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Harry Potter & the Stone of Dreams	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 15672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mr and Mrs Russo fretted while Justin, George and Ginny decided what to do. Justin figured that Alex would probably take Harry and Hermione somewhere shielded from the normal world — that could only be Wizard World. But he didn't know where they would go once inside.
George spoke up. "Alecto Carrow will want to cut off the power supply to whatever is blocking their spells. That's the way these Death Eaters think — especially Alecto. They aren't so keen to 'win the hearts and minds' so to speak. They just take what they want by killing who or whatever is standing in their way."
"Hermione will know that too then," said Ginny. "So she and Harry will have Alex take them to your central power station to head off the Death Eaters. We'd better hurry, because if Harry and Hermione and your brother and sister don't get there before the Death Eaters, we'll have to."
Without further ado, Justin, Ginny and George went through the Russo's portal into the Wizard World.

~o0o~
Alecto had triangulated the power source. She was astounded by its enormity, and by the fact that it was hidden in a reality pocket just slightly out of phase with the "normal world." They would need a portal to get in — and the portals were relatively easy to locate now that Alecto had discovered the frequencies the power was operating on. She picked the closest one.
TJ Taylor's life had been turned upside down ever since the Russos had freed his parents from his control, and Alex had exposed his Magical Abuse of a Normal. He had been a shoo-in for the Family Wizard Contest because he was an only child. But now his powers had been suspended indefinitely. He had been searching for months through his family's lair for something — anything that he could use against his parents to bring them back under his thumb — but to no avail.
Once he found something though, he'd show them, he'd show them all. The first thing he was going to do when he got his powers back was destroy Alex Russo — maybe he'd have his way with her first. As far as he was concerned, it was her fault that he'd ended up losing his powers.
A loud explosion shook the lair, slamming TJ against the Wizard Bookcase. TJ groaned. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, and one of his ribs felt like it was broken. Four dangerous looking strangers stepped through the smouldering hole in the wall of his family's lair.
"Wha... Who are you? What's going on?" TJ whimpered. A chuckle was the only reply. Alecto pointed to what looked like a wall made out of stained glass.
"There, that's the portal. Amycus, the boy is yours, but be quick."
"I'll... I'll show you a portal..." muttered TJ before a wickedly curved blade slit his throat, blood spraying everywhere. Amycus hated being rushed through a kill as much as his sister did. But he didn't waste any time complaining about it. If his sister was telling him to hurry, he knew they were in trouble.
Once inside the portal, Alecto held out the palm of her right hand and placed her wand on it with her left. The wand spun around several times, then came to a halt, pointing off to their right.
"This way," said Alecto, "We can't apparate inside here, so get a move-on," she barked. Rowle and Dolohov restrained themselves yet again and kept moving. When this was over...

~o0o~
Hermione looked over the city hall department directory. It was nearly incomprehensible, but if she could manage runes and arithmancy, she ought to be able to find her way through a 4 dimensional maze. There it was. The power core was right next to the Power Transference Room which Alex had told them about in her story about the time she had prevented Stevie from destroying the transference machine. Hermione stiffened, her suspicions seemingly confirmed.
The Wizard Competition, the Power Transference, the Wizard World Energy Grid... it was all powered by the wizards who ostensibly "gave up" their powers to their siblings. If Hermione's inference was right, then nobody had actually lost their powers at all; this place ran on their powers — without their knowledge or consent. The losing wizard's magic was likely coded to the Power Core and siphoned off through the "Transference" Machine. Once done so, the Core would draw on that wizard's magic directly, effectively rendering them powerless wherever they went in the world.
Alex's friend Stevie had apparently been on the right track when she had tried to destroy the Transference Machine — it was a shame how that had ended, thought Hermione. This was awful! The very thing which they needed to prevent the Death Eaters from shutting down, was keeping millions of wizards hostage and subverting their magic. Hermione gritted her teeth, there was nothing else she could do.
Right now her goal was to protect as many people as possible, and that meant leaving the Core and the Transference Machine intact. Hermione could understand why the Establishment of the American Wizard World had created such a system. It provided a level of security and a sanctuary for Magical Beings unparalleled in the Western World — but at what cost? How many families had been broken and destroyed by the infighting and distrust which must surely come from forcing siblings to compete to be the one to keep their powers?
"Okay, Alex, the power core is right next to the power transference room. You've been there, so we'll follow you," said Hermione, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
"Say what?" asked Alex, who didn't like what she was hearing. Her brows furrowed. "I had no idea... I always assumed it was in some industrial type area, not here." Alex pushed her own suspicions aside, but she couldn't help thinking sadly about Stevie. "We'd better go then. We're going this way," Alex said, pointing down a corridor to their right.
They made their way through an Escher's Maze of hallways, elevators and staircases.
"There, over there, look..." shouted Alex, "it's the second door down on the left."
Then everything went black. The grid was down.
Harry and Hermione lit their wands. The Russo siblings tried to light theirs with no luck. It must be a failsafe, Hermione thought. Some sort of secondary generator which was dedicated to suppressing the magical powers of the rest of the American Wizard World. Though, obviously the Oligarchs of this world must keep their own powers "off-the-grid." Or else they wouldn't be able to fix it when it went down.
The quartet of young wizards crept cautiously down the hallway expecting to see Death Eaters any second now. They weren't disappointed. A wand pointed out of the shadows, firing a Killing Curse directly at Harry, who didn't see the green lightning until it was too late.
Alex had been closer to Harry and seen the wand just as it appeared.
"NO!" screamed Alex, shoving Harry away from the green bolt of magic, taking the full hit herself. Hermione shrieked as Alex collapsed and hit the floor with a sickening thud.
Harry froze... Sirius was falling again through an empty ancient doorway, Cedric lay dead next to a graveside, the screams of his mother echoed once more, and there was a green flash. Harry hadn't known Alex long enough to know if he could have ever loved her like he loved Hermione. But knowing that Alex had died to protect him tipped him into a rage that he didn't know was still inside of him.
It was Bellatrix all over again, but this time Harry meant the Unforgivable Curse he fired at Dolohov. The green lightning hit Dolohov in his chest, and he crumpled into a lifeless heap. Hermione was sobbing — under any other circumstances she would have been shocked that Harry had wielded the Killing Curse. But she was so angry herself, that she fired her own Killing Curses towards the door of the Power Core, hoping that one of them would hit a Death Eater trying to escape from the room.
Max was dragging his sister back into the shadows, away from all of the ricocheting spells, his heart pounding. He was more scared than he ever had been in his life. He didn't know if Alex was alive or dead. He couldn't see, so he put his head to her chest. Max couldn't hear a breath or a heartbeat. He was too terrified to cry or do much of anything, but he wasn't leaving his sister. Max cradled Alex in his shaking arms.
Alecto, Amycus, and Rowle could hear the spell-fire continue outside the door that Dolohov had been guarding. Alecto cracked the door again, firing several more random curses before slamming it shut once more. The only way to escape now would be to apparate, which they could do now that the grid was down. But Alecto didn't want to lose Potter. She had come too far. She aimed her wand at the computers controlling the core containment field, and blasted them into a heap of melted circuit boards.
Now they could apparate, certain that the resulting blast from the core breach would wipe out anything in the immediate vicinity. Alecto just had one more thing to do before she left. Rowle was distracted by another curse rebounding off the door. He didn't notice the curved blade until he felt it slice through his neck. Blood sprayed everywhere, his head nearly severed from his body.
Amycus laughed maniacally. Rowle's body reminded him of Nearly Headless Nick. But Amycus doubted that Rowle had made the necessary arrangements to remain bound to the Earth.
"He's had that one coming for a while. Nice one, Alecto," he cackled.
"Shut it!" Alecto snapped, "We're leaving now, if Potter doesn't die in the explosion, at least it'll be easier to find him." She grabbed her brother and disapparated.
Hermione and Harry both felt it. The core was unstable. They couldn't do anything now. They ran back the way they came and tripped over Alex and Max. They each grabbed a Russo and disapparated barely in time. The explosion of the core ripped through the City Hall complex — the blast radius expanding until it swallowed up the entire central city of the Wizard World.
Hermione and Harry reappeared a good distance from the city and watched in horror as the Mushroom cloud lit up the Wizard World. Harry wondered if the radioactive fallout was going to kill them slowly. Hermione reminded him that it wasn't a nuclear explosion, but a magical one. Neither one of them noticed that they hadn't spoken aloud.
They turned their attention to Max and Alex. Max, as stoic as ever despite his terror, was still trying to revive Alex. They didn't have the heart to stop him. Harry was as white as a ghost, and tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks. Hermione gently pulled Max back.
"Let us try Max," said Hermione quietly, knowing that it would be futile. Harry was the only known survivor of the Killing Curse. There was no magic spell that could bring Alex back. Though it had been less than 5 minutes since Alex had been hit, Hermione knew that CPR couldn't revive someone hit by a killing curse either. But she began compressing Alex's rib-cage anyway.
"Harry, you breathe for her okay," said Hermione shakily. Harry obeyed. Hermione pressed on methodically and Harry breathed into Alex. Something impossible was happening... Hermione stopped pressing because she could feel a pulse. Alex gasped, and Harry stopped giving her mouth to mouth resuscitation. Alex coughed a few times and began to choke. Harry immediately rolled Alex on her side and she vomited.
Seeing his sister moving again released the energy Max had been using to hold himself together, and he began to cry. He wanted to hug Alex and never let go. But instead he let Hermione and Harry hold onto Alex.
"What happened Hermione?" asked Harry quietly while he cradled Alex's head and upper body.
"I... I don't know Harry," Hermione replied. "But... but if I had to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the magical connection we seem to share. We must have been sort of like horcruxes. The connection must have something to do with our souls, which likely kept her from being killed outright by the spell, allowing us to bring her back the old-fashioned muggle way. I've cast a couple of simple healing charms, so she'll be alright enough to move in a few more minutes."
Alex stirred and opened her eyes, blinking in the twilight of the firestorm dying down in the distance.
"Harry... wha... what happened to me?" asked Alex groggily. "I... I thought I was dead!"
"You were for a few minutes, more or less," Harry responded. "Technically, you should still be dead, nobody else has survived that curse before except me. But Hermione and I managed to resuscitate you anyway. According to Hermione, you're alive because we're alive. That magic connection we keep feeling, it probably has something to do with it."
"You saved me..." Alex started to say...
"...After you saved me!" said Harry earnestly. "And it was Hermione who knew what to do."
Alex grinned and some colour came back into her cheeks. She had never known someone so selfless that they wouldn't even take any of the credit they deserved. Not Justin, who — despite a penchant for rules — was often as greedy and conniving as the rest of the Russos. Not Max, who was always taking credit when he had often done nothing. Not her parents, who often cheerfully claimed credit for their childrens' ideas. Not even her best friend Harper, who was more like the Russos than she would ever care to admit.
Hermione and Harry helped Alex up into a sitting position, one on each side of her. Suddenly, before Harry had anything to say about it, Alex kissed him full on the lips. Harry was about to back away, but Hermione wouldn't let go of the arm he had clasped behind Alex's back. Trapped, apparently with Hermione's blessing, Harry went with it — feeling guilty for enjoying the deep kiss as much as he did. When Alex had finished, she gazed soulfully into Harry's eyes, then she turned her head the other direction and pressed her lips to Hermione's wetly.
Hermione was startled, but she didn't pull away either. She had let Alex have the kiss with Harry, because Alex deserved it for saving him. Hermione hadn't expected a kiss herself. She had never imagined that she might kiss another girl in that way. But to Hermione's great surprise, she found herself melting into the kiss — kissing Alex felt every bit as nice as kissing Harry.
Max mused that he had been right after all. Harry did have two girlfriends now. And yeah, it was kinda hot. And yeah... it was also awkward because one of the girls was his sister. Max heard footsteps approaching. Wizard World was falling back into darkness as the flames in the city died down. Anxiously he looked around.
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