Archmage

Disclaimer: I do not own any Potterverse character (I would like to own Severus Snape, but alas"¦), I do not own Dragonlance characters and I do not own Pratchett's librarian.

AN: I want to see how would Raistlin Majere interact in Potterverse. I\'m trying to give all characters free hand in talking, behaving and interacting. I already found that Snape and Draco are writing themselves and they steal a lot of story with their inane chatting (maybe they became more friendly on the run?). Raistlin is already trying to find some high ranking position in magic world and he tends to talk like Snape, as they are similar characters. Hermione is still the same bookworm, but I think she will be the first to get laid.
So I\'m sorry there\'s not much adult themes yet, but I promise I will coerce them all into some kind of relationships.

Chapter 1

The final battle was just about to end. Harry Potter sent his final blow to Voldemort. Air was thick with magic set loose during the battle. Harry's lightning spell reached its target and the Dark Lord was suddenly surrounded with deadly blaze. This blaze was growing larger and larger, it swallowed not only Voldemort, but Harry also. And not only those two. It seemed to feed on magic in the air, on dead bodies, on living wizards, on everything magical. Harry's and Voldemort's bodies completely vanished, together with nearest dozen still standing wizards, screaming with unbearable horror and pain. Blaze changed color from white to crimson red.

Wind was flowing towards the center of blaze, earth was slightly shaking and air was cracking with electricity like before a great storm. In the middle of red blaze, suddenly a shape of man appeared. Tall thin man in black wizards robe with outstretched arms. In one hand he held some long staff. Blaze slowly faded, earth was still again, air stopped moving, strange wizard collapsed unconscious on the ground.

Poppy, together with a few other nurses from St. Mungos, rushed from one body to another, checking for life signs. Only to find they can do almost nothing. Poppy saw her friends, she saw her students, but most of them were dead. There lay the body of Minerva McGonagall, anger still on her face; next to her Ronald Weasley with his lower half missing. Lucius Malfoy lay on his side, holding his own bloody bowels falling from a big cut over his belly. There were a few of Death Eaters, one of them almost torn apart with something like a claws, Hermione Granger"¦ Suddenly she heard soft moan of pain coming from bloodstained lips of Miss Granger, seventh year Gryffindor, best friend of Boy-Who-No-Longer-Lived.

Because St. Mungos could not take all the mages wounded in the battle, Poppy agreed to care for the former and current students and teachers from Hogwarts and a few others, if she would have some free beds. Poppy quickly put a stasis spell on this young girl and Apparated with her to Hogwarts infirmary, put her on a bed and immediately returned for other living ones. When the night ended, she had in the hospital wing 30 patients, 26 her own and 4 unknown, one of them had an extraordinary golden and hot skin.

Headmistress McGonagall was definitely dead. This left Headmasters function to Severus Snape (who gained Voldemort' s trust and became guardian of Horcruxes, which he destroyed just before battle and became ultimate hero) except for the fact, that he lay there unconscious with a broken limbs and an internal bleeding on one of her beds. So Poppy started her healing duty.