I'm noticing a couple of common themes in the reviews of the last few chapters. Mainly, Eldar use of Geller Field technology, and my insinuation that Harry Potter was a more powerful psyker than the Emperor. This is not what I was inferring. I was saying that the manifestation of Hogwarts and all of those wizards into the 40k universe was similar in power level to the birth of the Emperor or the manifestation of a Warp rift, something any Eldar psyker who was alive at that time would be unfortunately familiar. I was not aware that Eldar may have had their own warp shielding technology, so thought that a hijacked Geller Field, courtesy of the Corsairs, would be a good answer to getting to the site more swiftly. I'm afraid that was lazy writing and poor research, and I apologise for that. Anyway, happy that people are still reading, and hope you enjoy this chapter.

Arunion's Command Ship- Arunion's Quarters

Arunion stood in his quarters on the ship, watching as Alara slept in his bed. He didn't know why, but he thought clearest when he watched her sleep. Perhaps it was another day he had kept her safe from the predations of the Great Enemy. Perhaps her psychic influence had something to do with his peace of mind.

Alara stirred, getting up and throwing a robe around her shoulders.

"What are you thinking, My Prince?" she asked "Something dark troubles your mind."

"You are no telepath, Alara," said Arunion "How is it you always know when something troubles me?"

"Intuition, perhaps?" said Alara "Knowing you too well. I know what you're thinking though. This school, these children, they are naïve, like our people before the fall. We might have considered ourselves the pinnacle of creation, but it only means we see the same naivety in the other races. We want to help them, but can't as they are also as stubborn as we are. You finally have a chance to help another people, and you're afraid, afraid you're going to do a poor job of it."

"I messed up," said Arunion, his head in his hands "I indulge in the pleasures and excesses that led to the downfall of our race. I know full well I am merely feeding She Who Thirsts with my obsessions, but I can't stop. I have a duty to my crew, and my obsessions are what keep me sane enough to carry out that duty. Otherwise, I'd be lost, just as the Malevolents are."

They both shuddered. The Malevolents were once Eldar. Indeed, they were once Eldar who were apart of the Corsair fleets. But fear of losing their souls to Slaanesh drove them to insanity. They are now good for one thing, and one thing only: sending them directly into the guns of the enemy. While Arunion hoped the Malevolents would die honourably in battle, they had a nasty habit of overcoming overwhelming numbers and coming out on top.

"You're our leader," said Alara "Our captain. The men in there would follow you to their deaths, and for many, following you has led to their deaths. They follow you, because they know that you would do the same for them. Even Seltac and Swiftrunner trust you with their lives, even though they struggle for power day by day. I don't believe you need your obsessions to be the Eldar I know you to be."

"These newcomers do trouble me, also," said Arunion "Where do they come from? How do they have such powerful technology as to create matter from nothing? Is The Changer of Ways involved in some way here?"

"If Tzeentch was involved," said Alara "We would not know until it was too late to do anything about it. The schemes of the Changer of Ways run deeper than any in the known world. No. This is very advanced technology, not magic."

"What of the psychic disturbance?" asked Arunion "If it was not caused by magic, or psychic resonance, then what caused it?"

"That is a mystery we'll find out more in time," said Alara

Hogwarts- Great Hall

A conference had been called in the recently cleared Great Hall. After giving the dead from the Battle of Hogwarts a proper send-off, keeping them magically preserved until they could be properly buried, as well as casting Voldemort and his followers into the black void around them, the conversation had turned to what to do about the warning the strange visitors had given them, and their offer of aid.

"Do we believe their warning of an imminent threat?" asked Kingsley

"It wouldn't surprise me," said Flitwick "We know almost nothing about this universe. Even if they are lying, we would have no way to test it. We have no idea if Veritaserum would even work on them, and I wouldn't want to try it in case it turns out to be poison to them."

"So we assume they are being truthful about the threat," said Minerva "Can we trust them to follow through on their offer of aid?"

"They came to us, did they not?" said Harry "If they wanted to kill us, they've got the means. Whether or not they want something else from us remains to be seen, but I believe their offer of aid was genuine. Why warn us of a threat at all? They know nothing about us, so they couldn't be scheming against us."

"And what of their magic?" asked another voice Harry couldn't identify.

The door to the Great Hall burst open, and Seamus Finnegan burst into the hall, holding a stack of extraordinarily thin books, with hard covers, similar to the annuals Harry had once caught a glimpse if in Dudley's room.

"I think I might know where we are," said Seamus, panting, as he held out a green-covered book picturing tall, red-cloaked warrior, holding a blue sword with lightning playing around the blade. On his chest, was a strange combination of lines and curves, like a rune, but not one Harry recognised. Behind the warrior, over-layed by a green tint, were other warriors, these in strange armour, and behind them a floating machine unlike anything Harry had ever seen before. At the bottom of the cover, was a word, in capital letters, that Harry recognised, for McGonagall had said it in reference to the place the aliens had offered them as harbour: 'Craftworlds'

"What is this?" asked Harry

"You may not have heard of it, Harry," said Seamus "But it's called Warhammer, me Da got me into it. This army is one of many in the game world."

"Is this one of those coputer games?" asked Mr Weasley, his eyes sparkling at the mention of muggle artefacts.

"Not a computer game, no," said Seamus. He opened the book, to reveal a diorama of miniature figurines in the likeness of tall human-like creatures, although the un-helmeted ones had pointed ears "It's a miniature strategy battle game. Each player chooses an army, assembles and paints the miniatures that come in that army and then plays a game on miniature terrain boards, using various tactics specific to each army. All army rules are in one of these books called a codex."

"And you think that these-" McGonagall squinted "-Eldar, are the same as the ones we met today?"

"If that's true," said Flitwick "Then Harry, you just performed magic nobody has ever performed before, you breached the barrier between universes."

"What do we do about it, then?" asked McGonagall

"If this truly is the universe of 40k," said Seamus "Their warnings are absolutely justified. There are far worse evils than the Eldar in this universe. We can't ever trust them completely, but their curiosity at our entrance will keep them from killing us for now. We can return to Hogwarts once we have our bearings in this universe. I do suggest putting up any additional concealment spells that can be cast before we leave, however, best we make it as hard to find as possible. They are the lesser of the evils of this universe."