After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

Salem, Massachusetts
The MMIA

30 Minutes After The Letter

Hermione sat silently in a plush black chair in the large 'plan room' of the building. She was escorted there after she found Taylor Michaud; the Director and her boss. After discussing the letter, placing calls and finally tracking down the safe house that Harry had put together, it had been confirmed that the 14 former Death Eaters were dead. Taylor and Hermione sent as many as they could to take care of the situation, while Ron searched for Harry.


"So, who were the Death Eaters at the Moscow safe house?" Hermione asked, turning her chair around to face Taylor and the few others in the room.


One woman flipped through some papers. "Let's see, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy…shit, we're gonna have to tell Draco. Um...Adrien Carlyle, Dyna Lestrange, that would of been Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter, Hannah Killton, Lorena Nott, Aurora Goyle, Nicolas Bulstrode, Lance Demeer, Orestes and Olivia Xander, and Victor Diggory. Most of them were minor supporters of Voldemort. Not well known, but needed protection."


"Any signs of them fighting back at least?" Hermione queried.


Taylor shook his head. "No wands. Potter made it a requirement. He told them if they wanted protection they needed to give up their wands and live without magic. The Malfoys protested the loudest and Malicia decided to just pipe up then and ask them if they'd rather deal with her mother. That shut them up."


Hermione nodded. "What about the rest of the Death Eaters? Where are they?"


"You'll have to ask Potter," one of the four in the room answered. "He created all the safe house locations. We know there's one in New Hampshire, but we don't know where. When the Death Eaters fled to America for asylum, Potter dealt with them all personally. We do know about 20 more Death Eaters are in the protection program."

"Hell he was the one that created the Elite."

Hermione frowned. This was one thing she hadn't been informed on. And that ranked. "Elite?"

"A select group of Agents,"Catalina clarified. "Harry handpicked all of them. Sort of like the Auror's in England and such. They're the ones that handle the rising Dark Witches and Wizards. Handlers are part of the Elite too, They clean up the messes that were left behind."


Hermione nodded. "Got it." She paused. "What about Angel De Mercy?"


"In one of our psychiatric hospitals. Somewhere in either Mass or Maine. Can't be sure."


Hermione sighed. "Does anyone have the slightest clue who could be doing this? Who could be wiping out the former Death Eaters?"


Taylor and the four others exchanged dark looks and one of them, a woman with long brown hair, green eyes, and about 5 feet tall shuffled her feet. "We think...well we've been thinking it's, well she's been so quiet for so long---"


"So you think it's Allesandra?" a male voice answered coolly, out of nowhere. The young woman who was talking started slightly, paled for a moment and everyone turned to put a face to the voice they knew so well.


Hermione blinked hardly believing her eyes. It had been a couple years since she'd seen Harry but apparently those two years changed him even more. His messy black hair was now resting past his shoulders, his green eyes now being framed by coke bottle lenses, his skin now tanned. He had gone through another growth spurt their last year in Hogwarts and was now taller than Ron at 6'6. Due to a newfound interest in Muggle martial arts, he was no longer skinny and his body was muscled. Standing next to him was a woman with silver colored hair streaked with red and black, pale skin, disconcerting purple eyes and standing at about a foot shorter than Harry. His wife, Malicia. And she looked just as pissed as him.


"Well Catalina?" he spoke up again, his voice hard. "Say it. You think Allesandra did it."


The small woman flinched. "Yes I think Allesandra did it. She may of quietened down her attacks on the wizarding world since you and Malicia married, but she won't stay quiet forever."


Harry walked further into the room until he was standing next to Hermione's chair. He hadn't yet acknowledged his school friend, still intent on Catalina. Malicia however spotted Hermione. She gave her a small smile and a nod of her head. Hermione did the same.


"No she won't stay quiet forever," Harry agreed. "But she isn't stupid enough to do something like this. She doesn't hide. She doesn't send cryptic letters. She makes sure everyone knows that it was her behind all of this. There is nothing whatsoever that links Allesandra to this and I will not tolerate any more accusations towards Allesandra without proof."


"Sorry about that, Harry," Taylor said soothingly. He didn't want his best agent angry. He had to work twice as hard, along with the Council, to keep Harry in America. "Catalina wasn't thinking and I'm sure she didn't mean it."


"Don't kiss my ass Taylor. I'm staying in Salem. You got what you wanted," Harry snapped.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione watched as Malicia covered her own eyes with one hand as if she was trying not to see the scene in front of her. It was certainly something, an agent telling his boss basically to fuck off and get away, well, it wasn't something you see every day. Or perhaps if you were married to said agent, something you didn't want to see.


"Does Malfoy know yet?" Harry slid one of the seats out and sat down, stretching his long legs out.


"We sent an owl out to him. He should know soon." Hermione spoke up.


Hard green eyes turned to face her and once they recognized the face they softened and warmth and love came into play. Harry smiled, instantly relaxed and Hermione couldn't help but smile back at the man who instantly looked like the boy she had befriended at school. "Hello 'Mione," he greeted, obviously happy. "Finally come to Salem, have you?"


"As if you didn't have anything to do with it," Hermione chastised.

Harry grinned. "What's the point in being Harry Potter if you can't use your influence for your own wants and needs?"


Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do you want to see the letter I received?"

The light in Harry's eyes dimmed and they hardened slightly. Hermione moved the parchment in front of him and he silently read the words. Harry was scowling something fierce by the time he got to the last lines and the writer's signature. "S?" he spat out, tossing the letter back on the table. "Voldemort signed his letters with his name. And this one can't? What they hell are they trying to accomplish?"

"World domination?" Malicia spoke up. "To piss you off perhaps? To kill all the Death Eaters that you decided to actually protect despite them constantly trying to kill you before the fall of Voldemort? I can think of some more Harry if you--"

"Enough Mali. I get the point," Harry slumped down into his chair. "Can this day get any worse?"

"Yes," Malicia answered. "I got an owl from Hogwarts."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that but Hermione could tell by the look of resignation in his eyes that this was nothing new. "What did one of them do this time?"

"Hexed each other in the hallways...or at least tried to. They ended up starting a hex riot. About twenty students joined in, trying to hex one another."

Harry shrugged. "This would be about the third time wouldn't it? What did Dyanisis say?"

"Wait a minute!" Hermione put a hand to stop Malicia from responding. "Dyanisis? As in Dyanisis Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded. "Albus' daughter. She's Headmistress at Hogwarts. She's the one that appointed Isabella Weasley, the vampire we met during the war as the DADA. Now that class is held at night."

"And who did she appoint to teach potions?"

"Rivera Snape," Harry spat out. "Apparently he had a daughter." His eyes hardened as he briefly mentioned Snape's name. Harry had seen to it that Snape had gotten what he deserved. Once captured Snape was sent to Azkaban. But on his way there Allesandra had her own revenge. She intercepted Snape and forced five werewolves on him. Snape was dead in a matter seconds; torn to pieces. Malicia had kept that piece of information from Harry. As far as he knew, Snape had died in Azkaban. He hadn't known that Allesandra had once befriended Albus Dumbledore's mother and ended up his mentor's godmother.


Hermione pondered over that piece of information. "What is she like?"

"Like her father. Bitter and nasty. But she's a Renegade. So I have to deal with her every now and then," Harry shook his head. "So has the situation in Moscow been taken care of?"

"They want you to see the damage," Hermione said softly. "And they want you to reveal the whereabouts of the other Death Eaters and Angel De Mercy."

"Fuck. Should of known," Harry pushed back his chair and stood. "Taylor, is the site clear for me to Apparate?"

Taylor looked up from the papers he was just given. "Yes. We sent people to secure it the minute Ms Granger showed me the letter."

Harry nodded at the explanation and turned to leave. Malicia stood up, as if to follow but Harry shook his head. "No Mali. I need you to go see Angel. See if she's had any more visions. She might be willing to talk."

"Fine. But don't expect anything. She's been going deeper and deeper into her own head the past few years," Malicia turned to Hermione. "I would say welcome to Salem, but apparently there's no use. I wish you could of received a better one."

Hermione gave the woman a half smile. "No need. I had a feeling the peace our world had was to good to last."

"Speak for yourself," Taylor snapped.
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An Hour Later: Moscow, Russia

Harry stared at the scene before him. By the time he had arrived through the portkey; still not his favorite way of travelling, the Hiders, a form of agent that cleaned up crime scenes, had already put out the blazing fire that had consumed the safe house and the smaller buildings. However, they still hadn't lowered the dead Death Eaters.


"Potter?" one of the Hiders, a young looking male with a flush to his pale face came up to him. Harry nodded and the young man continued. "We weren't really sure what to do with them. Rhyse suggested we wait for you."


"Thank you. Go ahead and bring them down. And then transport their bodies to the MMIA. They'll need to be prepared for burial. What's your name?"


"Victor Trace sir," the young man mumbled and then hurried over to another agent. The elder man nodded and with quick work the five Hiders brought the Death Eaters down. Harry gave the dead a wide berth, a habit he had taken to since the war. It wasn't because he was weak stomached; he wasn't, it was mainly due to his uneasiness of actually seeing someone dead. After watching Sirius, Dumbledore, then Hagrid, Professor McGonagall and Ginny die, he became adverse to the whole thing.


"From what we can tell Agent Potter," one of the men, Hawkins, came up to him. "It looks to be about 13 of them. We can do a Recantum Spell, see the situation take place if you like."


"No!" Harry said quickly. "I mean I realize the spell is quite useful. But not right now. Let's wait till..." He waved a hand to the dead. "Let's wait until everything else is taken care of."


Hawkins eyed him steadily for a moment and then nodded. "Just thought you should know though, something about this is awfully familiar."


"You mean besides the blatant display of the Muggle Crucifixion?"


"Yes. Did you ever study American Wizarding History in Hogwarts?"


Harry screwed up his face in mock horror. "I barely survived History of Magic. Besides I knew it was offered for the seventh years, but seeing as how I didn't go back to Hogwarts my seventh year...."


Hawkins cleared his throat. "Ah well, anyway I took it when I went to Durmstrang. A lot of the American history they taught was about some of the Dark Witches that reigned here. And their deeds. Like the Dark Witch Allana Dorria, she massacred about 300 Muggles in 1843--"


"Hawkins, I'm not here for a history lesson. So just spit out what you're trying to tell me."


"Ah well, there was this one that kind of stuck in my head. An attack on Dorria and her followers about 29 years later. You see Dorria and her followers were killed by another Dark Witch. Rather brutal too. About 12 of them had their heads cut off and set onto pikes. While Dorria and another 12 were killed with the killing curse, tied down to makeshift crosses, which were then raised. The buildings behind them were razed, burned down to the ground. While she and her fellow dead were untouched," Hawkins finished off, silently watching as Harry thought this new information through.


"Well," Harry said slowly, "minus the severed head on pikes, and this is an instant remake. Who was the Dark Witch that killed Dorria?"


Silence for a moment. "Your mother in law," Hawkins answered. Harry stilled and turned to stare at the man before him. Green eyes met blue. "Food for thought, huh? Oh and there is another element missing that leaves your mother in law out of this."


"Oh good, and here I thought you were condemning her," Harry drawled casually. Hawkins kept himself steady.


"Allesandra always made sure that everyone knew that she did it. She never left any room for doubt. She didn't hide behind letters and people. She was up front and in the mix. And you know that. But the element that's missing? The one thing that prevents her from being tied to this? I mean besides the severed heads." Hawkins pointed to Narcissa and the others that were being gathered, ready to be sent to the medical wing of the MMIA.

"She doesn't kill the defenceless. And that's who these people were. Without their wands they had no defence. No chance to fight back. And that is what she hates the most. Allesandra prefers you to put a fight. She never liked anything easily. Allana Dorria?" Hawkins waited until Harry nodded, indicating he was still listening, even though at the moment he wished he wasn't. "She and Allesandra fought for three blood filled days before Allesandra got the best of her."


Harry frowned. "Do you think someone is trying to frame Allesandra for this?"


"No. I think whoever did this is hoping to get Allesandra's attention. You know how much Allesandra hates competition. As far as she's concerned she's the only Dark Witch around and it's going to stay that way. And in getting Allesandra's attention, the person behind this also has your's...and Mali's."


"I think I need to talk to my mother in law."


"I think you do, mate. Before more massacres happen and people start to vocally point the finger at her."
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Outskirts of Salem, Mass
30 Minutes Later


Harry stared at the sprawling mansion in front of him. He had to pass through several magical barriers to even get onto the walkway up to the main part of the estate and now that he was here, he desperately wanted to go back through them. Allesandra deeply valued her privacy, even more so than Harry did. She had her home Unplottable and Undetectable, and had created elemental barriers and physical barriers to keep intruders and unwelcome visitors at bay. Her large mansion, covering a couple acres, was surrounded by the Salem Forest, which was a lot like the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. It was filled with centaurs, Lychan tribes and vampire clans, not too mention dozens of other creatures. The mansion itself was headquarters for the Renegades, it was also where Malicia grew up and where she and Harry had married (Allesandra cleaned it up for the event).


"So Harry," a voice jerked him out of his thoughts and he jumped about a foot, "do you plan on entering the place or should I go find the lady of the house and tell her that her son in law is rooted to the ground outside and can't enter?"

Harry turned and found himself facing Cani Luna. A 400 year old Lychan that was the daughter of Romulus Luna, the head of the Full Moon tribe. Harry had quickly learned the difference between Lychans and werewolves when he made the mistake of calling Cani a werewolf. A Lychan was a witch or wizard born with the amazing ability to shapeshift into wolves, rather large wolves, and had the senses and abilities of them while in human form. They were considered elementalists, rather than witches or wizards, able to use the elements of water, earth and fire for their magic. A werewolf on the other hand, like Remus Lupin, was what happened when a Lychan lost control and bit a human. Werwolves were the deranged cousins that the Lychans would prefer did not exist. Sort of how Petunia and Vernon Dursley treated Harry.

"Hello Cani," Harry responded cautiously. Cani and him were still not on easy terms, even 26 years after the fact when he accidentally offended her.

"Actually I'm Alpha Cani. Ever since Papa stepped down from leadership and handed it to me," the Lychan said with the tone of one expecting the right to come to her all along. "Allesandra's in the potions room. Would you like escorting? I know you haven't been here in a while."

Actually it had been 6 months since he came here, when he found out where Raven had run off too. "No, Alpha Cani. No need, I can find my way. Thank you though." After a moment Cani nodded and walked away. Harry turned back to the entrance and forced himself to walk inside. He grabbed the large black door and with some strength opened the heavy thing and entered. Once inside he was faced with four staircases going in different directions. Each one led to a separate wing. Harry had entered Allesandra's potions room on several occasions and his memory on how to find it came with quick ease.


Quickly bounding up the spiralling black staircase he skidded to a halt in the hall. Several doors lead to rooms, but only one would lead to the room that would even make Severus Snape plead to use. Harry stared at the doors, his memory now failing him.

"Fifth door on the left," a voice hissed. Hissed. Great. Looking down Harry came face to face with Viscas, the large python that had set up residence in the home despite Allesandra's many attempt to get rid of it. "Fifth door on the left," Viscus hissed again. "She's packing up healing creams to deliver to the potions shop down the road."

Harry sighed. She was still dealing with the potions shop. The one run by Severa Snape and Lucinda Malfoy, the twin sisters of Lucius and Severus. Both women were vicious as hell, and were part of the Renegades. But both women had helped during the war so he couldn't begrudge them much. Especially Lucinda, who was driven into a mental facility as a child because of Lucius' cruel torture. "Thanks," he said to the snake and headed off.

Once Harry got to the door, he hesitated a moment. Every time he disturbed Allesandra from something she never failed to threaten him, saying she would finish the job that Voldemort started, but she would succeed. To avoid another threat, Harry simply knocked.

"Enter," a cold, raspy voice called out. Opening the door slowly, Harry peered into the room, once again taken aback by the magnitude. On one side of the room there were shelves filled with vials of potions and jars of healing creams. The other side was filled with potions books, ranging from simple school type to the deadly and dangerous. And there were always nine cauldrons in the room, usually all at work. This time, only five were as Allesandra was sitting on one of the couches that were in the center, filling up vials and jars.

Harry stared at her, still trying to come to terms that this woman was once so beautiful that she rivalled the legendary Muggle god Aphrodite. He had seen an old portrait of his mother in law and admitted to himself that before her quest to be immortal started, she was a beauty. At one point in time her hair had been a startling red, even redder than that of the Weasley family. It was now so white it was whiter than snow. And it hung down to her knees. Her eyes had once been the color green, but were now black. Her skin was dark, but now pale. She remained alive for 1000 years by mixing dragon's and vampire's blood, and injecting herself with it. And then she found the Amulet of Corrisa, which was named after the witch that had created it.

The amulet itself was diamond shaped, and changed colors depending on Allesandra's mood. At the moment red, which meant she was in a state of content. It was hanging around her neck on a gold chain, against her red robes. That amulet was the main source of the war that had been fought between Voldemort and her. Other forces were Cassandra, her first born child who Voldemort had killed, and Malicia herself, who Voldemort had kidnapped and held hostage for six months after Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts.

"Is there a reason why my delightful son in law is here?" Allesandra'a raspy voice asked, as she continued to fill her vials. "Enter, boy. And close the door."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Harry said walking in further.

"Not at all. When I was alerted to your presence here I was hoping you were coming here to tell me that my grandchildren would be coming here for Christmas. But then that changed when I received an owl from my daughter just minutes ago…" Allesandra waved a hand to the couch opposite her. "Sit." As Harry eased down, she raised her head, and her shrewd black eyes connected with his. "Has my son in law come to interrogate me on whether I killed a bunch of traitors to our kind?"

"I was thinking about it. Until a couple things about the murders were pointed out to me." Harry leaned back. "You must be proud, Alle. Students have to take a course on you. You should be happy that one remembers what he learned."

"Such as the fact that I don't kill the weak?" Allesandra snapped

Harry let out a rough laugh. "You? You don't kill the weak? What about the Muggle hospice? The Muggle village Garana? There are a few other places where the weak and sick lived and you killed them."

Allesandra glared, the amulet starting to flash from black to white. Harry knew she was struggling to hold her temper. Others before him would be trembling, offering apologies. But Harry wasn't. He had a certain hold on her. Her temper didn't make him tremble like it did when he was younger. "I prefer not to remember those," she said tightly. "All historians have pointed out that I was out of my mind. Moments of insanity as you may recall. The amulet does cause them every now and then."

Harry shook his head. "Denial. One of the many thing's you're good at it. Want to take a guess at what else this good student learned?

Allesandra huffed. "Not really. Would you like an alibi my dear? I can give you one." Allesandra paused and then smiled. '"Well what do you know. I actually have an alibi that says I didn't participate in a bunch of murders. May all of the historians have heart attacks."

"And what would that nice little alibi of yours be?"

"The changing of the leadership ceremony for the Full Moon Tribe." Allesandra shot out. "And don't be an impertinent little shit boy. Don't think that by being married to my daughter things have completely changed. The effects of war may of made us confidants towards each other. But I don't particularly give a shit. You know what I'm capable of doing"

Harry scowled at the woman before him. "And you know what would happen if I was sure you were behind the attacks, don't you? You would never see Raven or James again. Or Mali. And I would take my family out of America and go back to England, where you are not allowed to enter. You know our deal, Allesandra. No shit from you and you get to stay in contact with your grandchildren."

Allesandra smiled. She leaned back into the couch and crossed her arms over her chest and let out a laugh. "You learn well, boy. Just like your father. Quick and straight to the point. You always knew what my one weakness was."

"So did Voldemort," Harry reminded her. "Your daughter is everything to you. And so is Raven and James. I love Mali more than anything and the things you did hurt her. Hurt her to the point where she was almost willing to trade loyalties, forsake you and join the one man you hated most in this world." Harry watched her smile fade and regret and sadness fill her eyes. He had hit a nerve and knew he made his point. Malicia was once her only tie to sanity. Now Raven and James were her other ties. She would do anything to be with her family and she did. When Mali and Harry married she made a blood vow to Harry to that she would stop killing and causing terror and chaos in America. If she broke that vow she would lose everything.

"I had nothing to do with the murders," Allesandra said quietly. "I recognized the fact that it was almost a complete re-enactment of my past. I also know that this ‘S’ person is planning more attacks. And since he or she seems to be determined to copy some of my acts of terror, get ready to see some sheer and utter fucking brutality. Voldemort had nothing compared to what I've done." Allesandra sighed. "Did you honestly think that after defeating Voldemort that there would be a forever peace in the our world?"

"Call me an optimist," Harry said lightly. "I was hoping for my lifetime at least that I wouldn't have to deal with another psychotic mass murderer."

Allesandra smiled sadly. Her black eyes held sympathy. "There's no rest for the good, Harry. No rest for the fucking wicked either."