After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

MMIA
Med-Bay
During The Tour of The Archives


Draco winced as the Healer probed the wound that had been rather rashly healed by Malicia. After she had left, he waited until he had enough energy, convinced one of the Lychans that were holed up in the cold manor to use one of the portkeys that were connected to the MMIA and wound up in the infirmary of the MMIA med-bay.

The cream worked...but it only stopped bleeding. And infection. A Healer had to finish the rest, especially since he didn\'t want another scar. He had enough of them. His back had enough of them thank you. And he certianly did not need anymore.

\"Here,drink this,\"the healer shoved a vial into his hands. \"It\'ll go where it\'s needed. I don\'t think I can stop the scar forming. Quartermaine should of sent you here immediately.\"

\"Well at least her daughter stopped me from bleeding to death.\"

The Healer shook her head. \"One of the interns sent an owl to your wife. You\'re lucky that some of us were here. Most were sent to the Market.\"

\"Healer Straits.\" Dr Kallen walked into the medbay. She took notice of Draco,where the wound was slowly healing and winced. \"Well at least I don\'t have you on one of my cold tables. I just finished checking the Sascha\'s fallen.\"She paused. \"Weasley made a comment about a lot of Slytherin\'s being in the bunch. Haven\'t the faintest clue what he was talking about.\"

\"As a Muggle, you wouldn\'t,\"Draco said shortly. \"Slytherin was one of the houses we were sorted in at Hogwarts. It had the bad reputation of creating many Dark Wizards. Although I should point out that Ravenclaw has produced some Dark Witches in the past.\"

\"But it appears that the ones from Slytherin left the most damage?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Well then, it appears Slytherin deserves it reputation.\"

Draco scowled. \"My children happen to be in that house, along with a Weasley, and Potter\'s daughter Raven. I assure you, they will not turn to the Dark side of our world.\"

\"Time will tell won\'t it?\"Dr Kallen said lightly. \"I\'ll speak to you later Healer Straits.\"

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The Dark Cemetary
Puerto Rico

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\"What is it that you have dream ofTom Riddle?\"

The young man spun around, fury etched on his handsome face at being snuck up on in a cemetary. Allesandra had followed the recent Hogwarts graduate when she spotted him in on the outskirts near the countryside. When she finally approached him he was kneeling on a grave whispering about something he dreamt for. So she decided to speak.

\"Who are you?\"He hissed in Parseltongue. Obviously he forgot that not everyone spoke it. Either that he used the tongue in anger.

\"Sorry? Didn\'t understand. I don\'t speak the language of snakes.\"

She watched him as he forced himself to calm. \"Who are you?\" he demanded.

\"Me? I\'m Allesandra Quartermaine. I\'m sure you\'ve heard of me.\"

A smirk. \"The Bane of the American Wizarding Council. The Darkest Witch Of Our Kind.\" He paused. \"Aren\'t you not allowed to come to England? Some sort of ward the prevents you from being here?\"

\"In the physical sense yes. But you are on the near outskirts of England. No wards here. I can stand here just fine. So Tom Marvolo Riddle...what is that you dreamt?\"

\"None of your business. Now leave.\"

\"But I have something to discuss.\"

\"I don\'t want to hear it.\"

\"Tom.\"a placating,feminine voice interceded. It was a woman with golden brown hair and light hazel colored eyes. She step between the two of them.

\"Don\'t mind him. He still hasn\'t learned proper manners.\"She said softly. \"Marisol Cambridge, Madame Quartermaine. An honor to meet you.\"

\"Well well, proper manners indeed.\"Allesandra smiled. \"And how are you connected to the young Riddle Miss Cambridge.\"

Marisol smiled, and Tom Riddle silently seethed. \"School, Madame Quartermaine. We were in the same year and same house--\"

\"Enough Marisol.\"Tom said quietly, his voice was hard and firm though. \"What is you want.... Allesandra?\"

\"To talk young Riddle. Just to talk. After all I have made it point to seek out Salazar Slytherin\'s heirs throught out their lives....except for your mother\'s family,\" At those words Allesandra grimaced. \"The Gaunts, the Valos, and the Corrinas descendents of Slytherin thoroughly polluted his blood and mental facillities. I am relieved to find you...well mentally capable.\"

\"That\'s due to the Muggle blood that is in me,\"Tom Riddle snarled.

Allesandra smiled. \"Well thank Merlin, dear Tom, that your mother saw fit in restoring the Slytherin line by bringing in decent Muggle blood. Your powers are greaters and fuller, not weaker and diluted if your father was in the family.\"

\"What is it that you want Allesandra?\"

\"I\'m doing what I want. Well we\'re doing what I want. A conversation. Enjoyable no?\"

\"No. Get to the point.\"

\"Do you dream of glory Tom Riddle? Do you dream of...being immortal and conquering the world of Magic?\"

\"I dream of being the most feared sorcerer in the world,\"the words that came out were hard and just. \"And I will succeed.\"

\"Not without help.\"

\"Oh?\"Tom smirked. \"And whose help is it that you mention? Yours?\"

Allesandra stepped closer to him, closing the small distance between them. Leaning into him she whispered softly in his ear,making him stiffen; \"I can help you Tom Riddle. I can help all our goals, ambitions and dreams come true. I can help you defeat mortality and become truly immortal...without the bothersome splitting of the soul.\"She then leaned back, black eyes staring into green. \"I can give you the world Tom Riddle.\"She laud a hand against his cheek, his skin surprising cold to the touch. \"An alliance between us can be great. We can both be great, unstoppable together...\"

Tom cut her words off by silently stepping away from, far enough to be out of reach. His face was a mask of cold detachment. \"No.\"

Allesandra blinked. \"Excuse me?\"

\"I said no Allesandra Quartermaine, holder of the Amulet of Corrisa. I have no other choice to split my soul into pieces for my goal of immortality. You hold the only artifact of immortality.\"

\"Well I\'m not the only one. Nicholas Flamel holds the Sorcerer\'s Stone. Liquid gold and immortality of some such.\"

A flare of interest sparked his lifeless eyes but he quickly tampered them down, his mask of cold indifference back in place. \"But as I said earlier, no. I do not need or want an alliance with you. I can achieve my dreams and goals and ambitions without you. You wasted your time here.\" Allesandra stood in shocked silence as Tom quickly brushed past her. But her stillness did not last long.

\"Extremus Cruciatus\" !\" She shouted at him.

Tom fell to the ground hard, pain like never before coursing through his body. He had felt Crucio before. But this...this was new pain. He dimly heard Marisol shouting something as pain to the tenth degree was coursing through his body. Even his brain was screaming, memories of his past, children teasing him,picking on him,the Headmistress of the orphanage whipping him...

\"How did that feel Tom Riddle?\"He heard her ask,her voice cold,and lethal as hell, as the curse lifted off him. He couldn\'t move. \"How did the result of your refusal feel?\"

No answer. He couldn\'t answer even if he wanted. He felt like his vocal cords and his tongue had been ripped from his throat. He couldn\'t move his arms to press himself off the ground. His mind was barely making coherent sentences.

He felt a hand grab his hair,a groan came out and he was turned over on his back. She pointed her finger at him again and once more his body convulsed,twisted and felt like it was being ripped apart. For the first time in his life Tom Riddle wanted to die. He would beg for Avada Kedavra, if his mind could properly work.

Another minute passed and the curse was lifted. He fellt a palm against a cheek. He felt her hair against his face, lips against his ear. \"No one refuses me without consequence. You have just made an enemy Tom Riddle that you can not afford to have.\"

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Allesandra stared at the snake statue before her. She had entered the Dark Cemetary. It was a cemetary dedicated to the memory of Dark Wizards and Witches of the past. Grindewald was here. Morgan Le Fay, even though she had no right to be buried her, Merlin really should be the one, and several others. Her own plot itself was already built. Everyone was just waiting for her to bite the dust so to speak.

But she had entered the Dark Cemetary determined to find the....memorial for Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort. And she found it. Nesting right between Velea Slytherin, the granddaughter of Salazar, and Jacckin Novolus, a Muggleborn wizard that tried and failed three thousand years ago to take control of the world. She had a reason. Today was the anniversary the first time she had met him.

Well she found it. And she was instantly transported back into remembering her first meeting with Tom Riddle. \"Extremus Cruciatus,\"She murmured to herself. \"Indeed. All because of a refusal. That little curse might of been the reason for the his sudden bout of insanity. All because of my stupid pride and ego.\"

~Your pride is what started our little personal war. You never could take rejection.~ Voldemort\'s voice whispered in her mind. He had said that once, during one of the last meetings during the Second War. She shot back that she certianly taught him what happened to those who refused her. Next thing she knew her little curse was being used on her. Not a nice thing.

~Our choices are what decide who we truly are. The consequences that come from are everlasting.~Dumbledore\'s voice echoed.

Fuck that man. He still was in her head. Voldemort too. She\'ll never get rid of them. And those were the consequences from her choices. To never be free from her demons.

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The Archive Room- Portrait Section

\"Quatermaine and Taltos....\"Harry could hear Lorelia muttering. \"Which generation?\"

\"What do you mean which generation?\"

\"The findings at the temple generated more than those three portraits Director. Several Quartermaines were found, as well as several Talto\'s. I believe we have a Serendipity Taltos, Venusa Taltos, Sunasa Quartermaine, Parsis Quartermaine and a few others. Each portrait represents a generation.\"

\"How about just Havannah, Nikolos and young Allesandra?\"

\"Damn. Had to be those.\"

\"Something the matter?\" Harry asked curiously.

\"No...no. Come all the way in. The portraits were painted still without charms to make them like they are today. They won\'t bite. Hell they won\'t talk back at least.\"

Hermione,Ron, and Harry moved into the wide portrait section, coming face to face with a large portrait, of a woman with knee length blonde hair, grey eyes and a crossbolt held in her arms.

\"Whoa. And this would be?\"

\"Honestly Ronald. Read the dedication.\"Hermione pointed to a small plaque underneath the portrait.

Harry leaned closer to get a better look. \"Draca Dreyada Malfonna. Daughter of Draconic and Dreyda Malfonna. Was found dead on 23 day of Spring. Was seen during a raid on a Muggle village at night the next night. Now she is Queen Draca, Chosen Escort and Wife to King Veris Valderamma of the Vampires....\"

\"Holy shit.\"

Hermione whistled. \"Well, Draco is related to Queen of the Vampires.\"

\"No wonder he acts like a royal arse.\"

\"I knew there was something familiar about her....\"Harry mumured.

\"I believe we have a couple of still portraits of Jacinda and Paris Potter,\"Lorelia\'s voice could be heard in the back of the room. \"Before they were Turned....and I believe one of...James before he was um....killed.\"

Harry stilled. \"What about my mother?\"

A sneeze. \"Um...I believe was one being put together for her when your parents went into hiding...\"a silence for a moment. \"Sorry.\"

\"Not now Lorelia. Harry can come here later to view the ones of his ancestors.\" Taylor said tiredly.

\"I believe there is a section of Weasley and Weslanna portraits. One of Isabella herself before she was Turned.\"

\"Lorelia.\"

\"Oh all right. Hang on.\" A thump. A sound of a box dropping. \"Yup. Found one. Can uh someone help me out here. It\'s quite large.\"

Taylor hurried around a corner and a couple minutes later, the other three had a large portrait brought out for them to view. \"I believe this is Nikolos Quartermaine.\"

Malicia, Harry,Ron and Hermione took in stock of the man that was from one the first ten families. Nikolos was tall and a burly, with long red hair and bright green eyes,but pale skin. The artist had painted him standing with legs apart, feet planted, a long sword raised at an angle. He was wearing black dragon hide clothes, pants and a vest, a red sash wrapped around his waist. His face had a smile, but the artist captured the ruthlessness that was in him quite well.

\"I believe Allesandra favored her father in looks,\"Taylor said to Malicia. \"You have a somewhat similar body posture like his. Atittude as well.\"

Malicia smirked, the portriat was laid against a wall as another portriat was brought out...and Malicia\'s smirk faded. It wasn\'t Havannah, but a young Allesandra.

\"How old is she?\" Hermione whispered.

\"This portrait was done about a year before the attack of Nor\'Del. I believe she was 13.\" Lorelia was heard,moving things around.

The artist had captured Allesandra\'s youth and beauty quite expertly. Even at thirteen Allesandra was quite a beauty, Harry conceded. He could see why others had compared her to the Muggle goddess Aphrodite. She was breathtaking even at such a young age. At thirteen she was almost her full height,slender and had a smile. Her long red hair, as dark as
blood was wavy and thick, edging nearly past her waist, her bright green eyes had a hint of mischief in them and her skin wasn\'t pale like her father\'s, but tan like Malicia\'s. She was painted standing on the edge of a brick wall,arms crossed.

\"A beauty wasn\'t she?\"Taylor murmured. \"Damn shame what the dragon and vampire blood did to her.\"

\"Uh...what and what?\"Ron asked,tearing his eyes away from the painting. \"I thought the Amulet drained her looks. I thought it was the Amulet that turned her hair white, her skin pale and her eyes black.\"

\"It finished the job. But she had been injecting herself with a mixture of dragon and vampire blood for a while. When she found the amulet,her eyes were nearly black, her skin was nearly white but her hair only had some streaks of white in it. The Amulet actually gave her skin a healthier look, but turned her hair completely white.\"

\"I don\'t take much after her,\"Malicia murmured.

\"No. I think you take after more of your grandfather and grandmother. Of course you probably had some of your father\'s features...but I\'m sure Allesandra had you drink some sort of altering potion to prevent that.\" Hermione said business like.

Malicia blinked. \"Excuse me?\"

Hermione frowned. \"You mean you never knew? I thought you did. I mean it was. I saw some old photos of you when you were younger. Almost black hair, green eyes, um...paternal features that gradually changed to well...your current looks. I assumed that your mother gave you some sort of feature alteration potion that changes your looks gradually, you know to make you look less like---\"Hermione trailed off, finally realizing from the stony look on Malicia\'s face that she DIDNT know. \"Ah...well um...\"

\"I think it\'s time I had another talk with my mother,\"Malicia said softly.

Taylor cleared his throat and hurried to the hidden corner, and Lorelia helped him bring it out. The dark blonde\'s hair which was always a long mess was hiding most of her. \"And I believe this was Havannah.\"

Harry sucked in a breath as he stared at the face he only saw moments before. Tanned skin, almost a golden color, black hair with blonde streaks(Allesandra had inherited her father\'s hair color)and bright blue eyes. Her features were sharp, high cheekbones, and a pointed chin. She was painted sitting down on a set of steps, wearing a black robe and a smile.

\"This is who you saw at the Market?\"

Harry nodded. \"Her eyes weren\'t as friendly as Havannah\'s but she mimicked Havannah\'s looks perfectly. Even said some sort of phrase that only the Quartermaine Taltos familly should know.\"

\"Ah yes. The Family\'s Code. Each family had some sort of code that they protected and only blood members of the family were allowed to utter the words. The words are painted on each portrait in the old ancient language of Draconic. I believe very few can translate.\"

\"Damien can. He can speak it as well.\" Malicia claimed. \"You should see him conversing with the dragons. His mother looks like she\'s having a heart attack each time he does it. Quite entertaining really.\"

Author\'s Note: I just realized how many mistakes I made with Allesandra\'s parents physical descriptions. I caught them in my story describing her life, and in this one. When I get the chance I will go through both stories and edit my mistakes. Take my advice: Always keep in mind that writing your story while hyped on energy drinks makes you type before you think. I\'ve also caught some other mistakes. As I said earlier, when I get the chance I will go through and correct them. I\'m sorry about any confusion I may have caused.