After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

Josstain,New Hampshire: 3 Hours Later


Harry stared at the children, lying down on the ground before him. He had the misfortune to apparate in front of them, and saw them first. All of them were killed with the killing curse, and didn't suffer from the fates of everyone else. At the moment he was wishing he was far far away from here. It was one thing to kill adults. Another to kill children.

He sank to his knees, and curled a lock of black hair around his finger, feeling the tears slipp down his face. Fifteen children died this time. All of them under the age of 12. And from the looks of the other victims, they were spared. It seemed S wasn't a complete monster in some respect.

"Harry?"

It was Ron. He had appeared first on the scene, making his rounds. The Hybrid village was part of his rounds. He had sounded the alerts. Harry had gotten there last. About fifteen agents were already there, picking up the pieces. The women...the women had gotten it the worst. Beheaded, torn limb from limb. Blood had stained the grass all around them, while the fire had burned everything to the ground. The murders here made moscow look tame.

"Yeah Ron?"

"The Death Eaters were found as well. Two burned to death, one beheaded. The rest with the curse. Our agents as well."

"How many did you have here?"

"6. Mainly to keep the Death Eaters away from the Hybrids."

"Hybrids?"

Ron knelt down nexto to Harry. "That's whose these people were. A mix of Werewolves and Lychans. The AWC set up their own village for them. The Lychans wanted nothing to do with them, neither did the werewolves really."

"Politics."Harry snarled. "Blood politics. Merlin's beard."

"Harry, there's something else."

"Will it make this even worse?"

"Yes."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. "Give it to me, mate."

"Excluding the Death Eaters, and the children, this is the recreation of the Massacre of 1312 in a village outside of Berlin. The men were torn apart, while the women had just suffered the killing curse. It was a retaliation to the death of a friend who had wandered into their village by accident on a full moon."

"Let me guess. Allesandra was the one behind the massacre."

"Farrah was a confidante of some sort to Allesandra. She had written journals of Allesandra's escapades and history...which are now in the Salem Academic Library. Allesandra was blind with grief and rage. She took her rage out on the Lychan tribes. She killed 400 of them that night. Only twelve of them were survivors. Children."

"Allesandra never killed children."Harry stated firmly.

"No she didn't. And she only killed women if they were a danger to her. No one is accusing her of this crime Harry, but...if S is recreating scenes of Allesandra's past....then we're going to being seeing more of stuff like this. This killer has no conscience." Ron eyed the children. "And S is making it plain to everyone."

"Harry!" Ron and Harry turned to see Michael, another agent running towards them. He was waving a piece of parchment. The two of them stood and waited for the man to reach them. "S left another message!"he gasped skidding to a halt. "It's for you."

Harry frowned and took the parchment:

Dearest Harry,

How does it feel my dear?
Knowing you can't protect them anymore?
The deaths of these men, women, and children.
Their blood stains the world tonight.
I am making my claim here and now.
No one is safe from me and my Animals.
The traitors of our kind are almost gone.
The world will not care.
But unfortunately for you, you do.
Their blood is on your hands as well as mine Dear Harry.
Until my next kill

Yours
Sascha

"Blaming me now huh?"Harry crumpled the parchment and threw it to the ground. "Fucking bitch. So now she names herself? What the fuck is the woman trying to do?"

"She's trying to get under your skin."Ron pointed out. "And she's succeeding. Harry you need a clear head to fight her."

"What did she say her name was?"Michael asked, before Harry could shoot a comment back.

"Sascha."

"I'll have Catalina run a check ,see if she can dig anything up on a Sascha. Hopefully we'll find something." Michael turned and then stiffened. Harry and Ron looked at each other and turned as well.

Allesandra had just arrived. The white haired witch on the ground, holding a fallen child to her chest, tears streaming down her face. A sight to behold for everyone. Very few saw Allesandra lose control of her emotions. Harry had witnessed it twice.

"Ah..."Michael cleared his throat. "I'll uh...just go..."And off he went.

A tear stained face looked up at Harry. Her black eyes had turned green. Harry paused. Green? "Too much innocence lost,"the witch choked out. "Only a true monster would kill innocence."

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Ron shifted uncomfortably as Harry had knelt down next to Allesandra. Ron never really cared for the Dark Witch, but he had to admit she and Harry had some sort of friendship, a balance between the two of them. As the war had gotten worse and the death toll larger, Harry had turned to Allesandra. She knew war all to well herself, for she knew nothing but that for several centuries. As Harry comforted Allesandra, Ron walked around the site.


When the trio had first met Allesandra, Hermione instantly began reading up on her. Of course she would , what else would she do? In any case, the three of them found out the basic history on Allesandra, that she had grown up in a mixed magical community called Nor' Del, one of the many that had gotten hit by the Ravagers, a group of muggle savage warrors that had brought terror across the land for their ruthlessness and thirst for killing.

Allesandra's parents, A Quartermaine and a Taltos, two people from two of the ten original families of magic, died there. Everyone did. She was the only survivor. After that the history books speak for itself. Allesandra erased the terror that the Ravagers held on the population, creating her own army of muggles and magic and bringing down death and destruction.

What intrigued Hermione most of all was how Allesandra stayed alive for 1000 years, before she discovered the Amulet of Corrisa. The mixing of the dragon and vampire blood that she injected in herself, Ron shuddered at the thought. He hated needles, and even the magical community hadn't gotten rid of them. And he didn't want to know how Allesandra injected herself before needles came along.

"Nasty as hell,"One of agents muttered as Ron passed the group of women that had been killed.

Nasty. That was what Allesandra could be. He watched her in battle. Against Voldemort. Against the Death Eaters. She had 4,000 years of experience towards war and even Voldemort couldn't hold his own against her. The trio had met Allesandra and The Renegades by accident, stumbling across a battle during Harry's hunt. All three had gotten hurt rather badly, out for about three days.

When they came too, they found themselves in a hidden, unearthed temple in woods of Ireland, one of the many hideaways for Allesandra and The Renegades. They were in the village of Tornix, a vampire clan. As they healed, they found out that Allesandra made an alliance with the OOTP, mainly to have them help her get her daughter back. Around a month before Dumbledore's death, Voldemort had kidnapped Malicia.

They also learned more about the vampire clans, the Lychan clans(and quickly learned the difference between a Lychan and a Werewolf), and the first ten families of Magic. Hermione was thrilled beyond belief. She pumped Allesandra for tons of information, happy for once about having someone to tell her of the history they were forced to learn during school.

"Hey, Weasley! We have a live one!" one of the agents yelled, bending over one the male victims. Harry and Ron had both looked up and had instantly joined the agent. Harry kneeled down to look over the man.

"Sir...sir?" Ron asked as Harry felt for wounds.

"Shallow breathing. He took a couple curses to the chest. Too much damage on the inside. Mediwizards won't help."

"I....saw....her...."the dying man gasped out.

"What?"

"Harry Potter....she showed herself to us. She...made her men....back off...."

"How many did she have with her?"

"Many. A few...women....I stayed alive....to tell you....who I saw....."

"Sir....who did you see?"

The man took in a deep breath, and Ron heard the shallowness. He hadn't had much time left. "A face...of a dead...woman."

Harry frowned. "Sir?"

"She had died during the Second War...but she's back....no longer fighting for your side....she had the face of a dead woman I tell you...."

"Who was it?"Ron asked.

The man grabbed Harry around the neck and pulled the bewildered man down, to just an inch away. Harry flinched at the smell of death that was coming from him. "Harry Potter....it was....Ginny Weasley."


Nothing else was heard as Ron had passed out.

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30 Minutes Later: The War Room

"I don't fucking believe it!" Ron shouted.

It was third time Ron had said it, the second time since Hermione,Taylor, Harry, Catalina and a few other top agents had piled into the rarely used war room. Harry was standing with his back to them, looking at the picture profile on the wall.

Catalina had dug of the TFD(The Fallen Database), which detailed every fallen witch or wizard that died during the war. The American Wizarding Council and the MMIA had databases of all sorts of databases. They like to mention that they were the most organized out of all the magical ministries. And they probably were. Which was the reason why Hermione decided to join the MMIA, and after three years of working on their own, convinced Ron and Harry to join.

Now Harry was staring at Ginny's profile, skating over the DOB and DOD. He didn't need reminding. She had received honors for her participation in several vampire versus death eater and dementor battles. She had dueled twice with Voldemort. Survived a brutal fight with Angel. Took out three Death Eaters, a couple giants, and killed a couple werewolves that had joined Voldemort. And met her end at the Battle of Farona.

The vampire clan of Farona has been suddenly seiged by Death Eaters and Dementors during the day. Their human companions could only do so much, and Ginny who had no way of reaching Harry, Ron or Hermione(who were...uh fighting Voldemort at the time) led the charge with ten members of the Order, and twenty Renegades.

Harry sighed. They won the battle, but at a cost. Several died. Moody, Tonks, (which just about killed Remus almost, who had died at the Final Battle),several vampires, about six or seven Renegades, and Ginny herself. All of them received the Fire Funeral(the vampires had their own version of it). The Fire Funeral was an ancient ritual, first brought about the Ten Families. Dumbledore had a version of it himself. It was standard that after burning the bodies, the ashes were melted into the slabs of stone they were on, and then a preservation, protection and anti-resurrection bind were put on it.

"I'm telling you it's not possible!"Ron's voice penetrated Harry's thoughts. "Several spells were put on her stone. Even if someone gotten hold of the Book, we had put enough binds on it make sure the Resurrection Bind couldn't be used. Besides only one Book is left and we have it!"

"Actually Ron there are two left,"Hermione said coolly.

'And both are protected by ancient magic!" Taylor interjected. "Even Allesandra can't penetrate the binds to get it, even with the fucking amulet."

The Book. Harry blinked. He'd forgotten. The Ancient Magic. The first ten families, each one had created it. The Malfonna's, The Ollivander's, The Weslanna's, The Taltos, The Quartermaine's, The Riverstronna's, The Ravenclaw and Slytherin Families(Harry wasn't happy to find out that the Gryffindor family missed being a Ancient Family by 400 years), the Loringstron's, and the Valdermera's.

The Valdermera, The Taltos, and The Loringstron families were all wiped out by the Ravegers, their books destroyed during the raids as well. Allesandra was able to save the Quartermaine one, The Ollivanders had destroyed theirs during the Second War, Rowena and Salazar had theirs destroyed during the middle ages, the Weasleys(descendents of the Weslanna's)and the Malfoy's(descendents of the Malfonna's) had theirs destroyed as well, during the Black Plague.

The AWC and MMIA had the Riverstronna's book in their archives, protected by some of the oldest magic, so did Allesandra's. When her daughter Cassandra had been killed by Voldemort(and who so kindly delivered her dead body to his enemy), she had been filled with grief and rage and tried to break through the barriers and the binds to get to it, so she can give her daughter life again...but couldn't.

"Besides the protection spells can't be broken, "Harry interrupted the argument, turning away from wall. "So there was no way Ginny could of been resurrected. And we all saw her body. She died that day. She also burned that day. So let's take a page from Hermione and think of this logically all right. We have two more explanations."

"And what would those be?"Ron snapped. He still wasn't taking the accusation towards his late sister well. The wound that had been left by her death was reopened.

"We either have a Metamorphmagus or an Illusioner."Harry said simply. "We'll know for sure if I'm right if there's another survivor. Sascha must of known that one had briefly survived. She had shown them her face for that reason. If and when she attacks again, if another survivor says he saw her, and then says he saw a different face, we'll know who we're dealing with. The AWC and the MMIA have registration databases on all Meta's and Illusioners."

"Plus they are rare,"Hermione pointed out. "Only three Illusioners have been born in the past three decades, maybe three Meta's. I suggest we rule out the youngest."

"Please let's do,"Ron said tightly. "I doubt Fred would appreciate us accusing his daughter Jade of being a killer."

Harry and Hermione stared at Ron. He sighed. "Jade's an Illusioner."

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Information You Need To Know:

Lychans: A form of witch and wizards that were born with the ability to shift in the form of wolves. They are as old as the First Ten Families of Magic. Werewolves were made by a Lychan bite. The Lychans would like to forget that werewolves don't exist.

Vampire Clans: There are ten of them. All of them had refused to join Voldemort, for they were loyal to Allesandra. The only ones that did were called the Rogues, ones that had no loyalty to a clan.

The First Ten Families of Magic: You'll learn more about them in the next chapter.

The Renegades: Think of the OOTP, but they have muggles in their organization as well. American based.

Amulet of Corrisa: Okay, might as well tell you. The Amulet of Corrisa was created by Corrisa herself. She was a witch from one of the First Ten Families. She had the unnatural talent of sapping other people's powers from them, therefore she stored them in an amulet she had created. She then fed her own powers and abilities in it before she died. The amulet works by connecting itself to the wearer's lifeline, giving the wearer immortal life and extreme powers, but will drain the wearer of his/her life if seperated for more than a couple days. Hence the wearer must always have it or die.

The Book: The First Ten Families created a book of ancient magic rites,rituals and spells. Some of them mainly gear towards bring life back to the dead. But there is a warning that if done wrongly, the one brought back to life would be dark and unnatural.

AWC: American Wizarding Council...A large parliament of some sorts. The governing body of the american magic users.

The MMIA: Basically an agency for magic and muggles.

Vampire Clan of Farona: One of the ten clans. Not many of them left. More information on them later. The clans are ruled by a King and Queen.

Companions: Each vampire has a human companion. Muggle or magic user. They basically do their daylight work for them.

Metamorphmagus: Remember Tonks from OOTP?

Illusioner: Another rare form of witch or wizard. They have the ability to create illusions with their mind and force feed people visions. They also have the ability to get into your head and make you see hallucinations. Very good choice for Aurors.

Fire Funeral: Given to a hero or a soldier of war. They are set on a large slab of stone, and then burned. Once the fire dies out, they meld the hero's or soldier's ashes into the slab of stone and then put a bunch of protection and preservation spells.

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