically he could
make it as strong as The Beast's but then he would loss to much
magic to make up for it. "Damn, it's hard to find your strongest
new form after absorption. It would be so much easier if the demon
blood just mixed to give me one form but oh no, every addition of
blood gives me dozens of new forms. And then I have to search though
them for the best strength/magical strength balance."
"Oh, and
that such a big problem compared to those who can't
go out in public because they can't look human at all," said
Lindsey as he walks into the room.
"Sorry Lindsey, well not
really, but I am frustrated that the spell still has this
weakness."
"Well if you had thought about it at the time you
could have had the spell modified."
"Lindsey, you know as well
as I do that this was experimental magic. No one could have predicted
this. There, that's the strongest form, excluding Dementor Power.
It's all or nothing with that power unfortunately. Now what's
this about me being ready."
"You have absorbed The Beast,
something the group I want you to kill almost failed at killing. I
want you to go after Angel Investigations."
"And Kill
everybody."
"That's essentially the plan."
"So who
and what do I have to kill."
"First off two False Vampires
with a soul. Angel who also goes by the names Liam and Angelus and
Spike who can also go by the name William."
"Ah two members of
the whirlwind. They shall be fun. Anything else."
"Two
Demi-Humens."
"Demi-Humans?"
"Yes, one is called
Conner, and is the Child of two Vampires, and the Second is called
Gunn and was turning into a Vampire but it was slowed down in Hell
and Angel managed to stop the process, turning him back into a
Vampire, and changing Gunn into something new."
"Would that
not have caused Angel to turn into Angelus."
"Yes but of
course a Wicca came and restored his soul, again. Named Willow,
extremely powerful at times, we would prefer if you kill her but if
you wait 6 months tops she will be gone."
"I'll take her
out. If she is as strong as you say I could have finally found my
Wiccan Soul. What else."
"A ghost, although he should be
forced to obey you to a certain extent as he is only a ghost due to
the contract with us."
"Ok easy deal with. Next I know there's
more"
"A god, albeit a fallen one. Illyria, one of the Old
ones. Even with her power somewhat diminished to stop her from
destroying LA she will be quite a challenge."
"I like a
challenge, and Old ones, I have never fought one so it's a mystery
as well. You could have almost sold me this deal without the spell."
"It gets better. You get a demonic Dragon."
"You
summoned a dragon and it betrayed you. Oh I would have loved to see
the look on the Senior
Partners faces. If they have faces
of cause."
"We also have a human. However she is smart and as
she is both Illyria's link to the world and the ghosts love she
won't be easy to kill. You'll have to take them down first. Then
we have a demonic Spirit."
"A what?"
"Demonic Spirit.
She was there seer to the Powers that Be yet when she died she did
not pass her gift on so she is stuck here until she does. She is a
wraith at best and should not be able to hurt you."
"However
she can be annoying, but I should be able to deal with it. That's
it?"
"There is a wand waver."
"Now answer this question
very carefully. Do you know anything about this wand waver that could
affect my mission, anything that could make it difficult?"
Lindsey
thought about it for a moment then said the words that would damn him
and set The Assassin and Harry free. "No, she can't affect you."
.:°o0O0o°:.
Said Wand welder was sitting in her
room at her new job. She had to admit the rooms of the Hyperion Hotel
were classy, even though abandoned for years, used then abandoned
again. She loved it here, and her job was far more free with her
power then said old job. Admittedly she still could never figure out
where she got such an extensive knowledge of Dark curses and
experience using them, but she didn't care. It had saved her life
on numerous occasions even if it got her kicked out of England. Her
name, was Ginny Weasly.
You may be wondering why she was sitting
in her room. She was in LA after all. There was dozens of things she
could be doing rather than sitting in her room. Hell if she ran out
of things to do she could go out and kill demons. After all, every
since the city came back from Hell the USA ministry of magic did the
only thing they could logically think of doing. It claimed a military
virus had been released by accident and it caused mass delirium, and
in some cases extreme disfigurement to all those who got too close to
the city. The city was quarantined anyone or thing that tried to
leave got rattled full of chain gun bullets because of the high
contagiousness of the infection, thus trapping the demons and the
insane from spending months in hell. Thus demons were everywhere as
they quickly learnt not to leave the city.
However Ginny would
not leave this room. For no matter how go she was, she wasn't
invincible and she wasn't strong. She needed muscle to defend her
while she cast magic at the demons cause she couldn't win a fight
with one in melee. So she had to wait here, so they could interigate
her to prove she didn't work for Wolfram and Hart whoever they
were. The group she was trying to join had been though a lot in the
last couple of months and she could understand suspicion. Hell she
would be suspicious if a person strode up to her business and said
she knew who they were and what they did and she wanted to join.
Never the less she knew this was the group of people that the USA
Ministry had told her to seek out.
While she was waiting, Ginny
figured she should go though how she got here. After all she wasn't
too sure of it herself. She had, had an easy childhood compared to
most. She was a target to many of her brothers, Gorge and Ron's
Pranks. They had been like twins until Hogworts. Even during and
after hogworts they had been lethal
pranksters. Gorge and Lee, an friend of her brothers had opened a
joke shop, called Freds Weasley's wizard weazes, after the brother
of Gorges who died in child birth. Ron almost followed them into the
business, but then got called by the Cadully Canons, and he couldn't
resist.
However she was losing track of her thoughts. She had a
lovely school life, with Hermione Granger, Neville LongBottom and
Luna Lovegood as her friends. She spent a lot of her school life
fantasizing about knights rescuing her from all kinds of disasters.
That was something she still did today, she mused. Ever since the
black gourge her favourites, had been a young kid rescuing her from a
Basilisk. That one always scared her. At tops he was twelve and the
lust she felt for him, no must not think paedophilic thoughts.
Anyway
getting off her disturbing thoughts, she remembered the date, it was
July 31, she was in a sad mood like she missed something. She had
been for the department of magical transport at the minestry, arguing
with another women, that while cars were faster than brooms, it was
not legal to enchant one and claim it as a magical vehicle.
Flashback.
"Miss I must insist you stop
this sillyness. Even if I did say your vehicle was magical
transportation, it is still a misuse of muggle artefact offence about
what you did to that car," Ginny said calmly. Inside she was
seething. How dare this women come here and rant to me about
something so ridicules. "If we don't allow flying carpets in
England, what makes you think we would allow a flying car."
"BUT
THEY HAVE BEEN DONE BEFORE. I HAVE ALL THE ISSUES OF THE DALIY
PROPHET TALKING ABOUT THE FLYING CAR," Screeched the women. "I
WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU IT WAS YOUR FATHER WHO ENCHANTED THE CAR. IF
HE CAN WHY CAN'T I."
"Miss my father got severely punished
for that particular episode." Inside Ginny's head the same
thought kept repeating itself, the same one she had had for the last
month. "You are better then this, life has to be more than this, a
witch of your calliper should not have a desk job. What happened to
the vow you made when you were young?"
The vow in question was
made after a particularly nasty prank pulled by her brothers. She had
sworn on Merlin, that she would defend those who couldn't defend
themselves, but she had been a child how could she be held to that
vow, even by herself.
"I DEMAND I GET PERMISSION TO USE MY CAR
IN PUBLIC. ITS JUST A CAR THAT FLIES, WHAT CAN GO WRONG. I EVEN MADE
IT USE..."
"RIGHT MISS LET ME TELL YOU THIS IN A LANGUAGE YOU
UNDERSTAND. YOU SHALL NEVER GET THAT MONSTROSITY REGISTERED. THE
SHEER IDEA THAT YOU WOULD IS TWISTED AND WRONG. I THINK NEXT TIME YOU
TRY TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS YOU NEED TO LOOK AT THE REGULATIONS
BEFORE CONSIDEREDING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME I
AM LEAVING AND I HOPE MY FELLOW ENPLOIES SACK YOU GO BACK TO THE CAVE
YOU CAME FROM INSTEAD OF BUGGING THEM. THEY HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO
WITH THEIR TIME," and with that Ginny stormed out of the room. She
had no idea where she was going so it came to some surprise to
herself when she walked into the auror's department.
Mad-Eye
Moody looked at Ginny as she walked in and yelled "COSTANT
VIGILANCE." Admittedly they
weren't in a warzone like Africa. Nor were they in a Dark Arts unstable region like Scandinavia. However Moody still believes this country was due for a Dark Lord. There hadn't been one here since Merlin. The British Auror's kept up with the rest of the world by fighting in other peoples wars.
Ginny looked at Moody and said "What if I was
to tell you I want to be an Auror," she said.
Moody answered
instantly, "I would say what took you so long. Your grades at
Hogwarts are good enough for the job and your reflexes were good due
to being your brothers favourate target. And your temper is good as
good as Storm-Rage Black's. She would love to train you at least.
Now all you just have to do is tell your boss you need a
transfer."
"Um Moody, I don't think I could get a transfer,"
said Ginny nervously
"And why not."
"Cause I just shouted
a customer out of my department and stormed out."
Moody Laughed,
"looks like I owe Dark-Strikes crew some Money."
"What?"
"Most
of the Aurors knew you would join us eventually. You have the spark,
the lust for Adventure required and it was just a matter of waiting.
But Dark-Strike Webb and his crew all bet you would get infuriated by
a customer and get fired before you would finally click."
"So
Mad-Eye, where do I sign."
End Flashback.
Ginny smiled. She had left her
mistake two years into the job and had never looked back. Sure she
had suffered under the training of Bellatrix Black, also known as
Storm-Rage Black, One of the top crew leaders, but in the end she had
came out of it a great Auror. Mad-Eyes crew and Storm-Rages crew both
wanted her, as did several others, although in the end she choose
Storm-Rages. Storm-Rage had trained Ginny so she trusted her more
than Mad-Eye. Not much more as Mad-Eye and his crew were considered
the best in the business but the Paranoia would have made Ginny
nervous. Ginny always wondered who came up with the idea of giving
crew leaders a nickname. Maybe it had to do with stopping boredom in
calm periods. And after all Moody's crew and Black's crew sound
so much worse than Mad-Eye's crew and Storm-Rage's crew.
Ginny
had worked for a year and a half when war broke out in some part of
Africa. Dark Lord A, had Attacked Dark Lord B, Dark Lord C got
Nervous and Attacked Dark Lord D, causing a chain reaction that
turned a large area of Africa into a war zone.
Normally this would
not have been much of a problem. We go in and protect the innocent
and leave when the Dark Lords stop fighting each other. However this
war had caused some Idiot Dark Lord to invade Egypt. It actually had
a reputable Ministry and had asked for Help. We had come across the
army and had split up to surround the small group and hit them from
all sides. Of cause it turns out that they weren't attacking at all
they were fleeing.
Flashback.
Ginny stood with the five people
that had been in here team. The plan had been simple. The plan was
one of the first taught at the academy. It almost couldn't fail.
However no one could have seen the arrival of another army. Now they
were trapped in a gorge with The Nile blocking one end and the enemy
blocking the other. And help was too far away for it t come in time.
Jack Knightly summed up what they were all thinking, "We're
screwed. Totally, utterly fucked."
Artemis Wentwood
smiled; she enjoyed the hunt and liked nothing more than a good fight
and being out numbered. If we died today she would die happy. "Stay
on your toes, dodge all you can, shield those you can't. Let's
see if we can't hold until help arrives." She was always the
leader when we split up. Not because she was the oldest. Far from it,
nor was she the best fighter. It was because she had a level head and
never panicked. Facing Grindelwald himself she would not have been
fazed. Unfortunately the enemy seemed to realize she was the leader
and as one thy fired curses at her. She didn't stand a chance. If
she had dodged she would have been hit and her shield failed after
the fifteenth spell hit it. Lucky the sixteenth was a stunner.
However with the battle raging we couldn't revive her.
Sam
Jakeson was the next to fall. He was never much of a fighter and
acted more like a medic and traps person than anything else. He took
a cutting curse to the leg and then couldn't dodge the
Hallucination hex that forced Jack to stun him so he didn't kill us
or himself.
Malcolm Forester fell next. While he could shield
better then even Moody, he did tend to become over confident with it.
The Shrapnel Curse, a recent invention by an American who had seen
the effect of a point blank shot gun, hit him if the face. He was
killed instantly.
When Ginny saw Malcom fall, she felt something
crack inside her. And with that crack a whirlpool of knowledge became
her's, combat skills that taught her to use different muscle to
dodge more quickly, or more effectively and to fight with weapons,
both muggle and magical, and most importantly an Army of spell
knowledge. She also knew which spells she had were light dark and all
shades of grey. It amazed her how many dark spells she knew.
A
cutting curse brought her back to reality as it sliced open her
cheek. She decided she had more things to do with her time then look
at her knowledge. First she needed a shield that would not drain her
too much but would take a goodly amount of damage. The required words
came unbidden to her mind.
"pusiiq pakal."
A glowing violet
beam shot out of her wand which soon turned into a bubble. She
noticed the shield seemed to take energy from everyone, except her,
inside it. She somehow knew if they ran out of magic it would drain
their life. "Well better defeat them before that."
The shield
seemed to stop everything except for the unforgivable, but as it
stopped much she didn't have to dodge anywhere as near as much
anymore. "Now how to distract them, I don't want them dead. Another spell came straight to her mind and without thinking she cast
it.
"us-luknan haljastáiga"
Suddenly a gapping rift appeared behind the attackers, and beings
of fire came out. They ran at the attackers and cut then to pieces
with swords that seemed to be made, like the beings themselves, of
fire. Just before they turned on her the words she needed to save her
life came to her.
"baíran abgud fônguþ,"
What she
saw then frightened the life out of her. A monstrous arm reached out
of the gorge and pulled the fire beings back to hell. She finished
the ritual in a frightened voice as, although her mind
told her the fônguþ could never
leave the pit because it was abgud whatever that meant, the giant arm
had scared the hell out of her.
"deigan munþs skôhsl"
The
rift swirled and then on the ground there was a perfectly round
symbol. She felt bitter and the words came out of her mouth before
she thought about it "One more Hellmouth for the world to fear.
However it's not that powerful as there was only twenty lives used
to make it. Now the one in the chamber of secrets, that's
powerful."
Ginny wondered what she meant for a moment then
passed out.
End Flashback.
Ginny to this day still remembered
the verbal reprimand she got from Moody and Black on awaking in
Britain. Constant Vigilance, you didn't know what the spells were
going to do to you cast them anyway, they could have killed you and
what if a dark wizard put them there, were the highlights of these
reprimands. Of cause they didn't phase it that nicely. Or that
softly. I still laugh when I remember my thoughts when a DoM worker
commenting about hearing it three floors down. And many people in
the ministry learnt new words that day.
After that we sat down
and started to categorise the new spell work that I got unlock. First
into Light and Dark. The light group mostly consisted of holy
rituals, good for planning and fighting dark lords but not general
duelling or war. It's just not quick enough. The Dark spells had to
be broken up into further groups, Latin, Gothic, Mayan and other. You
could have basically called the groups, regular, attack, defence and
torture respectively, as there were few cross over's. Gothic had to
be divided again into visible, nonviable and other. In the end it
scared her how much dark arts she knew.
She Laughed at the memory
of Storm-Rage Joking about her being Moody's Dark lord, but still
shocked by the shear amount of Dark knowledge she knew. She remembers
crying on Moody, thinking my family would reject me for something she
could not control. And she remembers promising Moody not to use those
spells except in the direst of circumstances. "We are not at war
so only if your life or the Life of another Auror is in jeopardy
should you use those spells." However as we researched those spells
we came to a realisation. She could not stay in England. Ginny was
the first to say it out loud.
FlashBack
"You know I can't stay here.
I think we figured it out a while ago, but it needs to be said none
the less. For us to accept it anyway," said Ginny with a grimace.
"What makes you say that? You are a brilliant Auror. So you
know a few dark spells, so what," said Moody.
"We are Aurors.
We are trained to fight and kill if necessary. However, we are also
trained to use the best spell for the job. It gets to the point of
being a reflex. We use the spell that does the job quickest
or with least energy. My dark
spells, no matter what you guys say are some of the quickest and best
methods for the job. I will use them in combat no matter how often it
is beaten into me that I shouldn't. So I can't stay here.
Eventually I will do something dark enough to get me thrown into
Azkaban. I should be Azkaban for the Hellmouth." She shudders as
she remembers what she found out it did. The British government had
magically nuked the place, made it unplottable and muggle repel
charmed it. Nothing could get near it, but its creation still almost
enough to get her locked up. Only the fact that she had no idea what
she was doing and the promise she would never do it again without
permission saved her. Who's permission exactly was left ambiguous.
"No matter how dark the person I use it against is. "
Storm-Rage
nodded sadly, "She is right you know. And you can't stay in
Europe. I checked. Even in the most neutral, even dark orientated
Russia has banned at least 10 spells from that list of even auror
use. In fact Russia, as Dark as the country is Magic wise, would
consider you dementor food with your spell repotaur. And Africa is
totally out of the question. Most Auror equivalents there are
mercenaries and they would kill you on the spot."
Moody looked
at them both, "well if you're serious about this Asia is out,
ever since Gagis Kahn and his army of dark mages took over the place
magic has been considered with more distrust then here. Wizard
nations don't even allow the schools to learn defensive stuff, just
in case it sets them down the wrong path. And don't even think
about the pacific, Australia's got the weakest dark magic laws of
the lot and that is still only in retrospect. At least here the worst
you can get is he Dementor's kiss. Being feed to a desert beast can
be far worse."
Ginny smiled, "Well that leaves north and south
America, what are the laws like there?"
Black grimaced, "South
America is mostly out although Chile is possible. However you could
end up in a war with the British government then. The Chilein wizards
have too much national pride. When Chile goes to war, so does it
wizards."
Moody looked thoughtful, "USA has a lot of promise,
after the civil war there the ministry basically abandoned the south
and now it's come back to bit them in the arse. The amount of dark
wizards there is amazing and there are things there that make them
look nice. The area is saturated in hell mouths, no one knows why.
And LA just came back from a visit to hell or something like that.
The USA is calling for all the help they can get but they aren't
getting much. They caused the problem by abandoning the south and it
will take longer then what's left of my life time to fix it."
Ginny
didn't like that option, "What about Canada or the central
America."
Black looked at Ginny, "Trust me Ginny, I have been
to Canada, Its Neutrality has been its downfall. The ministry has
only one purpose there now. To hide Magic form the populace. There is
a ten sided war going on there. The Aurors really are nonexistent
anymore. As for Central America, well with the exception of Mexico
it's just as good as being in Africa. And Mexico, well some
powerful Aztec wizard set up a spell their once and it still holds.
If you have ever touched the Dark Arts and enter Mexico, You're
dead. Otherwise the problem that infects Southern USA would have
leaked over. Sorry Kiddo it looks like you're going to hell," she
smirked.
"Channelling Sirius are we now," said Ginny with a
smile. Then the room fell glum
"This needs to stop. Sirius would
not have wanted us to feel bad about his death," said Moody
"Yes
but to die by stunner then falling into a volcano, it's just
wrong," said Ginny
"He knew the risks when he went to fight,"
said Moody, "So let's just get off this topic and move onto the
more important bit of how to get you out of the country and over to
the US without Fudge arresting you for knowing the dark arts, or
saying that the UK ministry has no interest in that war and refuses
to send you."
End Flashback.
In the end it turned out to be easy
to get her to America. Word of the Good publicity and some money from
the Black Vault and it was done, nothing to it. However either Fudge
was aiming for even better publicity or just was a fool and
interpreted what we wanted wrong and said we were sending a whole
Auror squad to the US, with Ginny as its head. I had been out of the
Academy for a year and a bit and said I was the head of an Auror
squad, what a fool. However Black had some fun with Fudges claims and
said "Well it's true technically. Aurors always work in squads
and your going out on a job, so you are in a squad, even if it is a
squad of one. So we should think of a Squad name."
It became
general Knowledge of Ginny's condition among Aurors. Jack
never could keep his mouth shut. By popular demand Ginny's squad
became "Black-Light." Black-Light Weasly, what a ridiculas name,
she had thought at the time, but they refused to change it.
Ginny
smiled as she fiddled with her clock. Storm-Rage gave it to her, as a
going away present. It was supposedly called the clock of shadow. If
worn with the hood up the face gets replaced by white light.
Supposedly it was worn by Aurror's in the old days when they had
been allowed to use dark magic, as then it's not the Aurror that
killed the person, it's the light, or goodness, or whatever god you
could think of. More likely it was a remnant of a Black family Dark
Lord claiming he was doing bad things for the good of the
people.
Ginny felt the room grow colder and said with a frown,
"Westly, it is considered polite to knock."
Westly the ghost
smiled, "Well, as you know that is a bit difficult with someone of
my condition. What were you thinking?"
"Nothing important.
Well why are you here? You don't barge into my room with a good
reason."
"Lorne has come and says he has some information that
we need, and Angel felt that you could contribute to the planning. I
personally disagree but Lorne says it's the best idea he has heard
in a while and that we will truly need your experience with this bit
of information."
Ginny said "I'll follow you down. And then
Stood up and left the room. She smiled thinking about home one last
time before closing the door.
A/N I will explain the difference between a true vampire and a false Vampire at a later date. However I will give you a hint. Harry/The Assassin calls them True Vampires because they were the first kind he knew of. The wizarding world doesn't know about False Vampires.
(The Assassin) Oh, Yeah,
like that wasn't a giveaway.
(Author) Quite you or I'll
get you in a romantic relationship with Her.
(The
Assassin) I'll be good.
(Harry Potter) You got owned by the
Author. And that's seriously weak.
(The Assassin and Author)
Shut up!
(The Assassin) Can I kill him?
(Author) As much fun as
it would be to watch you rip him into little pieces we need him
latter on.
(Harry) But aren't I him.
(Author) Yes but at this
point you have never touch several of his powers. You creased being
once the Hellmouth magics touched you. So at the moment he could
crush you like a bug. But I won't let him so don't
worry.
(Bellatrix LeStrange) Can I curse him then?
(Author)Your
not in the story yet.
(Bellatrix Lestrange) Yes I am. Go
check.
Author goes to check his story.
(The Assassin) Now
he's gone me and Bellatrix have a message for you.
(Bellatrix
LeStrange) You see the Author was very distraught at the fact that he
didn't get many reviews. This is not a good thing as if he doesn't
get enough reviews he will stop writing which mean his head gets full
of plot bunnies and we have to eat rabbits for the rest of our live
to stop his head from becoming too full and give us some room to
move.
(The Assassin) So here's the deal. If you review the
Author is happy, and if he's happy, where happy. And if where
happy...
(Bellatrix LeStrange) We won't come and Torture you
all.
(The Assassin) I will use the power of Wolfram and Hart to
hunt down all those who do not review and then me and Bellatrix will
spend torture you for as many hours as the amount of hits this Story
get minus the Amount of reviews.
(The Cenobites) Then we shall get
you.
(The Assassin and Bellatrix LeStrange) You're not even in
this fic.
(The Cenobites) Ah but the pain and pleasure Idea was
based off us so we can appear here. And even if that isn't enough,
do you think you mortals could stop us being here.
(The Assassin)
Does it matter? All the reader knows is they had better
review.
(Bellatrix LeStrange) Or Else.
Author comes
back
(Author) See I told you, you weren't, just your
counterpart. What are The Cenobites doing here. And why do some of
the readers look nervous and some look hopeful.
(All except
Author) Nothing
(The Cenobites) Although the hopeful ones maybe
related to us.
Author shudders
(Author) Well anyway please
review. Criticism is welcome and all that jazz.
(The Cenobites)
But no flame, there are more creative ways to cause pain and it will
cause the author to cry and tears are just a waste of the authors
good suffering.
(Author) GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD.
(The
Cenobites) Fine where leaving, but we'll be back. It's your
destiny to write about us and some poor fool and the Lament
Configuration.
The Cenobites leave
(Bellatrix LeStrange)
Those guys creep even me out.
(Author) Where's Bellatrix Black
anyway.
(Bellatrix LeStrange) Don't know don't care.
(Author) Anyway just in case some
producer comes here I don't own Hellraiser either. Read and review,
even to tell me if this little bit of fun at the end of the story is
idiotic. I just thought it would be a bit of fun and
well...
(Bellatrix LeStrange) You saw other people do it and
wondered why and now you know. It's a pointless bit of
fun.
(Author) Yeah. Anyway better stop this before it becomes a
story in its own right.
(The Assassin and Bellatrix LeStrange)
And remember review or we'll come for you.
(Author) I knew it.
You threatened the damn reader. You know the Price for that.
(The
Assassin and Bellatrix LeStrange) You wouldn't
(Author) I
did.
Rift Appears in front of The Assassin and Bellatrix
LeStrange and out pours and out comes an love crazed, Anime Fan girl
mob.
(The Assassin and Bellatrix LeStrange) Ahhhh not the crazy
Anime fan girls.
The Assassin and Bellatrix LeStrange sprint
off
(Anime Fan girls) Where did Insert name of favourite Anime
guy here go
(Author) Those people kidnapped him.
Anime fan
girl mob runs off.
(Voldemort) And I thought I was evil.
(Author) You have no Idea. Anyway please review etc. Oh and the
person who guesses who Her/she is gets a chapter dedicated to
them. Don't worry, you'll get more hints in the next chapter but
you have to have guessed by the one after cause then Her/she
enters the story. The next chapter is dedicated to the person who
translates the Hellmouth spells. And if you translate the others you
get a truck load of internet cookies.
