An: I'm going to say right up front this will be a polyamorous fanfic with male on male and two males on female and sole male on female. Eventually. Also, because of what this is a spin off of, the mc looks decidedly alien like. This is a crossover with multiple fandoms but will feature mostly Harry Potter and WoW . Just read the tags. When I say multi-fandom, I mean it. This was originally written as a sequel, but I've grown too impatient and will instead finish the first story as if it were a prequel written second. Later.

Cassiopeia Black was watching the creation of instantaneous travel and she to admit, she was feeling bored. Hermione Granger shuffled awkwardly around the space in Cassie's back yard, heavily pregnant by this point. Dr. Strange floated around, the both of them circling their nearly completed device. Next to her, Ronald Weasley hovered anxiously, unsure of what he could possibly do to assist his genius wife and the skilled mystic arts wielder. He occasionally offered her orange slices, but Cassie got the idea he'd much rather Hermione be resting. They were seated together at a table about eight feet from the large, circular structure. It was made up of metal that glimmered with all colors; vibranium with all sorts of attached enchantments.

She leaned, arching her back against the picnic table as she cast her magenta gaze up at the sky. "Cassie, can you hand me the extra vibranium?" Hermione called, having noted a weak spot in the various enchantments that were weaved together. Cassie stood and stretched, her long gray limbs cracking from lack of recent movement. She was tired from lazing in the sun, and this was what she would later tell herself had been the problem. She picked up a cube of metal that had been waiting nearby in case it became necessary and began to approach Hermione from where she stood at the base of the massive circle.

Like she always did, Cassie hesitated and stopped before she got within five feet of the massive ring. Prickles ran along her skin like a primal warning and a low growl tried to rise in her throat. She fought back against it, meeting Hermione's eyes. "I don't want to get closer. I think it's a very useful idea potentially, but it makes me...prickle."

"I assure you it's fine." Dr. Strange floated back around to the front, studying her with his arms crossed as he hovered at the top of the ring, nearly ten feet above both women. "I've been over and over it, and so has your grandpa Tony, which should be enough for you."

Cassie swallowed every animal instinct she had and stepped within touching range of what would become an instantaneous travel point across the stars. "Here." She gave Hermione the cube and was stepping away when her skin made contact with the ring itself. She tried to pull away and found...she was stuck. "Um...help?"

But Dr. Strange was preoccupied getting Hermione back. It was Ronald who stepped closer and tried to peel her hand from the ring. "Ron, get back." A tone of warning was entering Dr. Strange's voice.

"I can't. She's really stuck." He began to tug harder, and Cassie yelped in pain.

"Stop! That really hurts!" Cassie looked up at the ring itself and her animal instincts came back full force. She turned, fully ready to begin gnawing her own arm off when she saw the energy collected in the center of the metallic hoop. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The metal touching her was beginning to get unbearably hot. "Burns. Help!" The light filling the back yard grew brighter and brighter until Cassie could see no more. Soon enough after, she could also feel no more. Her screams were suddenly cut off as the consciousness left her.

x

Mathias Shaw was preparing to take his team and scout the Broken Shores when a new report came in from an Old Town source. She was the nervous type, this farmer and by the looks of her had good reason to be so. She was covered nearly head to toe in mud and blood when she was brought before him. "I...I was in Darkshire m-making a trade and picking up information about the Duskwood region to feed back to the SI-7 like you hired me to. There was a loud noise from the woods and it only seemed to get louder. A crash and then roaring, tearing. Then more voices joined in the roaring. And...and t-then..."

She struggled to get her words out. He waited. One didn't come to lead several bands of elite spies without learning a nigh infinite sense of patience. "This thing came out of the trees and started attacking...attacking everything and everyone." Her voice struggled under the weight of tears and trauma. Whatever this spy had witnessed had nearly broken her psyche. Eventually she gathered her courage enough to continue. "She led them. She led the feral worgens. There were so many..."

Mathias waited, pushing water across the table to the woman and some food too. She didn't touch it, or even acknowledge it. "At first we thought she was a worgen too, but then she got close and she jumped on the guy next to me. It was a young woman. She had this gray skin and...and pink eyes. These stubby orange and yellow horns between wolfish ears...She ran on all fours, just like the rest of them. It...actually looked more natural for her than them. Strange I know." Mathias' informant chuckled without humor. "The man I was dealing with...She ripped his throat out in seconds, then started...eating him. I ran and ran and ran. I did all I could."

Mathias' spy instincts were tingling so he worded it carefully in his head before voicing his thoughts. "If you ran from the carnage how did you get covered in blood?"

The spy wrung her hands. "One of them bit me. It wasn't her. I'd be dead. Not a one she grabbed lived. It's...it's my blood. I came to report first and after this, I'm going to turn myself in. For the treatment, if it'll work."

"Very well. Go do that." After she had left, Mathias spoke to the shadows behind his desk. "Reznik, get word to the king through our usual channels. I think myself and a few others need to make a detour from investigating whatever is going on at the Broken Shores." The shadows moved almost silently as his second in command went to do as he was told. Mathias stood and went to a chest in the corner where he stored his very best weapons, kept sharp between his important missions. He threw the lid open and prepared himself for whatever he might find in Darkshire.