After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

Author's Note: I hope I'm making the chapters long enough. Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!

December 21st
Renegade's HQ

"For Merlin's sake, can't this woman take a break?" Lucinda asked disgustedly as she read the front page of the American Wizarding News.

"How many dead?"

"200. This one had a lot of patients. One part of the hospital was a ward for the criminally insane as Muggles have called them. About 100 patients, 30 doctors, 10 MMIA Agents...."

"I get the picture."

"Nasty. I heard it was even worse than the other hospital she hit."

"How nasty?"

"Heads on pikes near the entrance. I think there was a witness. Potter isn't saying anything. Unless you count words unfit for print saying something."

"Just what we need. It's just days from Christmas and we have to spend our holidays wondering who she's going to strike next. Better Potter was truly unhappy."

Lucinda threw the paper down on the table. Another Renegade grabbed and read the article soundlessly while the others in the room were discussing once again what to do next. Sascha had struck again. And she was getting even more violent. Or at least her 'Animals' were.

"Hey there's some good news in this!" the one that was reading, Mary, exclaimed. "An Animal was killed during the battle and it's body was taken to the MMIA morgue for identifying."

"It?"

"I guess the reporter wasn't told if the Animal was male or female."
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Malfoy's Home-

Damien whistled. "Damn."

"Damien..."

"Sorry Ma. Did you read the paper?"

"Yes."

"I take it Harry's not happy?"

"Not really. I think that would be an understatement."

"Where's Dad?"

"With the Renegades."

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England-
London

"Aunt Severa. What a pleasure."

"Shut up. We need to talk."

"Do we? I thought the whole parental role you took on was over once I was 18."

"I'm not here to lecture. You saw the paper today I take it?"

A sneer. "Of course."

"You need to contact your mother."

"Like hell,"Rivera snarled.

"Rivera. This is important. She's a Companion to the Queen of the Vampires for crying out loud. We need the Queen to help."

"I'm sure the Queen will come to her own decision. She doesn't need any influence on her part."

"Rivera."

"I'm NOT going to see my mother. You can."

A snort. "And then get killed. Your mother isn't too fond of the Snapes."

"She has good reason."

Silence.

"I suppose you're right."
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Hogwarts

"Isabella?"

"Yes Headmistress?"

"Come now. No need for formalities."

A smile. "What do you need?"

"Has the King or Queen made any decisions yet?"

"Not to my knowledge. They will get involved if they see a need."

"I thought they would do whatever Potter requested."

"It's true that they are in a life-debt to Potter. But they decide what to help Potter with."

"I see."

"They probably will. Especially if Sascha attacks our kind."

"I hope so."

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On An Island Off The New England Coast

"I can't fucking believe this!"

Fox ducked as a large book was aimed at him. Leopard was on the floor, recovering from a bout of the torture curse. Twenty minutes under that can do serious damage.

"My Lady, we did dispatch the agent that killed Hawk." Fox gasped out, as a book hit him in midsection."

The Lady was pissed. When informed of Hawk's death, she killed the messenger, Wolf, and then casted Crucio on Fox,Leopard, and several others. And when she was informed that another witness survived, instead of dying after telling the agents who they saw when The Lady pulled back her hood, she killed that messenger too. Eagle was now dead.

"I have now lost three!"She shrieked in outrage. No one dared to point out that she killed two out of three she lost. They didn't want to be number four.

"My Lady..."

"Oh shut the fuck up Fox. You failed again. You told me that Angel would be at that hospital. But what do I fucking find? Another goddamn decoy. A fucking decoy again!"

"My Lady...If I can explain..."

That just seemed to set her off more and Fox fell to the ground withering in pain as she casted Crucio on him again.

"No! You can't explain shit! Your resources are shit! Your reliable informants are shit! What do I have to fucking do to get something done right!" With a lift of her hand, she threw Fox against the wall. She then turned to Leopard.

"And you! You're in the perfect position to do some actuall killing. But you haven't done shit either! What the hell is wrong with you? The very person who killed your wife is there and you haven't killed him either!"

"My Lady...it's just that..."

"No excuses! I don't need excuses! I need some fucking action! I need people to be willing to do what they have wanted to do! I need to get that fucking Amulet away from Allesandra Quartermaine and I can't do it without Angel!"

"My Lady...Potter obviously thought ahead on how to hide Angel. He probably has several other decoys in several hospitals. And we don't even know what hospital she could even be in. She could be in another country."

"Then I suggest you find out. Your life depends on that knowledge."

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Vampire Island


"We need to gather."

"Where?"

"In Salem."

"Salem?

"Yes. Tell the leaders."

"My Queen?"

"What?"

"Why the urgency? What are we gathering for?"

"You have read what has been happening in the world of Magic?"

"Yes my Queen. But I am sure that Potter and the others can handle it."

"I'm sure he can. But he needs help. Send word to Isadora Malfoy. She's in Salem. She needs to prepare for us. Tell every leader of every clan to come. We gather the night before Christmas Eve."

"Yes my Queen."

"Oh and Chantelle?"

"Yes?"

"Inform Dumbledore that we will need Isabella. She will have to find someone else to teach."

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Blood Red Moon Tribe of Lychans

"Alpha Ronis? You summoned me?"

"Yes. We are going to Salem."

"Salem Alpha?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No Alpha. I just don't..."

"The Alpha's are gathering in Salem. To discuss what we can do to help Potter. These atrocities can not go on any longer."

"I take it Allesandra has sent word for the help of all the Lychans?"

"Yes. She has also informed the King and Queen of the Vampires to have all the Clans gather. She thinks this...Sascha...wants a war. Potter needs our help. Send word out to the Alpha's. We must meet."

"When Alpha?"

"The night before Christmas Eve."

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MMIA Morgue

"I don't know who she is."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know who she is?"

"I mean I don't recognize her Taylor."

"Unacceptable."

"Then fuck off."

"Nice professionalism."

"I don't give a shit."

"Your language doesn't change the fact that this is unacceptable."

"Maybe to you. Not every witch or wizard in the world is listen on the AWC Core List or the MMIA WOW List. We won't know definitely until we match her to any of the databases."

"Then do it."

"Fuck you Director. This type of shit takes time and I got 200 other bodies to check over. So you can wait. Waiting is a virtue I've been told."


"Also patience,"Harry interrupted,coming into the sterile morgue. Taylor and the ME were glaring at each other and Harry rightly assumed he came at a good time. Dr. Kallen and the Director never did get along. Put them in a room, and in five minutes they'll be at each other like cats and dogs.

"Hermione's got Catalina and three other's pulling databases, trying to match her face. And right now everyone's waiting for the witness to wake."

"Fine. Want to take a look at her? See if you recognize her Harry?" Taylor offered.

Harry grimaced. He had enough of dead people. The war and now this. And St. Louchard's severely tested his limits. He actually had to leave to retch in privacy. But he had to see her, just to make sure.

"Nothing serious happened to her," Dr Kallen said gently, knowing full well what dilemma Harry was wrestling with.

"I think you can count having Avada Kedavra casted on you somewhat serious Doctor."

"At least we're lucky we have someone. Count your fucking stars that Agent Victor Trace was able to cast it before getting his head severed."

"Show me."

Dr Kallen nodded and Harry followed her over to a raised table. She pulled the sheet down enough to reveal her face and shoulders.

"I couldn't find any marks whatsoever. But she had a tattoo of a hawk on her shoulder."

Harry nodded and he took note of her features. Damn. Very pretty. White blonde hair, pale skin.She also looked oddly familiar. Her eyes were open and they were the color of a light brown...as light as a hawk's eyes.

"Well I'm assuming her alias is Hawk. Her eyes are the same color as a hawk's. Sort of creepy really."

"I got a match!" Catalina burst into the room yelling. "I got a match! She was registered in the French Database. "

Harry spun away from the dead woman to meet Catalina. She looked bloody jubilent. He had a feeling he wouldn't like the little piece of news.

"Well then? Who is she?"

"Gabrielle Delacour."

Harry stared at her. "You've got to be fucking joking."

"Harry!" Hermione yelled out as the doors slamm open against the wall. "We have another attack!"

Taylor groaned.

"Where?"

"Salem's Market."

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Salem's Market

"Shit!"

"Lucinda!"

"Cast the barrier spells Severa!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Sascha and her Animals are attacking!"

BOOM!

"What the hell was that?"

"A fireball."

"Damn it! Lucinda you do better barrier spells than I do."

BOOM!

Lucinda flattened herself against a wall as another fireball went flying bye. People were running, scattering to the four winds. Yells and shouts were to be heard as flashes of different colored lights were being traded.

"Merlin! I answer my aunt's call for 5 minutes and what happens when I leave?" Severa snapped as she ran across the lab. "Fucking chaos." She cocks her head. "Ah I hear some of the Renegades."

"Not surprising." Lucinda griped. "They were meeting in the basement of one of the Wild's shop's when this started." She paused and paled. "Oh shit Draco."

Severa whipped around. "He's out there with them?"
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"Damn it Harry! Don't--" Hermione started to protest but it was falling on deaf ears as Harry and fifteen Elite's Apparated to the Market. A quick recall had brought Ron and several others to the front and they were determined to head Sascha off at the pass. This would be the first time that the Elite(what the agents in Harry's sect were called) would be able to fight one on one with Sascha.

"Already gone?" Taylor came into the room, his right hand gripping a piece of paper.

"Yes. What is it?"

"I just got word from St. Errina's."

Hermione suddenly didn't want to know what the staff at St Errina's had to say. But she asked. "What?"

"It's Angel." Taylor closed his eyes. "She knocked out five orderlies, found her way into the Confiscated Room, took her wand and protection medallion and fled the facility."

"Crap."

"The Healers have reported her having more and more nightmares. And she had just woken up from one when the attack at the Market started."
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"Malicia?"

Malicia looked down from the ladder she was perched on. She had invaded her mother's library looking for one of her mother's journals. She wanted a specific one....but sometimes they were hard to find.

"Yes? What is it?"

The woman, one of her mother's tenders, shifted from one foot to another. "I just received word of an attack on Salem's Market."She said quietly. "Your mother has already left."

Mali's hand paused in the act of reaching for a book. "She has?"

The woman nodded. "And Harry has taken some of the Elite's with him to help the Renegades."

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Harry winced as a flash of red light went jetting past him. Salem's Market was in chaos. Pure and utter chaos. The Muggles were running, screaming, while every witch or wizard with a wand were fighting. Harry recognized a lot of Renegades and could of sworn he saw of a flash of familiar grey eyes and pale blonde hair.

Harry turned to the Elite agents. "Protect yourselves."He said gruffly. "And make sure if you end up going down, take one of the bastards down with you.

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Sascha watched in the shadows between two shops as her Animals did what they did best. Destroy. She smiled as Muggles ran into a shop, two of them being killed before a couple Renegades has jumped in. She had been impulsive this time. Out of anger and recklessness, two things she hadn't felt in a long time, she had ordered an attack that would gain quick attention. Especially Potter's.

She pulled the confines of her robe tighter. A feeling of potent power ran through her and she knew. Allesandra AND Harry were here. Allesandra would be harder to see, able to cloak her movements with the Amulet. Harry would be easy to find. During the war he was in the midst of every battle. He would be in the midst of this now. Some things never changed, no matter how many years went by.

A flash of green light hit a Renegade and she fell. Dead. Well that's one down. How many more would her Animals be able to take? How long would it take to destroy this little Magic and Muggle gathering?

Harry came out of nowhere, just a mere fifteen feet away and stunned two of her men. Another two appeared a few feet away and he flattened himself to the ground as two green lights shot past him. He rolled away and casted an impressive shield charm as more spells, hexes and curses were casted.

Two more Elite's popped up next to him and her other two men were taken out. "Fuck, "She swore. Four down already. Not good. She had to make way into the street. She had to face Harry. But she had do it her way.

Concentrating quickly, she schooled her features, knowing exactly who she looked liked. Harry wouldn't recognize who she was...but if Allesandra appeared, she hoped she would shock the woman enough to grab the Amulet. Allesandra never did well when being forced to remember her past. Too many memories. Well she'd soon take care of that. Hell, the woman ought to thank her. Living for 5,000 years, in a constant state of battle, anyone would tire of it.

Stepping out into the street, someone got blasted next to her feet. One of her women. Another one dead. Fucking christ. Sascha bent down and picked up the long sword, only to straighten and have a certain blonde point his wand at her.

"Malfoy,"She greeted.

Draco Malfoy stared at hooded woman, now holding a bloody sword. Potter was behind him, fighting off three Animals. Draco had just blasted another Animal into unconsciousness when he spotted the hooded woman making her way towards Potter. No way was she going to kill him while he still had a debt to follow through with. Maybe this would settle the score.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked with a smirk.

The sword was lifted and the woman pointed it at him, the deadly part just inches from him. "Oh I planned on killing Potter. Would you mind getting out of my way? I really hate to kill another Malfoy. Killing two of them personally was enough of an experience for me."

Draco didn't know what happened after that. All he could remember was getting ready to cast the Killing Curse when he felt a sharp pain in his midsection. Faintly hearing a clatter, indicating he dropped his wand, he looked down to see the sword...now in his abdomen.

"Fucking....bitch....."He gasped out before falling to his knees. He moaned in pain as the hooded woman placed a hand on his shoulder and yanked the sword out. Blood was beginning to spill and he dimly heard Potter shout his name.

"Yes I am. And it appears I am also going to kill you, young Malfoy. And to think, I thought you would be harder to kill."

Sascha raised the sword, intending to cut the head of Draco Malfoy off when she felt a bolt of electricity strike her in the chest, causing to her to fall backwards.

Harry stared as Allesandra's form began to take shape. When her body came into full form, she bent down to Draco and placed a hand on his shoulder. With a slight pop he disappeared. And then she bent back up, her back to Sascha as she looked at Harry.

Fury. The old witch was furious. Her town was being attacked. Harry could see it in the black eyes. The Amulet indicated it as well, but the power flowing from her was a sure sign as well. Especially when a firebolt burst out of her hands and consumed a Animal that was about to stab Harry in the back.

Harry jumped out of the way. Shit. "Thanks," he muttered.

"I don't think my daughter would appreciate being a widow," was the comment as she turned to face the hooded woman who was now standing, the sword that she once had was now ash. Harry came to stand next to Allesandra.

"Sascha?"

A harsh laugh. "Right old woman."

"Old woman?" A raised eyebrow. "True. But it was this old woman that knocked you on your ass."

"Should of let me killed the insolent brat,"the woman spat out.

"You're in my territory now. I don't let just anybody be killed by a Dark Witch harboring a death wish."

"Death wish? Are you indicating I should be afraid of you Allesandra Quartermaine of the Taltos and Quartermaine blood?" Another harsh laugh. "Maybe a couple decades ago. But your little union with that half blooded brat," a long pale finger, with a silver ring wrapped around it pointed to Harry, "has sort of....lessened the fear most have of you. After all, what good of a Dark Witch are if you can't be allowed to...spread your artistry?"

"You call killing children artistry?" Harry snapped.

"No. I call that leaving a direct message."

"And what would that message be?"

"No one is safe from me." A pause. "Not even the children."

"Coward." Allesandra whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"Only a coward would kill innocence."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Poor Allesandra. Has being tied to the Boy Who Lived dented your ideals? Your thirst for destruction and devilry? Has becoming a grandmother....made you sentimental? I could fix that you know."

"Touch my children-"Harry seethed.

"And suffer my wrath...blah blah blah." The woman waved a hand. "Or how about this? Harm any child and the wrath of the Taltos and Quartermaine BloodLines shall taint you forever."

Harry heard Allesandra breath in sharply. "No one has spoken that epitaph in over several millennia, "she hissed. "Only those of Taltos and Quartermaine blood can speak those words. They are the truth of those families. Anyone else uttering it is speaking blasphemy."

A pause. And then...hands raised and the hood lowered. A face was revealed, one that Harry did not recognize, but...sort of. Malicia had similar features. Same sharp angles...same color skin. Same smile. Her hair was a dark black with streaks of blonde running through it...her eyes... a shade of blue that was once Allesandra's color.

"How dare you...How dare you defile her memory, " Allesandra gasped out, her hands dropping to her side as she stumbled back, horror etched on her face. Harry grabbed his mother in law's arm, feeling the despair, the sorrow and the anger that was coursing through her.

The woman, Sascha, smiled nastily. "Now, now. Dear Allesandra. That's a hurtful accusation. How can you greet me in such an ungrateful manner? After such a long absence?"

"You are not her. I watched her body burn." Defiant words, a voice tinged with despair and desperation, spilled out of Allesandra. Harry had a feeling, not a feeling, he knew that this was not going to end very well.

"Allesandra," an admonition. "Is that any way to talk to your mother?"