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Chapter 2: The Past Unfolds In the Present

Reincarnation Confusion

Lucius Malfoy considered himself a smart man, cunning and an excellent politician, a shining example of what all Slytherins aspired to become. His talents allowed him to act as his lord's voice in the Wizengamot, politicking his views of a world where wizardkind were brought out of the dark ages and corruption was as near non-existent as they could make it. All magical inclinations would be treated equally; dark, light, or neutral didn't matter. You couldn't control the magical inclination you were born to after all.

Currently, however, he was mentally pinching the bridge of his nose, a headache threatening to blossom as he stood no more than ten meters away from the senile old fool known as Dumbledore and several members of his Order of the Phoenix. Somehow the idiots had managed to learn of the meeting going on today, most likely from one of their own spies with some unmarked supporters in the seedier parts of London.

They had gotten into the meeting undetected, and had cornered Lucius and a handful of his fellows on a shabby looking empty street in the industrial sector of London, with portkeys unavailable and unable to simply apparate themselves away. The Order had managed to set an ambush, having set up ani-apparition and anti-portkey wards in advance.

The damn Order had cornered them right outside the meeting place.

Luckily, their informants had managed to get away, hopefully with their identities remaining anonymous, though only time would tell if that information slipped.

Albus, the old fool, looked far too pleased with himself for Lucius' liking, and Severus could do nothing because of his position as the Spy within the Order.

The Malfoy patriarch and his Lord, as well as his wife Narcissa, Thaddius Nott, Antonin Dolov, and Rudolfus Lestrange would more than likely have to fight their way out of the wards in order to get away.

He almost didn't see the old man fire off the first spell that would begin the battle directly at his Lord. Before either man could raise a shield or dodge the oncoming spell, a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to follow positioned itself between Voldemort and the cutting curse the Headmaster of Hogwarts had cast. Lucius was just able to catch a flash of silver before the curse was casually deflected to the left, slicing deeply into the building it hit.

The unknown figure revealed themselves to be a female in a black cloak, casually holding an elegant silver longsword pointed at the Order, ready for a fight.

The sword's blade shone silver with a midnight blue edge, a crimson jewel embedded in the hilt with winglike protrusions on either side of the jewel.

The Headmaster looked shocked at the unexpected interference, and gave one venomous glare in Voldemort's direction. He decided not to test this unknown element; they had managed to not only intercept but deflect the Headmaster's spell and judging by the depth of the gash in the building that spell had left, it had quite a bit of power behind it.

The Headmaster had definitely been aiming to kill.

Lucius was relieved to have gotten out of that confrontation unscathed for once, since battles between the Order and the Death Eaters could get very ugly, which was why Narcissa, who was a healer, was with them. Of course being a born Black his lovely wife was also an excellent dueler and was more than capable of holding her own in a fight.

While they had expected a confrontation of some sort thanks to Severus's intel, they had not expected the well thought out ambush on the order's part. Ambushes were unusual for the Order, as it was more the Death Eater's style.

He turned his focus back on the present and the cloaked female who seemed to be glaring at the retreating Order, especially the Headmaster beneath her hood.

His Lord had by this time gathered his wits after the mysterious cloaked figure's rather shocking display of superhuman speed.

"Thank you for interfering, Madam. If you had not, this confrontation might have been far more drawn out."The cloaked female merely nodded and sheathed her sword now that the Order had gone, turning towards them and retrieving something from the satchel they could now see she wore.

The female was short, maybe 5 ft. 3 inches at most and was dressed in black leather pants with black knee high leather boots, a charcoal gray long sleeve undershirt under a black vest and black leather gloves that covered her hands and forearms.

On her right forearm glinted a silver armlet with three green colored gems that seemed to have their own inner light inside them. Sheathed at her left side was the elegant sword from earlier, and on her right was a wicked looking hunting knife.

Lucius could just see the handle of a second hunting knife peeking out from behind the now sheathed sword.

They could also see two smaller knives strapped to her thighs and he had no doubt that there were a plethora of other weapons hidden on her person.

It was all wrapped neatly under a black cloak that hid any other identifying features beyond her height and build.

What they didn't know was that beneath the hood, with its frankly ridiculous amount of concealment spells, the woman was also wearing a half-mask with equally as many spells on it should her hood be knocked off. The mask was significantly harder to remove than the hood was.

Voldemort had a calculating glint in his eyes that said he was contemplating a way to get this female on his side. Her stance and the way she moved suggested she was a very well trained fighter.

Having retrieved what she wanted from her satchel she surprised them by tossing it at his Lord who caught it reflexively. Glancing down, he saw that the item was actually a letter of all things. When he looked back up the female was gone, leaving no trace of her having ever been there in the first place. Sharing a glace with his Lord and his fellow Death Eaters that conveyed their utter bewilderment at what just happened, they all apparated away. They had felt the wards that had kept them trapped come down with the retreat of the Order but had remained curious of this new element.

Lucius shook his head as he followed suit. The entire encounter had been oddly surreal and now all he wanted to do was go home and have a glass of wine to de-stress before finishing some of the paperwork that never seemed to end. Then he'd curl up with his wife and go to sleep, leaving his contemplations of the mysterious woman who had aided them for another day.

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As Lucius went about trying to conquer the mountain of paperwork left on his desk, the woman he had just been thinking about was herself pondering the chances of coming across her adoptive parents and their compatriots without meaning to. Though she hadn't actually been adopted into the family. She just thought of these individuals as her parents. Sure she would have tracked them down soon anyway, seeing as she had been elected to deliver the letter she had just given to Lord Slytherin, playing emissary for herself and the other reincarnates, but it still felt rather odd.

She had been on her way home from hunting a Roc traveling through the industrial sector of mundane Lundon and had looked down only to see the encounter between the Death Eaters and Order members.

She had at first been curious and then pissed when she had detected the wards surrounding the area. She knew her parents and the others' strengths but couldn't resist interfering. After all, it was the perfect opportunity to deliver the letter as well as give them a taste of the benefits of having herself and those she associated with as allies.

She wasn't the only one with such strength amongst the reincarnates after all. And that wasn't even getting into their magical strength when combined with their various other skills. It made the reincarnates quite the powerhouses.

She had also been able to get a good read on Lord Slytherin and was pleased with what she saw, although slightly confused that he seemed to have regained his sanity somehow.

She mused on what could have caused his return to sanity for a moment as she made her way towards headquarters, intending to deliver her report on her recent hunt and her encounter with the Death Eaters. Without being able to thoroughly examine him herself she wouldn't be able to truly determine how the Dark Lord did it, though it was also likely it was just a front. Either way she would find out soon enough.

Still, it appeared they would no longer need to return Lord Slytherin's sanity to him so she put that thought aside for later.

She instead turned her mind to the confrontation that she handily shut down. It had been amusing seeing all their reactions to her easily swatting the Headmaster's cutting curse aside like it was a fly rather than a deadly spell.

Although the potency of the spell somewhat impressed her. She knew the Headmaster was powerful, but he rarely ever showed his power as he kept his magical presence suppressed most of the time. It made it difficult to get an accurate read on his power. The cutting curse he had cast carved a two meter gouge into the structure it had been deflected into if she judged correctly.

If it had hit Lord Slytherin as intended it would have sliced him in half, though Lord Slytherin would have probably survived without her interference; he was a master duelist after all, she just hadn't wanted the confrontation to last very long.

What better way to disrupt a confrontation than to throw an unknown into it? She thought with a satisfied smirk. Her plan had worked too, sending the Order into a retreat like a bunch of startled animals.

While she kept an eye on the retreating Order, glaring at the Headmaster's retreating back (how she so wished she could kill him slowly and painfully for what Harry had endured, sadly it was not her place so she had to be content with glaring daggers instead). She was not unaware of the stares she was getting from Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

When the Dark Lord spoke to her, she could see the gleam in his eyes that said he was intrigued by her which made her smirk internally. She knew that every single one of the Death Eaters present, as well as their Lord, had at least an idea of just how dangerous she was just from the skills she had displayed so far, so their wariness and intrigue were to be expected.

Quick as a flash she tossed the letter at the (formerly?) snake-faced old man, and then jumped to the top of the building that had been hit, really showing off the mako enhanced strength if they had actually managed to see her move at all the Haste spell was still in effect after all, and disappeared, chuckling to herself. No doubt there were bewildered expressions on their faces, as she had not used any magic to perform those stunts with the exception of speeding herself up with the strength granted to her as a person enhanced with mako.

Her presence was heavily concealed as well so there was nothing for them to use to track her even if she had used magic that they were familiar with. Even the letter had no traces on it, the TURKS were very thorough and more paranoid than "Mad-Eye Moody" which no doubt would frustrate Lord Slytherin to no end when he finally met them. Of course he could just as easily be amused by their paranoia; it really could go either way.

She had to wonder what Lord Slytherin's reply would be, and was glad she had decided to visit her adoptive family tomorrow. She had planned to stay for the rest of the summer so she could be nearby when he replied and it wouldn't be suspicious either since she had spent most of her summer with her adoptive family since her biological one had perished.

The letter had instructions on how to summon her to deliver the reply. It showed their seriousness that one of them would come personally to hear the reply which was their intention. Draco would have done it if Blaze hadn't vetoed that idea and Harry didn't want to do it because of Severus. And Neville despite being a noble wasn't suited to being a diplomat which left her.

Whatever Voldemort decided, it was sure to be interesting, that was for certain.

And she couldn't wait.

Things had been really boring the past few years since they all had awoken, what with having to hide in plain sight and not arouse suspicion from anyone.

Then they had to build up their strength both physically and mentally, hiding in the shadows so when they made their move to overthrow the old meddler there would be very little chance of failure.

Said old meddler couldn't stop or hinder what he didn't know about.

No, she thought with a vicious smirk on her face as headquarters came into sight.

The time for hiding was over, the war for the Planet was about to begin and the Headmaster and his allies were ill prepared for the storm that was coming.

After all, the Planet's champions had not failed her before and they would not fail her now when they were needed once more.

The Headmaster's time in power was coming to an end and the best part was that he didn't even know it…

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Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin, Lord of the Most Ancient and Imperial House of Slytherin, was both puzzled and intrigued by the events of this night.

It wasn't often that anyone was either stupid enough or brave enough to interfere in confrontations between his Death Eaters and anyone, much less the Order, and yet someone had done just that. It had appeared effortless on her part too.

He had given a reluctant mental nod of respect for the feat. Not just anyone could deflect a spell of the strength the Headmaster had shot off with such ease. Then there had been the speed at which she had traveled to come between him and the Headmaster's overpowered cutting curse; even a vampire, one of the fastest creatures in the Wizarding world would have been hard pressed to match it. Her physical appearance also spoke of how dangerous she was, dressed in black and gray, with the only hints of color being her sword and the armlet she wore.

He was almost certain she wasn't human because a human could not have the kind of speed she displayed without going through many rituals, and even then a human still probably wouldn't have been able to match that speed. He should know because he had undergone such rituals himself, and he knew she outclassed him in sheer speed. As much as it wounded his pride to admit it.

As quickly as she had come to his aid, she had disappeared just as quickly. He hadn't even seen her move, leaving only the letter she had tossed at him as she departed to mark she had been there at all.

And wasn't that even more intriguing than her display of super-human speed, the fact that he hadn't been able to sense her at all either prior to her arriving or during their brief interaction.

It was like she was an intangible phantom rather than a physical being of flesh and blood. In any event she had left him a mystery to solve and he did so love solving mysteries. He would begin with reading the letter, as he had already determined that there was no malicious magic on it.

It was encased in a plain cream envelope with no name, or any other identifier as to who the sender was aside from an unfamiliar seal on the front.

Unbeknownst to him, the seal was the old symbol for the Shinra Electric Power Company.

Breaking the wax seal, he unfolded the parchment inside and began to read.

With every line he grew more and more intrigued, and by the end he was outright laughing. The writer certainly knew how to get his attention, and he would be sure to use the directions provided to summon the representative the letter spoke of.

Perhaps tomorrow, as for now he decided to retire to bed, plotting how he would conduct the meeting with this Elentiya Oakwald.

As he drifted off to sleep, he idly wondered if the summonee would be the woman who had delivered the letter or if it would be someone entirely new.

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Draco Malfoy, formerly Rufus Shinra president of the Shinra Electric Power Company, sat in his office in Headquarters which was actually the Shinra family's Manor. Though it was called a manor, its outward appearance more closely resembled a small castle.

The Manor had been transformed into a base for the reincarnates. Contemplating the report he had just been given, the first part was nothing new. A monster, a Roc this time, had been found and eliminated before it could cause too much trouble for anyone magicals or mundane alike. Any loot or items it had dropped had been collected and then added to their stores.

No, the interesting bit had been the part which detailed Aurora's encounter with the Order and the Death Eaters. The Order had broken from their normal patterns of attack against the Death Eaters by setting a trap.

The usual sequence of events was thus: the Death Eaters make a predetermined strike, the Order arrives late after they had nearly completed their goal, there is some sort of confrontation that usually leaves the Order far worse off than the Death Eaters and the Death Eaters escape rarely having any major wounds or losing any members to capture or death. Meanwhile the Order is left to lick its wounds since they refuse to use much force when fighting the Death Eaters.

Seriously, they use basic stunners on their opponent making it very easy to revive any of the Death Eaters felled by them.

When you fight an opponent you consider an enemy, you should take them out in such a way that they won't get back up seconds later to continue fighting thanks to their comrades reviving them.

Now Draco wasn't saying one should outright kill their opponent(s), but one shouldn't give them the chance to continue to cause you and your allies harm either. Put them down hard and fast so that the battle ends quicker and with as few casualties as possible.

This news that the Order had changed tactics was slightly worrying; they would have to step up their surveillance on the Order through the summer and into the next school year as a precaution. They couldn't have the Order or the old meddler interfering now that they were so close to getting rid of the twinkly-eyed old codger permanently.

They needed the old man out of the way in order to bring the Wizarding world into the modern age, whether they liked it or not, and they knew Dumbledore would fight them every step of the way, so he had to be eliminated.

It was only a matter of time before the mundane found them, whether because of their advanced technology picking up magical activity faster than the Ministry could respond, or because of them asking questions about the monsters that suddenly started appearing and terrorizing the populace.

The physically teenaged blonde winced mentally at the only real unfavorable consequence of them being reborn. Their rebirth had also brought back the monsters that had once plagued Midgar; though it was localized to the British Isles for now.

They had so far been able to take care of monsters that appeared before anyone else even knew they were there, but the status quo would change eventually and despite how backwards they were the Wizarding World would likely find out out about the monsters first, and then go looking for answers thinking themselves superior and end up very, very dead for their trouble.

Monsters were a different can of worms compared to the magical creatures that the Wizarding World was used to dealing with. While the lower class monsters could be dealt with by Wizards easily enough, the mid class were beyond most Wizards' ability to handle alone unless they were in a decently sized group. The high class monsters like Behemoth Kings and Dragons (which weren't your typical Welsh Green or Hungarian Horntail) would make mince meat of Wizards.

Thankfully none of the high tier monsters had reared their ugly heads yet but it was only a matter of time until they did, and there was no telling if they would start showing up in other parts of the world or would remain localized like they were now.

This led to the problem of the Wizarding World being so far behind the times that it wasn't even funny. Most Wizards didn't know what electricity was, much less how to use it or how it was produced. Heck most Purebloods were completely unaware of the danger posed by Mundane machinery, safe behind their wards they had been unaffected by such things as the Blitz.

First though, they had to systematically destroy the opposition to modernization, and to do that they needed Dumbledore gone since he was the figurehead and brains behind most of the "Light's plans".

They also needed to get rid of the mundane's knowledge of their more devastating weapons so that when the Wizarding world was revealed it wouldn't be outright genocide if the mundane reacted poorly.

They were not going to eradicate the centuries worth of traditions and culture that the Wizarding world had built up to do so however. The magical traditions and practices were important to the health of magic. They were simply going to make sure all magicals, Muggleborn or Pureblood, knew the traditions and why they were important and bring them back into practice.

They hoped to show the Muggleborns that the Pagan traditions, as they were intended, were not in any way satanic as the Christian Church proclaimed they were. Most of them just gave thanks to mother magic and gave back to her for the gift of magic that she had given them.

The first order of business would be to whittle down the Headmaster's support base by airing his dirty laundry out for all to see, and the Headmaster had some surprising secrets in his past.

All they had to do was let the different forms of media spread the truth and the public would do the rest for them. Then they had to remove him from his political positions and roles.

The first to go, if they had their way, would be his role as Headmaster of Hogwarts which was the most dangerous of his positions. As Headmaster he had control of what the children were taught and three generations of magicals had grown up believing he was the second coming of Merlin.

They didn't question his word and those that saw through the grandfather facade that he put on were ostracized because of it.

With all the political clout the Headmaster wielded, most of them stayed silent having barely enough influence and skill to make sure their family didn't fall prey to his mechinations.

The Headmaster himself wasn't a bad person, he was just blinded by his own beliefs and too stubborn to see the harm he was doing. It was his way or the highway with no room for compromise.

Next to go would be his position as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and with all the political clout they possessed as well as the clout of Lord Slytherin and those loyal to him (if they managed to get him on board).

They would have no trouble at all pushing Dumbledore out of the Wizengamot. And if things went to plan they would also have Fudge out of office and someone far more competent in his place shortly thereafter.

Finally, they would have ousted Albus out of his position as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, though they were still slightly hazy about how to do that as they didn't have enough information.

Hopefully they'd start an alliance with Lord Slytherin, and together they would be able to come up with a solution with their combined knowledge.

One thing was for certain, things were moving very swiftly now. One false move and all the hard work they had been building upon for the last two years would be for naught and they could not afford to let that happen.

Coming out of his contemplations of Aurora's report, Draco looked to his sister in all but blood. In a serious tone of voice, he said "Keep me updated on the situation with the Dark Lord. What happens on that front will have a great impact on how we set our current plans into motion in the coming months and beyond."

She nodded in acquiescence, before turning and striding from the room, likely going to see if everything was in order for her to move into Malfoy Manor for the rest of the summer as she usually did.

He found it funny how she spent more time at his home than her own before they had regained their memories of their previous lives, thanks to the Dementors in their third year.

Which reminded him, he would have to see how the solution for eradicating the Dementors was coming along since both Luna and Aurora had said that the Planet really didn't like the foul creatures, not that Draco could blame the Planet for that.

He turned back to the paperwork that littered his desk, the amount never seeming to end, oddly mirroring his father who was doing the same thing back home in his own office. The blonde mentally groaned in annoyance as he came across a report written by Fred that was hardly legible. He swore the mischievous git did it on purpose to annoy him.

This was going to take awhile.

He sighed and prepared for a long night that would likely end with him sleeping at his desk and ending up with a nice crick in his neck or downing a very strong cup of coffee in order to stay awake tomorrow.

And he really didn't want to miss the chaos that was sure to occur tomorrow. He was nervous and excited for the inevitable meeting between the Lord Slytherin and Aurora, posing as her previous self.

He smirked, chuckling lightly to himself at the curveball they were about to throw the Dark Lord's way.

End Chapter

Next Chapter: Aurora arrives at Malfoy Manor and the meeting between the Dark Lord and his Inner Circle commences.