After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

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St Errina's
The Next Day


Angel stared up at the wall, not really seeing it. Then again she never really saw anything. Unless she was touching something. Like this fucking bed. It had five other occupants before her. All of them insane, pyschotic and deadly. The three usually went together. The last occupant was a witch named Karly Raceling, who was what everyone dubbed a Voldemort Wannabe. She didn't get to far in her career as a dark witch, getting hit too many times with the torture curse. Being hit with Crucio by 6 wizards at the same time will do something to someone.

Angel could see what happened to Karly after she got admitted here. Nothing good. Nothing pretty. And nobody gave a damn. She killed ten orderlies with her bare hands and then in a moment of clarity the woman had finally done something right...she killed herself. Right there in the fucking bed. Angel scowled. She was lying in a fucking death bed. Everyone before her that had this bed had died. She was severely hope that wasn't some premonition on her part. She wasn't ready to die, not yet.

"Angel?"a hesitant, timid, female voice broke through her scattering thoughts. Turning her head, she took stock in the small orderly bringing her food in and laying it on the table next to her. "Lunch,"She added unnecessarily.

"I can see that you idiot,"Angel snapped. She never did well with people. Only Potter. And of course Voldemort. Before she found out the truth. "Not get out and harrass someone else."

The young woman quickly left, shutting the door. The unbreakable locking charm was put on and Angel sat up, looking around the room again. Because of Potter's insistence, she had gotten some privelages. Books. The Daily Prophet. Yeah. The joys of living in a fucking mental institution.

The walls were covered with old clippings from the aforementioned newspaper. Mainly detailing the Golden Boy, The Boy Who Lived, The One, The Savior. The nicknames went on and on. And of course detailing Raven Potter. The Princess Potter. Troublemaker. Because of her Salem had broom flying laws. She had the habit of broom racing at night when she was 10. Got caught one night by several muggle police officers. News clippings of James Sirius Potter. Prince Potter. The Golden Child. God the newspapers had nicknames for everyone. And then of course the clipping which outed Harry Potter and Malicia Quartermaine who had been able to keep the relationship hidden for 6 months. One writer had literally screamed bloody murder. Of course he disappeared...rumored at the hand of Allesandra.

"Is she eating?" Angel heard one whisper.

"No. The Healer put in a dreamless potion in her drink, so she wouldn't wake up screaming."

"It would be nice to get through one night of that."

Morons. The walls may be thick, but if there was one thing she was good at...it was hearing things others wanted to whisper. The damn magic explosion that had happened all around her when she was two, made her hearing quite exceptional...which sort of made up for the allergy towards magic she had. Ironic. A witch allergic to magic. Truly unfair.

Angel ran a fingertip down the article about Harry and Malicia. The wizarding world had balked quite madly at the thought of Harry Potter involved with the daughter of Allesandra Quartermaine....and Lord Voldemort. Angel laughed to herself as she reread that story. It was revealed that in her quest to get revenge on Voldemort for killing her first child Cassandra, Allesandra went to extreme lengths, killing Marisol Cambridge, a woman that Voldemort had ruthlessly decided to bind to him. She then masqueraded as Marisol...and one day wound up pregnant. She faked her death, then Allesandra ran to America. She raised Malicia....who was told that her father was a muggle and died before she was born. Malicia never found out the truth about her parentage until her imprisonment. Angel had revealed the secret to Voldemort.

Angel flinched as she remembered that moment in history. She had walked in on Allesandra taking the polyjuice potion once...and kept it to herself. She never told anyone, even after she discovered that Malicia was Voldemort's child. But one night she did, out of guilt a keeping a secret from the man who raised her....and paid dearly for keeping that secret. Magic could not be used on her, so therefore the Cruciatus curse couldn't be used. But he did punish her. He beat her nearly an inch within her life and then let her heal naturally...slowly. With no healing creams or potions. It took her four months to recover from the ordeal and she still had scars on her arms.

Voldemort had revealed to Malicia she was his daughter about halfway through her six month imprisonment, how Allesandra had gotten pregnant and why he killed Cassandra. Needless to say she didn't take it very well. She had enough harassment on her end from having Allesandra as her mother. So when she had been rescued by the Order of The Phoenix, with a little help from a spy that was a Renegade(even Angel hadn't seen that one coming) she had it out with her mother in front of Potter, and the Order. Made Allesandra confess to everything.

After that, and two suicide attempts later(which Potter intervened on both and instead of gratitude got a full dose of hostility) Malicia finally came to terms with who she was. Well sort of. It wasn't easy for the girl to come to terms with the fact that her parents were the most hated people in the world. It still took years for Malicia to forgive her mother.

"Forgiveness is a rarity,"Angel murmured.

"Indeed it is."

Angel whipped around, her hand to her heart. Allesandra Quartermaine...in her room....without no one knowing.

"How--"

"My dear, I can go anywhere without anyone knowing." Her amulet at the moment was glowing black. The dark witch standing in front of her was NOT in a good fucking mood.

"Potter won't like this."Angel said ,grasping at straws.

"What Harry doesn't know won't hurt him." Allesandra pulled out a chair. "I mean you still haven't told him what to happened to Severus have you?"

"No."

"Then sit my dear. We need to talk." Angel didn't move and Allesandra sighed. "Damn it girl, for someone who killed people at the drop of a hat for Voldemort, you sure acting out of character."

"Too many years behind safe walls,"Angel murmured. "Or what I thought was safe."

Allesandra chuckled. "That was probably Harry's intent. To nuetralize the killer that Voldemort created."

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? Well let's see, I want to go back and time and prevent myself from convincing my daughter Cassandra that spying on Voldemort would be a good thing, I wish I could prevent myself from masquerading as a woman that Voldemort wanted to continue his line with, I wish I could prevent the years of heartache that I caused my daughter. Hell I fucking wish I could go back to the time where my parents were slaughtered and prevent that from happening."

Angel blinked. "That was a loaded answer."

Allesandra shrugged. "You asked a loaded question." Black eyes stared at her. "Tell me what you know about the woman who's copying me."

"I don't know anything. I just get visions. Feelings."Angel explained.

"So then...what are your feelings concerning S?"

"Anger. Hatred. Blackness in her soul. Need to kill, destroy...to make a point. Like you did."

Allesandra didn't blink,didn't even move. "My need stemmed from a desire to see my parents killer brought to justice. It careened out of control after that. What else?"

"She's tied to you somehow."

"Tied to me?"

Angel nodded. "She'll leave a sign on her next massacre. It'll tell you what you need to know."

Allesandra frowned. "No wonder I hate pyschics. All that cryptic bullshit."

Angel smiled. "I do try my best."

Allesandra scowled. "Fuck off."And with those parting words, she disappeared in vapors of smoke.
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3 Days Later
Josstain, New Hampshire: A Hidden Magical Village.
Torrain Safe House


"Kill them! Kill all of them!" A man yelled out behind his mask. Word had apparently reach the safe house about the deaths in Moscow. Five agents had been sent to protect the Torrain Safe House, and two of The Lady's men were already down, stunned.

"Leopard! Watch it!" another cried.

An agent apparated in front of him and before the agent could open his mouth, Leopard uttered the death curse, making him fall down to the ground dead. Leopard turned around. "Kill the agents and gather the Hidden! Now!"

Whirling back around he flicked his wand at one agent, who erupted in flames. Leopard flinched as he felt a jet of green light go past him and hit one of his Animals. Snarling, Leopard took off his mask to face the agent.

The agent's face paled, and his eyes widened in recognition. "You!" he shouted. "How could you! How dare you betray the Light after what had happened?"

"How dare I? I dare to!"the man snarled. "The Light killed my wife and made no qualms about it. The Lady appealed to me and made me see reason! Finally! I finally see the truth because of her!"

"How can you betray your own family! Your own family still thinks you're good! You defile you're wife's memory by joining this woman and her schemes!" the agent yelled back furious. The man before him had once been a friend. A true friend, defender of the Light, the Order of The Phoenix and Harry himself. Now, he was on the other side.

"I do what I can and what I want!"Leopard pointed his wand at the agent before him. "The old me is dead. This is the new me."

Before Leopard could finish his curse, Wolf had done it for him. Appearing next to him Wolf snorted in disgust. Yells and screams were filling their ears as the Animals, as they were called, were suceeding in their mission. "Put your mask back on Leopard. Before anyone else recognizes you." Wolf chuckled. "Who was the agent anyways?"

"Dean Thomas. He went to Hogwarts. Joined the Order as soon as he could. Believed in the lies as I did."

"Did you two know each other well?"

"No. I graduated from Hogwarts long before he entered."Leopard slipped his mask back on. " Is everything almost done?"

"From the sounds of it."Wolf stayed silent for a moment. The screams had died down and now there was only the occasional yell.

"Does anyone know what the Lady has planned for the village? Or the people in it?"

"Not yet....but you do know what kind of Village this is don't you?"

"No. What?"

"A sanctuary for Werewolves. About fourty of fifty of them live here."

"Shit. Forgot about that."

"Did you forget about the Massacre of 1312? A village outside of Berlin?"

Wolf was silent for a moment. "Shit. I learned about that in school. One of Allesandra's friends was murdered. She strayed into the village by accident on a full moon. Her death was pretty nasty. Allesandra....she slaughtered them all, didn't she?"

"Yup."

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Wolf,Leopard and the others stared at the body count before them. All 10 Death Eaters were dead. And at the moment Fox, Snake, Eagle, Coyote, and Lynx were rounding up the villagers. The Lady was bound to appear at any moment...or she already has and was helping the others round werewolves up.

Wolf slipped off his mask and inhaled. "I smell smoke."

"You always did have good senses..."Leopard muttered, before taking his off again. He turned to his right and saw the smoke, rather than smelled it. He also saw flames in the distance. The homes were being set fire to. "You'll have to make the potion that increases senses one day."

Wolf grimaced. "It tastes like shit and if you make it wrong, you could end up deaf,blind and unable to smell a fucking thing. I only took it because Fox made it. He's the only one that can brew a decent potion out of all of us."


"When you two are finished talking," The Lady's voice snapped from behind them,, "will you be kind enough to finish your duties?"

Wolf and Leopard both paled even more and quickly turned around and bowed. "Apologies My Lady," they both murmured. "We were just--"

"Shut up." The Lady brushed past them. The Death Eaters were sprawled out, two of them burned to death, one beheaded and the rest of them killed by killing curse. "Who beheaded the Death Eater?"

Wolf straightened. "That would of been Hawk My Lady. She always did enjoy using her sword."

"I see." She pointed her wand at the house in front of them, and it burst into flames. "Gather the rest. We need to speak to the werewolves.

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The homes burned around them, the village destroyed. The villagers were held in groups. The woman about twenty of them were seperated from the men and children, were held still by Hawk, Puma, and Tiger, the only women of the Animals. The children were held by Snake and Fox, while the men themselves were held by the rest and The Lady was holding court.

"You are all descendents of the Lychan tribes that were once slaughtered by the greatly feared Allesandra Quartermaine."She held up one hand. "But of course, historians say that it was just Werewolves that were killed, not knowing the difference between Lychans and Werewolves. And of course they didn't mention the survivors...your ancestors."

She paused for a moment. "You are both a rarity among your kind. You have the blood of Werewolf and Lychan. That is why American Wizardry Council made this village for you. That is why they hid you among the world. The Lychans would seek to destroy you, for they do not like mixed breeds, and the majority of the Werewolf population would...well the ones that take their madness in delight would hunt you or try to recruit you to their ways of life."

"What do you want?"one of the elders asked, curiousity getting the better of them.

"I want your warriors. I want your strength and your abilities. I want your young to come to my side. I want your people to help my Animals succeed in my visions for the future."

"Never."

Wolf shifted uneasily. So did Leopard. Rejection did not go over well in The Lady's mind.

"You may want to rethink that old man,"The Lady said softly. "Refuse, everyone dies. Accept, and you will have power and protection. Your people will rise among the rest."

The elder's face reddened. "I do not hold to evil!"he shouted. The others stirred around him. "We will not hold to evil! Or to you! I would rather die than become a servent to you, you despicable excuse of human!" He shouted.

Wolf wished he could see his Lady's face. In fact everyone was. But it was still hidden. She stepped past them all. "Step back,"She hissed at her men.

Confused they did so. The Lady stood before the huddled men and then slipped her hood off, revealing a mass of red hair. All the men winced and shrank back. Wolf and Leopard looked at each other briefly. This was the first time The Lady had revealed herself to anyone. And damn it all, they couldn't see anything but the red hair.

One of the men in the huddle gasped. Leopard frowned. He was having the same reaction to The Lady that the agent had towards him. "Your....you're supposed to be...."

"Dead?"The Lady finished. "Yes I am...in a way."

"How can you be like this?"The man asked aghast. "You fought against Voldemort! You fought for Harry Potter! How can you turn your back--"A flash of green light prevented him fron finishing his question and The Lady then pulled her hood back on.

"Kill the rest. They don't want power then they will join the ones from Moscow."

Wolf and Leopard point their wands at the men, but before they could start, they heard Snake speak up. "What of the children My Lady?"

The Lady stood still for a moment. "They die as well.