After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

December 15th
St. Talon's Mental Wellness Center For The Magically Muddled.

"This is even nastier than the werewolf village,"Ron said disgusted, stepping over a severed arm, his skin a pale shade of green.

Harry nodded, not saying anything. Sascha and her followers had attacked the mental hospital two hours earlier. The agents placed there had died as well...about six of them. Harry,Ron, and the others found them at the entrance. They agents had split up, most of them stopping the blazes that were set.

"Anyone feel like telling me what this attack resembles?"Harry asked tiredly. He felt like he was being taken through actual history due to the historical aspects of each attack. Allesandra certainly was nasty in her past.

"According to Taylor,"Ron looked down at his notes, "around 600 years ago a hospice for elderly and dying was here. A few lepers, mostly muggles and a few witches and wizards."

Harry frowned, and pushed back some of his hair which had escape the ponytail he put it in.
"She attacked a hospice? That's odd. She normally didn't attack the weak or sick..."

"Taylor said she had gone into a fit of insanity, caused by the amulet. A burst of power and she had no sense of self at the time, only a need for death and destruction." Ron and Harry sidestepped a detached head and turned down a blood spattered hallway. Two other agents were in this one, taking down mental patients that were nailed to walls.

"She apparently rampaged for three days, unable to stop. After she attacked the hospice, she went on to destroy three settlements. About 3500 people died in that three day rage." Ron finished.

"Fuck."

"Exactly. Apparently about twenty years later, Allesandra set a memorial for the attacks, and created this place here to replace the hospice. She even donated about 300,000 galleons. She does it every year. Her way of apologizing. Guess she has a decent side of her." Ron shot Harry a look. "Then again, you've known her longer than anyone else...you've been in her company more."

"She does have a decent side. A loving, decent side. You should see her with Raven and James."Harry paused. "She's kept her humanity, despite everything. That's what gave her an edge over Voldemort. He had no humanity left in him."

"And apparently neither does this Sascha."

"Harry! We found Anastasia!"a wizard's cry was heard down the hall.

"Alive?"

"Dead."

"Damn.

"Who's Anastasia?" Ron asked.

"A decoy. I set several of them up, women who bore slight resemblences to Angel. I have about six of them set in different hospitals." Harry hurried down the hall, passing severed limbs, hanging bodies from the rafters and others in all forms of unspeakable acts of violence.

Ron closed his eyes for a moment as Harry and the other wizard talked about Anastasia's fate. This attack was one of the worst he's seen. Over the years, he and Harry had helped the fight against Dark Magic, taking out rising Dark Witches and Wizards before they could get out of hand. With Hermione on board, working on projects overseas, and rising in the ranks, the three of them set up an section of the MMIA and AWC, training wizards and witches in methods on how to deal with the dark arts...and how to use them with respect.

The Second War had shown Ron, Harry and Hermione that in order to fight evil, you had to use evil....but also control it for own uses. Harry had joined forces with a different kind of evil...Allesandra. She had shown the three of them that the dark arts were just a form a magic that was abused. That the Unforgivable Curses were originally created as something for defense and protection, the torture curse and the controlling curse were to be used on spies, while the killing curse was to be used in dire emergencies. That they were created to be used for good, but instead were abused by wizards and witches who craved power.

"Weasley..."an agent appeared at his side.

"Yes?"

"We found a survivor. Breathing is shallow, but she's unconscious. We've already informed Potter that we're taking her over to the med-lab at the MMIA. We're going to send some Handlers over to clean this mess up."

"Good. Where's Harry?"

"Anastasia's room. Be careful. Nastier in there than it is out here." the agent pointed down a corridor and walked away, joining two others.

As Ron walked, he remembered. Harry was eager to learn from Allesandra, despite his reservations about the Dark Magic that surrounded her. And she was willing to teach all three what many considered the thin line between dark and light. The OOTP, The Rengades, The Vampire Clans and The Lychan Tribes had all teamed up together to fights aginst Voldemort and his legions. Or actually the 8 Vampire clans. Two them stayed out of the war, the same with two of the twelve Lychan tribes.

Allesandra had privately given Harry his own lessons, showing how to use the dark arts with respect and control. She had taken the role of mentor over, replacing Dumbledore in a sense. Remus Lupin and Molly Weasley hadn't taken to well with that and had several arguments over her influence on Harry. Ron's mother was more vocal than Remus, accusing her of trying to make Harry in a Dark Wizard.

Harry hadn't changed much under Allesandra's tutelage. He had become somewhat hardened during the war, and the things he was learning certainly changed some of his views but he still retained some of his former self. Harry had confided in Ron and Hermione that she actually told him of her past, what her parents were like, what it was like to grow up in a time when muggles actually viewed wizards and witches as immortal beings to be worshipped. That the mythological gods were actually skewered versions of powerful witches and wizards from the past. How she vowed to avenge her parents death and defeat her own mortality.

But if there was one thing Ron had to admit, Harry had become more powerful and ruthless under Allesandra's teachings. Allesandra have even helped him unearth his heritage, as the Potters were direct descendents of the Riverstronna's line, and in fact could prove it through the Potter Line,a book of the Potter ancestry. Harry even had a couple vampires in his line, who he met in the war. Jacinda and Paris Potter, brother and sister, about 400 years old and the leaders of the Vampire Clan of Killora. Jacinda and Paris were both extremely reclusive, and hard to find. They were last rumored to be living in the deep woods of China with the rest of the their clan.

"Harry...do you plan on meeting the survivor...holy crap." Ron stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance to room where Harry was, who was at this time slumped against a wall, his eyes closed and weariness rolling off him in waves.

The room was a disaster. Blood everywhere, splattered on the walls. Two orderlies were dismemebered, body parts all over, their heads stuck onto broken pipes. And the woman, the woman was nailed to a wall, her hands held their by nails, the same with feet. A message written in blood was above her.

"One fake Angel down, many more I'm sure to find. Can't keep her hidden forever dear Harry. Once again innocent blood has been spilled, and I place that burden onto you. Many more innocent shall perish for my quest to avenge my past will come forth. Seek me out Harry and we shall put this to end,"Ron read aloud.

"She's looking for Angel. Why?"

"To use her possibly. Remember, Voldemort trained her to be a weapon. Say the right word, and a unbeatable killer will take over." Harry said tiredly. "He created a trigger word that bring out her fighting side. There's another trigger word that put her to sleep and send that side of her into hiding."

"Do you think we should take Angel out? Bring her into the protective walls of the MMIA?"

"No. That's what she's waiting for." Harry pushed himself against the wall. "Come on, let's get to the med lab. The Handlers will be able to take care of the rest."

Ron laid a hand on his friend's shoulder, stopping him. "This isn't your fault Harry. You didn't do this, she did. Don't let her make you feel guilty about something you couldn't prevent."

Harry turned back to Ron, and he was met with a pair of green eyes that had definitely seen more than they should of. Weariness, regret and distress were evident. " Too late. She already has."

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The Med Lab(20 Minutes Later)

"Has she come to yet?" Harry asked Hermione as she emerged from the lab.

"About ten minutes before you got here. She's in better conditon than the last one who was able to tell us anything. The minute she came to, she starting ranting about the devil and evil. She yelled about several men and a few women, going by the names of animals. How the devil herself called her followers Animals and instructed them to destroy, kill and search for the psychic."

"Animals huh? She see any of their faces?"

Hermione shook her head. "All of them were wearing masks. According to Silva, and that would be the survivor, about four of them were women, all of them had weapons. Sias and swords. But she did see the showdown between Anastasia and The Lady, as she is apparently called by her so called Animals."

"Showdown? So Ana fought back?"Harry asked.

"As good as she could apparently. Wasn't a fair fight though. Sascha was joined by four of her men in the middle of it and then it became quite bloody and brutal." Hermione paused. "Uh Harry, Silva said that Sascha had dropped her hood, revealed herself to Ana before they started fighting."

"Ah, let me guess. She saw Ginny,"Ron spat out.

"Nope....Harry you aren't going to like this."

"Hermione, I haven't like anything that has taken place in the past month. So just tell me okay?"

"Fine. Silva said she saw Allesandra."

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Allesandra's Manor- An Hour Later


Ron and Harry ducked as a cauldron went flying by them and smashedagainst a wall. And then ducked again as several books went flying towards them.

"Mother!"

"Damn it Allesandra, will you just listen!"

"Insolent bastards! Rude, intolerable little shits! How dare you!"

"Allesandra!"

"No respect! Absolutely none. And a Weasley to boot! You were taught better!"

"Mother!"

"Allesandra stop! He didn't mean to say it!"

"Mother stop!"

"Like hell I will!"

"Mother all they were doing--"

"All they were doing was accusing me of atrocities I didn't commit!"the furious witch had yelled, as the whirwind of flying objects started flying towards the three other people in the room. The amulet around her neck was black and shooting out gusts of wind.

"For god sakes they weren't accusing you!"Mali shouted back, as she ducked a vial of shrinking potion. "But if you keep this little fit up, Harry might as well lock you up!"


It was going well. After the little bombshell that an unsuspecting survior had dropped, Taylor and Hermione requested that Harry and Ron go confront Allesandra. Hermione was convinced that Allesandra hadn't done it, that she was being framed. But Taylor was adamant about getting something from the elder witch.

So Harry and Ron went. Malicia was already there, helping her mother pack potions and creams to deliver to Lucinda and Severa. Ron and Harry then told Allesandra about the attack at the hospital. Allesandra commiserated, made sympathy noises. Everything was going well. Until Ron opened his big mouth and said that Silva accused her of it and that she saw her there and he was hoping that Allesandra would confess and save them all of the trouble. Oh and he also made the little comment about how hard it was to stop killing for a couple decades, that she must of gotten bored and decided to start murdering and rampaging again.

That was when books, potions, cauldrons and anything else that could be thrown, was thrown. Harry realized the mistake of making this little visit in her potions room. A bigger mistake of course was letting Ron actually talk to his mother in law. That was a mistake he couldn't rectify.

Malicia was valiantly trying to calm her mother down, who had gotten quite pissed off by the accusations. At one point she gotten shoved by her mother into a wall, who seemed to be bent on silencing Ron. Ron himself, well he was beginning to regret his remarks. Of course that was probably because he just dodged three knives. It wasn't a smart thing to do really, to accuse a witch of atrocities, and said witch had the power to throw things with her mind. Truly dumb really. Especially if the wizard had a death wish.

"Damn you Ron. You and your fucking mouth!"Malicia yelled, ducking a vial of dragon blood which crashed into a wall. "When the hell are you ever going to fucking learn!"

"It just slipped out!"Ron protested feebly, wincing as thick book hit him in the knees. "Aw shit that hurt."

"Damn it Alle!" Harry shouted, sidestepping another flying cauldron. "Turn it off will you! I don't think you did it. Ron just inserted his own foot. Don't listen to him."

Allesandra paid no attention, hurling another knife towards Ron who was thrown to the ground by Malicia. It missed his head by an inch. Well, he was now severely in debt to Harry's wife. Another thing that wasn't good.

"Wretched boy!" The dark witch yelled, her black eyes glowing green, her white hair showing signs of red. "Foul mouth and poisonous to boot!"

"Mother! Stop this now or Raven and James will NOT be coming over any time soon." Malicia yelled, deflecting a swelling potion away from her husband.

THAT seemed to penetrate, for the flying objects all suddenly dropped. The amulet had gone to white, and Harry watched as her eyes changed back to black, and her hair was once again white. She collapsed into a chair behind her, her energy seemingly spent.

Ron peeked over the edge of an upturned table. "Is it safe?"

Malicia rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Ronald Weasley. Can you learn to control that mouth? What do you think Gina would do to me, if I told her that her husband was killed due to a bad case of inserting foot into mouth disease."

"Shut it both of you,"Harry snarled, kicking a couple books away. He made his way over and sat opposite of the tired witch. "Got that little temper tantrum out of the way yet?"

Allesandra glare at him, sullen. She was still pissed, but all her energy was spent. It sucked, having your life tied to an object.

"Good. As I was saying before Ron made his stupid comments, was that apparently Sascha decided to take your form. Or at least show your face. We know it wasn't you okay?"

"Well, thank you for that small favor,"She snapped.

"We know it wasn't you because the last time Sascha showed her face someone saw Ginny."

Allesandra blinked at that new piece of information. "Really? So you have an Illusioner or Meta on your hands? Interesting."

"Only you would think that would be interesting,"Ron snarled, as Malicia pulled him up.

Allesandra stared at Ron. "Do you want to be boiled in oil? Or perhaps spontaneously combust? Because I'll do it you know."

"Hold it. Alle, calm down. Right now we're researching for Illusioners and Metas. Do you know any that might be around?"

"No. I only know one Meta,well two really, but they're both dead. Tonks of course. And Cassandra."

Malicia looked up from the stack of book she set down. "Cassandra was a Meta?"

"Yes. How do you think she was able to be to infiltrate Voldemort's circles when she was younger? It was really a piece of bad luck that when Voldemort confronted her, she was in her usual form. She took after me in looks, looked like me really before the vampire and dragon blood started changing me."

"Well this information doesn't help because Cassandra's dead."Ron said bluntly, not realizing the affect his words had on the witch.

Allesandra stiffened. "No need to remind me Mr Weasley. After all I did find her body."

Ron blushed, properly put his place.