After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

Prologue
Moscow, Russia
30 years later

A woman, as far as anyone looking could tell was a woman, wearing a dark red robe with a hood covering her features, stared at the scene before her. The entrance to the large brown house was just twenty feet away. It was large, about four stories high. It had a victorian look to it, despite it being tucked away in a isolated part of the town. Woods surrounded it and the three smaller buildings attached to the bigger one. The only way to get to a town from this place was to go down a small narrow path in the woods to get to the main road...and the nearest town was over an hour away.

"It looks like Potter worked hard to find a place to put the safehouse," a man with dark brown skin, brown eyes murmured.

"Indeed," the woman replied,her voice soft. "Are you sure this is the place Fox?"

"Yes. There are 14 of them in there. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy are among them. Just like we were told."

"Good." the hooded woman turned to face the dark skinned man...and twelve other men, wearing black robes. "Hide yourselves and round them up. We have work to do."

The thirteen nodded, slipped on white masks over their faces and moved towards the house.

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(A few minutes later)

"Narcissa! Run!" A male voice shouted out in panic. Narcissa had barely heard the warning for she was in her bed. She bolted upright, got out of the bed and ran to the window. She watched in horror as men in black robes and white masks started casting curses. She whirled away from the sight and jerked open her door, only to come face to face with one of them.

"Narcissa, I assume?" the man asked, his voice muffled due to the mask. Before she could say anything he grabbed her arms and then proceeded to drag her down the stairs. Within munutes she was thrown into a room, where twelve others were. Her husband Lucius hugged her to him, while the rest of the group stared at the twelve masked men pointed their wands at them.

"Damn Potter for his insistence of not having wands," Lucius growled, his voice loud in his wife's ear.

"It was the only way we could get into the protection program," Narcissa whispered. "And I doubt he was thought that any of this would happen."

One of the masked men stepped forward and pressed the tip of his wand against Lucius's temple. "Stop chattering," he snarled. "There's no point of bemoaning the loss of your wand."

"Especially since wands still wouldn't of helped in this matter," another said, his voice filled with arrogance.

"Wolf, back away my good man. Have you checked their arms?"

"No need. The Lady told us who to look for. We found them. A group of Death Eaters hiding in Moscow. Guess Potter couldn't figure out a more suitable place to hide them, huh?" he chuckled.

"It worked, Leopard. Potter was able to hide them for 30 years."

"We would of found them sooner, Wolf. The Lady was just biding her time." the one called Leopard turned to the other three. "Are there any more here? We have the Malfoy's, the Nott's, the StrangeLove's..."

"The Forressters are in America,along with the Derringers and Carrington's." one of the three spoke up. "The rest here were supporters of Voldemort, just not as well known."

"Well then, well done, Fox."

"What do we do now?"

"We wait. We wait for what The Lady will want."

Narcissa exchanged looks with Lucius. 'The Lady?' she mouthed to him.

Lucius barely shook his head, his grey eyes for the first time in his life displaying concern. He didn't know who The Lady was, but from the sounds of it she was in charge. Perhaps he could plead his case to her, let him, Narcissa and the others go back to their lives.

"Oh I wish it could be that simple Lucius,"a cold, feminine voice said softly. Lucius stiffened and tore his eyes away from his shaking wife to now see a woman, or what he thought might be a woman. She was wearing a red robe with a hood covering her head, hiding her face. He could only make out a few tresses on black hair that escaped from the confines, a thin pale hands,one holding a long red wand. "I am not going to let you go back to your lives. However peaceful it was while living under the protection of Potter and the MMIA, your life is now going to end...But think of it as a mercy killing really. After all for 30 years now you had to live without magic...such a disgrace for a Malfoy isn't it?"

Lucius, knowing full well that he shouldn't rise to her bait, couldn't resist to narrow his eyes. "And what the hell do you know anything about a Malfoy?" he spat out. "You know nothing--"

"Silence!" the woman hissed. "You are no longer a Malfoy. You have no reign over the Malfoy name. Your son does. And he is using his name for the right reasons....although he will still die when this is all over. Your death, and the death of your fellow Death Eaters will be just the beginning."

"The beginning of what?" Narcissa asked, finally speaking up. She put a hand on her husband's shoulder to keep him from saying something else that might anger the woman. Narcissa could practically the smell the power radiating off her. She was dangerous. Plain and simple. Voldemort hadn't even had this kind of presence the woman had now.

"The beginning of a new reign of terror." the woman said simply. "I will show the world that what Voldemort had done will be nothing compared to what I am about to do. I will overshadow the legacy he left behind. Most dangerous dark wizard they claim. He was nothing compared to me. And today will the beginning. Today I will make them see. By the time I'm done, our people will wish Voldemort was back." She pointed her long red wand at Narcissa. "You will finally be good for something Narcissa. Your death will be the only legacy you leave. Avada Kedavra!"

The group of shivering Death Eaters stared in mute horror, as the green light shot out of the wand and hit Narcissa. Life faded from her in an instant, and her body fell to the floor. Lucius stared at his dead wife, numb with shock, his ears not even registering the woman shouting the killing curse to him, not even feeling anything as his life left him.

The woman turned to one of the masked men. "Wolf. Finish the rest. Leopard, Fox, you and the others prepare the bodies. We have a lot do before we are finished with this place." With those simple words she walked out.


_________________________About An Hour Later_______________________________


"Are the poles ready to rise?" Fox asked. He stared at the 14 poles, all constructed as makeshift crosses with the lifeless bodies of the once powerful Death Eaters tied onto them.

"I still don't see the significance of these things."

"More of a statement really," Leopard answered. "The muggles who find them will think of the muggle that died on the cross thousands of years ago. But to Potter, it'll just be a statement in his mind. He'll know what he's going up against. Lord Voldemort never did this."

"No. He preferred stealth. Never did anything obvious." Wolf commented, joining the two. He had just finished tying Narcissa to her own makeshift cross. The others were almost done.

"You had to admit though, the man had class."

"Did he now?" the same soft feminine voice from earlier asked. Fox, Wolf, and Leopard jumped slightly. The three turned towards her. They couldn't make out her face,which wasn't unusual,but the could tell they just angered her. "You think that Lord Voldemort had class?"

"I didn't mean it like that, My Lady." Wolf said quickly. "He just preferred to be on the sidelines, and not make statements." He paused. "Well not like this one is going to be."

She chuckled. "Well said, Wolf. Yes, Lord Voldemort had class. But I don't care. I'm not doing this for the Which-Dark-Witch-Or-Wizard-Had-Class award. I'm doing this for one simple reason." she turned to the 14 crosses lying on the ground and pointed her wand. "Sto, steti," She cried out.

Within minutes, all of the Death Eaters that were tied to the crosses, were up. The Lady then pointed her wand at the large house. "Incendio!" Once again she pointed to the Death Eaters. "Servo Ex Incendia!" A blueish sort of glow surrounded them and stayed.

Wolf turned to her. "My Lady...what would that be?" He asked cautiously as the house began burning.

"To protect them from the fire," was all she said. "We must go. Apparate to the manor. We will work on our plans to deal with the Death Eaters in America...and how to deal with Angel De Mercy."

The men stilled at the mentioning of the woman who was once considered to be Voldemort's protege. The child who was psychic and psychotic, raised by Voldemort himself. Whose loyalty to Voldemort was absolute, everyone was told. That is until she found out the truth about her parents death and in the end helped Harry Potter destroy the man she considered her father. Everyone had known that afterwards Harry Potter had then took Angel under his own protection. But no one had found out what he did with her. Wolf finally decided to speak up,clearing his throat.

"Angel De Mercy? Are you sure about this My Lady? I mean no one knows where she is...I mean it's kind of hard to kill a pyschic. She'll see it coming."

The Lady chuckled. "Oh I don't doubt that. I don't plan on killing that pyschotic killing machine. I plan on using her. That is if I convince her to aid me in my plans. That might be a little hard but it'll be worth it. Now go."

Wolf nodded, and the men began to apparate. The Lady turned back to the burning house and her victims. She heard a screech in the air and looked up. She held out her arm and a large raven landed on it. She took out a rolled up parchment and tied it around one of the raven's legs. "Take this to Hermione Granger." She whispered. "No reply is needed." The raven screeched once more and flew off. She took one last look at the her work, let out a cackling loud laugh and apparated.


________________________Salem, Massachusetts_________________________________


A tall, slender woman with long curly brown hair and brown eyes stared at the building in front of her as sighed with content. She finally gotten her transfer. You would think, being second in charge of the Magical Muggle Intelligence Agency, or MMIA for short, that getting transferred to where she wanted would be easy. But no. It wasn't. It was almost as hard as getting to be second in charge. She was still trying to actually get to be first in charge but apparently the American Wizard and Witch Council was still trying to deal with the fact that they let a woman be second in command. She had a feeling though it was only due to the fact that Harry Potter said he wouldn't stay in the MMIA if they wouldn't promote her.

"Enjoying the view, Vice Director Granger?" someone asked behind her.

It sounded very solemn, but she could of sworn there was a hint of laughter in it. She turned and and the site she saw made her smile. A tall man with red hair, a large nose and brown eyes. He had a scar on his right cheek that tapered down and around to the back of his neck, mostly hidden by his hair. "Ron!" she greeted happily. "When did you get transferred to Salem?"

"About the same time you did. Apparently Harry was threatening to go back to England if I didn't get sent here either." Ron shrugged. "I guess the Council still doesn't want him to go."

"Can you blame him? Allesandra Quartermaine hasn't killed any of their members since he married Malicia. They've had 28 years of peace and they probably think if he goes, his influence on her goes."

Ron snorted. "Harry has no influence whatsoever on Allesandra. She's just staying quiet because it suits her." He waved a hand towards the building. "So, are you ready to go in and sit in your new office Vice Director?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Quit calling me that. Just because I happen to be one of your bosses doesn't mean you need to be so...formal with me. I'm sure Harry won't."

"Harry won't give a right shit." Ron stated simply as they began walking. He stopped at the door and inserted his wand into a narrow piece of metal next to one of the doors. "I've never seen him speak kindly to authority figures. You would probably be the first."

"Agent Ron Weasley," a mechanical voice droned out. "Security clearance 7, Muggle Partner Cassidy Roland has already entered building. You can now enter." Ron took his wand back out and turned to Hermione. "Your turn."

Hermione stepped forward and slipped her wand in. A few seconds went by and the same mechanical voice spoke. "Vice Director Hermione Granger. New transfer from Austin,Texas. Security Clearance 10. Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts. You may enter." Both doors then slid open and the two quickly entered. "So," She slipped off her brown cloak and tucked it under her arm. "How are you and Gina?" she asked, referring to his wife.

"Great. She thinks she's pregnant again and is threatening to castrate me if she is." Ron grinned. "We have eight kids now. Astrid and Dayna are in their last year at the Salem Academy for Witches And Wizards, and Halley will be going to Hogwarts next year."

"Is Harry in yet?" Hermioned asked, eager to see her friend. It had been two years since they last saw each other, even though they constantly owled each other. "How are Malicia and their kids?" Ron's face darkened for a moment when Malicia's name was mentioned. It was well known that Ron and Malicia did not get along, hadn't gotten along since they first met and probably never will. Harry and Malicia hadn't like each other when they met as well and had been downright hostile towards each other for a while but it eventually changed. Ron and Harry had several arguements about Harry and Malicia and the two boys had at one point refused to talk to each other, Harry saying that Ron needed to accept Malicia and Ron saying he never would. It wasn't until Malicia saved his life that the the boys started their friendship back up and Malicia and Ron...well they grudgingly made a truce.

"I don't know if he's in. He's been visiting Angel De Mercy a lot. She's apparently been having some visions that haven't been helping her regain her sanity. And Malicia and their kids are fine. James is in his last year and Raven's in her fourth year. You do know Malfoy is in this area too right? He works with the Renegades."

"Renegades?" Hermioned raised an eyebrow as they passed several offices and cubicles.

Ron nodded. "Think of them as the americanized version of the Order. Muggles, Witches and Wizards alike. They're in an alliance with Allesandra. Malfoy ended up marrying Savannah Dynasty remember? Malicia's best friend."

Hermione nodded. She remembered all right. When Malfoy went on the run after what happened in their sixth year, he ended up in the hands of Isadora Malfoy, a 700 year old vampire and one of his ancestors if you wanted to call her that. Because the vampire clans were loyal to Allesandra, they had not joined Voldemort. Isadora handed Draco over to Allesandra and she protected him. He ended up developing a friendship with Malicia, which was one of the main reasons Ron didn't like her, and fell in love with Savannah Dynasty, a young witch that Allesandra had taken in.

With Draco marrying Savannah and being friends with Malicia, Harry and Draco had to deal with each other. They weren't friends but like Malicia and Ron, they remained civil for the sake of their wives...and children. Draco and Savannah ended up having twins, who they named Draca and Damien and they both befriended Raven, which helped in the long run since Raven ended up sorted into Slytherin when she entered Hogwarts.

"So he works with the Renegades? Their based in Salem aren't they? Just what I needed." Hermioned bemoaned. She then stopped in front of a door that had her name on it. "Well I think we've reached my office."

"Especially since the lettering say 'Vice Director Hermione Granger' on it," Ron teased. "Well I'll let you get settled in while I go find my partner. It's nice to have you here Hermione."

Hermione smiled at her friend. "Bye Ron." She watched her friend's retreating back for a moment and then turned back around and opened her door, entering her new office. It was nothing much to look at. The walls were sparse, a couple plants, and her packages that she had sent beforehand were scattered all over the place. There was a large window though and at the moment it was open...with a beastly looking raven perched on the sill. It let out a loud screech, droppied a rolled up piece of parchment, let out another screech and flew off.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at that. "Well that was friendly," She muttered. She bent down and picked up one parcel and set it down on her desk, one of the few things in her new office and then went over to where the raven had dropped it's own delivery. She picked up the rolled up parchment and frowned at the markings on it. It had the letter S stamped on it in wax and the parchment itself was grey. Frowning she broke the seal,unrolled it and began to read. After reading the first few lines, her eyes widened and she slumped against her desk.


Vice Director

I am claiming my presence here and now to all.
The ones you protect are no longer safe.
Supporters of Voldemort can no longer hide.
The ones in Moscow are now dead.
And the ones in America will soon follow.
Potter is a fool if he thinks he can save them.
He will fail.
And when he finally falls I will be the one makes him do so
I will succeed where Voldemort had failed.
I will show our world what it is to truly feel fear
Heed my warning
For those who don't, a terrible fate will befall them.
S

"Oh bloody hell," Hermione whispered, the letter falling from her hands.