DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter was created by JKR, I do not own the rights to any characters, nor do I pretend to.

Harry and Daphne were walking down towards breakfast when they saw a strange girl sitting at the table.

"That's Looney Luna Lovegood." Said Hermione coming up from behind him. Viktor and his parents were following closely behind. "She's, er, different."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this and took a seat across from the strange girl. She was eating pancakes with strawberries and chocolate ice cream and drinking iced orange juice with an umbrella and lemon.

"Luna is it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry Potter?" she asked dreamily.

"Uh…" Those large silvery eyes were disconcerting.

"I brought her here late last night." Sirius replied, walking in at the exact right moment. Sinistra was with him.

"Oh hello Sirius Black and Professor Aurora Sinistra. You know you have nargles on your face?" She said while looking in Sinistra's direction.

Sinistra's face blushed bright crimson in response and she immedietly left. Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at Sirius.

"Oh, uh, yeah. The department detected a large bout of magic at her house last night so we were dispatched there. By the time we arrived the house was in ruins and Luna was the only survivor. Her father and three death eaters were killed. As Luna doesn't have any family left, I offered to take her in. Her mother was once friends with Lily, but…" The unfinished sentence was that he was imprisoned and Lily and James were killed.

"I am very sad. " She said, large tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know why they attacked, but they wanted my dad alive. He put up a good fight but he was out numbered. I ended up using the same experimental spell my mom used when she died. I suppose I should be grateful that I lived, but I don't have anyone else left."

"Don't worry Luna, you can be our friend." 'right guys?' He said with a look. Everyone else nodded their heads.

"Oh thank you Harry Potter! I've never had a friend before, well not ever since my mother died when I was 9. People say I am strange…"

Harry didn't know what to say to that so he looked at the necklaces she was wearing. One was made of butterbeer caps, the other was a gold triangle with an engraved circle and vertical line. "What do your necklaces represent?"

"Oh, just my mother's butterbeer cap necklace and my father's-" she was interrupted.

"Zat is ze mark ov Grindlewald zat is. I recognize it from Durmstrang. It iz all over ze walls." Viktor pointed at the triangle.

"No silly." She admonished. "It is the Symbol of the Seeker. My daddy wore it around all the time. It identifies him as one of the-" she was interrupted again.

"Grindlewald, as in Gellert Grindlewald the infamous Dark Lord?" Hermione piped up. "How… odd."

Harry's ears perked up at the name Gellert. It rang a bell but he was having a hard time placing the name. He was fingering his wand under the table while he zoned out the heating bickering going on around him, and then his head snapped up in recognition. No one noticed so he gave Daphne a discrete signal that indicated that they needed to talk.

After they ate Harry and Daphne made their way up to Harry's room.

"What is it Harry? What's wrong?"

"When they were talking about Grindlewald. I met a man named Gellert once. It seemed odd at the time, but now it feel like it is important somehow. The man who made mine and Sirius's wand was named Gellert."

"You think that man is the former Dark Lord? I thought Dumbledore defeated him?" Daphne asked.

"Defeat doesn't necessarily mean kill. I don't think Dumbledore has ever killed a man; he makes everyone else do it for him.

"So you want to go pay this man a visit?"

"Yeah. You can come with me and get a new wand while I talk to him. It never hurts to have two wands. Hopefully if it is the former dark lord, he won't kill us for finding out his secret. I can't imagine that he would want his real identity spread around."

"You really think this important and not just that crazy girl being, well, crazy?"

"Call it one of those gut instincts."

"Ok. We'll go tomorrow. You were planning on having that little training session today where Viktor teaches us a few things right?"

"We might as well invite Luna to the meeting. I don't think it would be wise to underestimate her. She did fend off those death eaters last night with a crazy spell."

"True."

Despite Viktor's protest, he did agree to share some of his advanced learnings. He did graduate from Durmstrang after all. Despite his Quidditch fame he was a powerful and skilled wizard. You simply can't make it through his school without being so.

Viktor looked disconcerted even just standing amidst the small crowd of his friends. "Vell I am not good ov a teacher. My mutter however is teacher at Venezia Academy ov Mages. One ov first lesson she teach me is human nature ov magic. Here in Britain you have problems wiv Dark Lords. In Italy zey have opposite."

"Light Lords?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"No. Light magic is not oppozite ov dark magic. Zere is magic maybe even more obscure and as dangerous as dark magic. " Viktor replied. For the first time Hermione was at a loss of words.

"It known as Holy Magic to some people. The practitioner of such magic can be just as fanatic as user ov dark magic. There is saying 'Fanaticism and Madness are zame thing'. Ze followers of the Holy One are just as prejudice as followers of the Dark One. Just as extreme. Just as crazy. The do anything for what they believe in and they do anything to justify it."

"Why haven't I heard of such a thing? In all the books I've read, not a single mention of this." Hermione said. She was almost visibly upset that her boyfriend knew more about this than she did.

"Zere are stories in Muggle books. Ze Bible. Ze Qur'an. Ze last major conflict with ze Holy magic vas Crusades, hundreds ov years ago. Most ov ze users are located in ze Holy Zee ov Roma. As are their secrets and knowledge. Zere are many more Dark users than Holy, as books on Dark magic are much more common."

"So the Pope is the leader of the Holy magic users?" Hermione asked.

"I would guess that the Pope is just a figurehead. I imagine the leader is probably a Templar Knight?" Harry said. Harry was vaguely familiar with the term Templar. Back when he was at privet drive he would sneak downstairs to watch the TV at night and often times the only thing on was the history channel and documentaries on Templar or WW2.

"Zat is most people's guess as well. Zey are so secretive no one knows for sure." Viktor replied.

"The Templar were a secret society. There are a few others out there as well, the Free Masons, Illuminati, even the Order of the Phoenix could be considered a secret society, although nowhere near as complex as the others are supposedly." Hermione chipped in with. She blushed at the other's looks. "Sorry."

"And zat is what makes them like ze Death Eaters. A Templar could be anyone, you neighbor, the bar maid, even ze minister. You don't know who is Death Eater either until you see Dark Mark. Templar have mark too, although I don't know what it is." Viktor continued. "Zat brings me to original point ov lesson. Light magic is ze middle magic. It is neither dark nor holy, although it has a little ov each. However as it is neither, it is weaker compared to those. Zat is why it is ze most commonly used."

"Why is Light magic the weakest?"

"Ze other magic has more potential. Zere is a reason that using Dark magic can corrupt. It gives you a feeling ov euphoria, a false sense ov super-or-ity. Zere are some magics that will make you feel like a God. Though I zpose vith Dark magic it make you feel like ze Diablo. Holy magic make you feel like ze God. Holy magic can corrupt you just as easily. Ze power is hard to resist. Ze spells are a lot more powerful."

"I think I understand. Do they teach any Holy magic at Durmstrang?"

"Ze do not. Zere is possibility that some spells ve use vere once considered a Holy spell, but have been popularized to ze point ov being normal. Ve have a course on Dark Arts, where we mostly learn about spells that vould be considered restricted by ze British. Ve have course on ze Blood Magic, and also on rituals. Vere are also Defense class, similar to vat Hogvarts has."

"So will you help us?"

"I vill try. Vor Hermyknee I do anything." Hermione blushed at Viktor's words.

"How does your mother know all this?" Hermione asked. "You said she taught you this."

"Isn't it obvious?" He said mysteriously. "She is Valkyrie Templar. I am trusting you all with zis secret, it is worth more than my life but I give it anyways."

Hermione's brow just furled even more. "I thank you for your trust, but we obviously all got more questions." Harry and Daphne were both shaking their heads 'no', until she looked at them and then they started shaking their heads 'yes'.

"I got two big ones actually. Valkyrie are supposedly the pure female angel warriors of god. Pure meaning virgin… how are you here then if I may ask…? And secondly, how does a witch believe in something like God, the entity which the Templar believe in? Magic and religion don't really mix…"

"Vell those are easy questions. What can God do that magic can't? Ze answer is nothing. Zat means that Magic and ze God are one and ze same. All those muggles worshipping God are actually worshiping magic. And my mutter is still virgin, although it is embarrassing to talk about. Ze answer again is magic. Use your imagination. Ze muggles can do it, so can we."

"So your mother is a member of a secret branch of a secret society that is spread out through the whole world, and no one knows about it?" Harry summed up.

"Yes."

"And I have a feeling this is important. Why did you tell us?"

"Because ze Templar are mobilizing. Not against Dark Lord, but another. I do not know who, so I cannot say. I just hope zat this other is not as dangerous as ze Dark Lord. I bet he is looking to capitalize on Britain's instability"

"Lovely. As if Voldemort wasn't enough, there's another madman out there secretly building forces while an equally crazy group of Holy Templar try to counter their activities. Uhg, this is giving me a headache. I need some fresh air."

"Templar do not simply fight dark wizards. I do not know ze English to describe. Yes, letz get some air. Toss quaffle?"

"Sure."

They all left, except Luna. She was staring at the ceiling deep in thought when a woman emerged from the shadows.

"Hello Luna."

She looked at the new face with fearful wide eyes. "Hello …?"

"I have an offer for you. Your… unique perspective… on the world would be valuable to our cause."

Luna frowned for a moment before giving a small nod.

Meanwhile, in a small town in Germany.

"Tell me old man, where is it!?" Voldemort yelled. "Crucio!"

"I told you, I haven't seen it in over 70 years! It was stolen!" the old man screamed back in pain.

"What a load of horse shit. You will-" Voldemort was cutoff from his rant by the sound of tapping on the window.

Voldemort went over to the window and let the owl in. It was holding a copy of the Quibbler. "Oooh, a new animal crossword. What's this! Xenophilius Lovegood, Senior Publisher of the Quibbler found dead! AHHHH"

Voldemort looked around for something to relieve his anger on when he saw the man still cowering on the floor. "Crucio!"

"Stop, please! I don't have the information you need!"

"Then you are worthless to me! Avada Kedavra!" He roared and the man on the ground stopped moving. "Avery better be dead, or otherwise I will kill him for failing me. How did he fail against a crazy man and a crazy girl? Stunning spell and go, how hard could it be? At least I did get some useful information from my legillimancy, so all is not lost."

Voldemort snarled once more before grabbing wands of the shelves by the armful and packing them into a bag.

"Look at me, I'm reduced to a common thief! Bombarda!" he snapped.

After he blew up a wall, he left the building through it and took one look around. "Incendio! MORDESMORDE!"

The Dark Mark was visible for all to see.

A/N any references to religions and whatnot is completely made up by me, and I don't base any of it on historical fact. If any of it happens to be true, then it is just coincidence.

I don't know what the equivalent of the History Channel is in Britain, but I assume it's not too different than it is here in the US. The only British channel I know is BBC and that is because Top Gear is on it.