Hello again.

Now begins the new Hogwarts year, with whatever Teresa in particular may have in store for it...plus a bit more.

Don't own Harry Potter

In the Deep

Teresa's impact was a bit more wide-spread than they expected when they returned to Hogwarts.

AKA, Jasmine and her friends (who were informed about Teresa) was confused when, upon reaching the train, a good number of students were pretty eager to help her and her friends.

Stowing their luggage (what they did have), escorting, getting snacks...

At the very least, Jasmine and Moony were pretty sure Teresa had something to do with it, as a number of the 'help' were either spelled or traumatized.

...meh.

They were being 'nice' enough, so she sees no real reason to do anything about it (she wasn't all right in the head, so that didn't help her case).

Hermione, though, had no such compunctions, once they were in a private compartment. "Teresa did something, didn't she, Jasmine?"

Jasmine shrugged, not really denying it. "Looks like it, but is it being a problem?"

"Well...not...entirely...but that's not the point!" Hermione responded, puffing some, "The very idea of controlling another being isn't right!"

"They were spelled to be nicer to us, not to obey us." Jasmine told her with a sweatdrop and a bite of a chocolate cake.

Hermione huffed, not quite caring about the semantics at the moment.

At least until Luna asked her "But what if a race actually needs it to survive?"

That got her to think about it, especially when Jasmine asked "House elves?"

Draco and Ginny blinked as Luna nodded. "Most don't consider them enough to care, but they need to be tied to a magical family or 'household' like Hogwarts in order to survive, with the best being treated decently by said bonded group. So yes, Draco, Dobby would be a lot stronger and more inclined to listen if you treated him as an equal. You've gotten better, yes, but you're not quite there yet."

Draco actually paled some at that. "Just how strong are those little buggers?! Dobby can already snap boulders to the coastline!"

Luna and Jasmine giggled at that while Ginny and Hermione gaped.

"Draco, witches and wizards all too easily dismiss the idea that anything else than they are strong." Luna said after calming down, "And with house elves being more or less made of concentrated magic, their greatest strength is their bond to a caring family."

Jasmine smiled fondly as Hermione started asking Luna about house elves, absentmindedly humming her usual upon noticing water pass by.

While Susan and Hannah couldn't join them for the trip, they still stopped by temporarily, spending the trip with Neville.

She didn't expect to feel tired after the two Hufflepuffs left, let alone what she 'woke up to' when she fell asleep...

Metal, stones, and lights, at the bottom of the ocean.

She knew the difference between a lake and an ocean, especially since even the English Channel was nowhere near this dark at the bottom.

But still, an entire city?

The silk bed she was on was nice, but she couldn't say the same for the state of the place.

It was a mess, yet it felt...asleep, instead.

Just where was she?

It started becoming scary when she found some form of barrier around the bed, but at least no one...

Scratch that. Someone was coming.

She saw a person wearing a strange mask with glowing eyes look at her just as she felt herself wake up.

"...mine? Jasmine?"

Jasmine blinked away what remained of her strange fatigue. "Mmh? Hermione?"

"We're nearly there."

Jasmine stretched as she wondered just what that was all about.

Was it just a random dream? Was there actually something down that far?

And just what was her connection to it all?

As the Sorting and the Welcoming Feast were underway, she tried to ask Moony if he knew anything.

All she got was "Ask after another dream."

...Did he know something?

It didn't exactly help that occasionally, while on the way to the dorm, she thought she saw some things from the...whatever it was.

Particularly the masked person.

Hermione was the one who asked something after getting to their door in the dorm. "Everything okay, Jasmine?"

"Yeah, I just...dreamt something confusing on the way here, and Moony isn't being helpful right now."

Hermione gave a slight look towards the doll before saying "Well, don't try and figure it out by yourself. You got your parents and us to count on."

Jasmine gave her a smile and a hug, content in knowing she had support...at least until that night...

She was back in...wherever it was.

And the barrier around the bed was gone. Could she be expected to move around?

She held Moony close as she slowly got up from the bed, not feeling up to sticking around.

At least her powers were still available...possibly.

At she walked, she found her anxiety slowly turning into weariness as while there wasn't much light, nothing really seemed to say 'scary' to her.

Then again, it still seemed asleep, like last time.

Alongside that, the ocean view was quite pleasant.

"Whoa." she said as a particular pretty school of glowing fish passed by a glass tunnel, only to recoil in shock when a... "...a person?"

Sure enough, people were out in the water, and they were doing just fine.

Just where was she?

She pressed on, eventually finding herself in a pretty big room with a lone chair on a raised floor.

She looked around in curious awe, at least until Moony nudged her to the chair, where the man from last time came into view.

Jasmine held Moony tight, ready to run, as the man bowed to her and said in a strange language that she somehow could understand. "Welcome, Princess."

"...PRINCESS?!" she was suddenly awake in the warehouse, startling her parents.

"Jasmine? Sweetie?" Lily asked, wondering just what caused such a startling wake-up.

Jasmine hugged Moony and Lily close as she answered. "I...I was in some city at the bottom of the ocean. People were in the water, and just fine. And some guy in a mask called me 'Princess.'"

The adults looked at each other before Lily asked "Mind giving some details, like what the mask looked like?"

Just what was happening to their girl?

XXTeresaXX

Teresa giggled as she hitchhiked in Jasmine's dreams, certainly surprised by what she found. "A Princess, huh? And of the legendary Atlantis to boot? To think that you would be something like this, Jasmine."

She then frowned some as she thought about it, clenching her fists. "They better not get in my way."

Even if Jasmine was a Princess, Teresa would fight them too, feeling...

Honestly, she didn't really know what she felt, as at times it was just her and Jasmine, and other times Draco, Hermione, or anyone was 'involved,' usually serving her and Jasmine.

Even Jasmine's parents and her old self.

Admittedly, the general subject was a mess with her, but she knew one thing: she, or rather Tom Riddle, once had a potion-induced vision of the Potter Heiress during the initial time as Teresa, and she kept it with her when she had went into the diary.

A vision of Jasmine in a wedding dress.

She had no idea just who Jasmine was marrying, but certainly wouldn't mind if it was her.

"First things first, though." Teresa glanced at the ocean from her abandoned lighthouse hideaway, "Measures to handle Atlantis, should they try and take Jasmine away from me as well, and figure out just what Dumbledore truly wants with her."

She heard some muffled cries from the main building, getting her attention. "Looks like my latest acquisition is awake."

She walked in to a struggling and gagged man tied to a chair, clearly having spent too long in the wild.

A simple look cause him and the chair to spin on one leg at blurring speeds, just for long enough to get his attention.

"You knew the woods, Greyback, I'll give you that." Teresa calmly said, "But I do have a bit of a bone to pick with you, particularly after what I heard when I found you."

The man glared at her, but Teresa was unfazed. Pretty lame glare, in her opinion.

"And to think, you're what passes for the epitome of werewolf savagery around here." she shook her head before ready a backhand, "Pathetic."

The slap had enough force to not only break his jaw, but break the chair when it crashed into a wall.

And even though the gag disappeared, the ropes that were tying him still held strong.

Not to mention her leg when she 'gently' shoved her foot into his chest with a dark grin on her face.

"Even so, I think I can find use for you." Greyback felt something overtake his body and mind, "I daresay Moony could use a 'friend.'"

She looked on in satisfaction as Greyback slowly and painfully turned into a full-fledged wolf...a female one...that nuzzled up to Teresa in 'abject' submission.

"Even wolves can get lonely, after all, Frey." Teresa let a soft laugh echo out into the night as a picture of Greyback's face was added to a wall with a number of similar others to it, "Maybe Jasmine would like one of her own, at least on occasion, though that could just be me. Well, on to the next Death Eater."

A storm was brewing in England, and not just the one that was coming in from the sea.

Yep, Teresa's picking out the Death Eaters, starting with the lower levels that wouldn't be so easily noticed. As for Greyback, well, she did acknowledge that her mind wasn't the best, and she does think Moony would like a wolf of his own. She changed his soul as well, so Greyback no longer truly exists (at least as far as Moony and Jasmine would be able to find).

It will only be a matter of time before word gets to Hogwarts, though.

As for the dream sequences, about time I start the main story that does not involve Voldemort (though most of the whole thing is still up in the air). I will admit, he won't be as much of an issue in comparison in the long run.

Until next time. Please let me know what you think.