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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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The following morning, police were swarming all over a crime scene in a Brooklyn Heights townhouse. A family had been brutally slaughtered and butchered. A seven pointed star had been painted in blood around the corpses, and their hearts carved from their chests. It was a particularly gruesome and horrifying scene, given that two of the corpses belonged to children who appeared to be about 5 or 6 years old. One of the dozen or so officers taking stock of the situation was vomiting in the toilet.
The NYPD detectives arriving at the scene quickly surmised that it was likely be the work of a circle of Occultists which they hadn't come across before. Their superiors called the FBI for some Profilers, and a team was already on its way from Quantico. The coroner determined that the murders had occurred sometime around midnight.

~o0o~
By the time Alecto and Amycus had finished performing the dark ritual at midnight, it had been too late for the spell to reveal anything more than a general vicinity for Potter and his friends — which was apparently the entire city of New York. An Unplottable Charm had already been placed on wherever it was in New York that Potter was staying. Alecto cursed as the arrow on her map bounced from location to location.
That meant they would have to wait until Potter was on the move. The spell would keep the map activated for 24 hours. But Amycus was more sanguine about the turn of events than his sister. He was feeling particularly satiated. He had finished washing off the blood in the shower and was drying himself. Alecto was just on the other side of the open door, in the master bedroom, already cleaned up, dressed, and ready to go.
Amycus stepped out from the bathroom stark naked, looking for the clean muggle clothes he had set aside to wear after vanishing his blood-stained clothes. He smiled lazily at his sister who was angrily looking at the map. Alecto glanced up at her brother’s nude form, frowning. This was no time for frolicking; they had work to do.
"Relax," Amycus drawled. "Don't you feel better now? I know I do... We'll get Potter and his Pet Mudblood eventually." He chuckled loudly.
It was true. Normally dark magic was very cathartic, especially blood rituals. Blood rituals weren't merely designed to perform the required spell, but also to absorb the life-force of the sacrificial victims.
But Alecto was focused almost obsessively on Harry Potter. She had plans for Harry which she hadn't yet told her brother about. She would tell Amycus eventually of course, but only at the right time — after she had taken Potter's power for her own.
"Shut it!" she snarled at her brother, who was used to being bossed around by her. "We can't relax. American wizards may seem like undisciplined fools. But we are fools if we think they are. They managed to create and hide a WHOLE BLOODY DIMENSION from not only the muggle world, but from most of the rest of us too."
Alecto glared at her brother as he dressed, but Amycus just ignored her as he always did when his sister was being like this to him. She would get over it soon enough; the pair were inseparable. Shortly before dawn the siblings apparated to a new location, leaving the scene for the muggle authorities to deal with.

~o0o~
It was shortly before midnight. Harry was sitting in comfortable recliner, while Hermione lay next to Alex who was sleeping soundly, looking none the worse for wear considering that she had been dead earlier that evening. Hermione must have learned some healing spells since the Battle of Hogwarts Harry mused. He wondered when she had found the time.
But it was certainly good for Alex that she had. CPR looked painful, and Harry wouldn't have been surprised if she had got some cracked ribs before Hermione used the healing spells. His thoughts then drifted to other topics.
"Hermione," began Harry quietly, "What's with all the weird rhyming spells they use here? They just seem... sort of random. Sometimes they don't sound like spells at all."
"It's a fluid memetic device Harry. I've been watching what they do. They use verbal memes to recall and shape the way the magic moves for particular spells, and direct it at the object or person to be affected. They don't even necessarily have to use the same words all the time — it's the Intent that matters. Magic follows Intent. Most of the incantations for our spells in Britain are based on Latin and fixed in verbal form, but the underlying principles are the same."

~o0o~
By the time Jerry Russo and his son arrived at Wiz-Tech, it was about 1 am. An Emergency meeting was already in session in the main hall, protesters spilling out the front door into the courtyard. The Headmaster, a very old wizard with a long white beard, was doing his best to keep things from getting out of hand, with little success. Jerry and Justin pushed their way through the angry mob.
"...I'm telling you, there were very good reasons why the Wizard Council kept this all a secret," Professor Crumbs was saying to the unruly group of angry wizards. Chancellor Rootie Tootietootie stood beside him, also trying to settle the crowd.
"Please, calm down. It's more important that we tend to the survivors of the Wizard World disaster right now."
"I agree," said Jerry loudly. Everyone turned their heads to see him and Justin. "Look, I'm as angry as the rest of you. But right now we should be thankful that we have our powers back and just suck it up while we've got work to do. A lot of people need our help."
Professor Crumbs looked at Jerry gratefully. The Russos always managed to surprise him he thought. And he was especially pleased to see Justin, whom he was training to be his successor (though Justin didn't know that was what Crumbs had been doing).
"Justin, thank goodness you're here!" said Crumbs with overt relief, "Most of what is left of our government you see right here. After me and the Chancellor, you, Helen, and Mr Stuffleby are the highest ranking officials of Wizard World left."
Justin opened his mouth in shock. Helen waved at him. All of a sudden Justin felt a heavy weight fall on him and he staggered, but his father caught him.
"It's okay Justin, you can do this," said Jerry, "I know you're up to it. Go on. Get up there with Professor Crumbs and the Chancellor."
Justin grimaced.
"Okay... breathe," Justin told himself, "I got this Dad... I think." Then Justin anxiously made his way to the podium.
"There are already emergency teams in the city looking for survivors and setting up triage centres," said the Chancellor. "But with no power grid, we are literally in the dark. The Wizard World dimension is stable, and as you now know, we still have access to our magic individually... but without power we are nonetheless still at a great disadvantage for rescuing people, and clearing streets..."
"So we just need to get a new power source and hook it up to the grid. That shouldn't be too hard." Justin groaned sarcastically, in exasperation. But a thought came to him.
"Wait, do we have to use magic to power the grid? Couldn't normal electricity be used to at least power up anything that doesn't need magic to operate — like lights and stuff?" asked Justin.
"Well... I suppose," replied Crumbs skeptically. "Theoretically, as the circuits for the magical energy are made out of the same conductive materials for Normal technology, they ought to carry an electrical charge. But the power differentials will be staggering."
"It'll be all we have to work with," said Justin, "We have to at least try and divert a large source of electrical energy into the grid."
"I concur," agreed Chancellor Tootietootie, "Helen, Mr Stuffleby, what do you think?"
Helen looked at Justin, and smiled sympathetically.
"Oh, I'm sure Justin is right. Whatever he says, I'm all for it." Helen responded, her smile widening as she slightly blushed. She had always thought Justin was kind of cute, and he'd really impressed her with his dedication to teaching. She trusted Justin to do what it took to get through this crisis.
Mr Stuffleby nodded in agreement. He really had no idea what the right thing to do was. He had just been preparing to agree with whatever everyone else agreed with.
So now all they needed was a plan. Justin considered the options.
"I think we're going to have to tap into a nuclear power plant. It's the only thing that will generate the amounts of power we need. And we'll have to tap directly into the plasma generated by the nuclear core, not the electricity generated by it. But we'll need a Receiver and a Transformer of some sort on the Wizard World side."
Professor Crumbs steepled his fingers.
"I think we have some engineers who can work on this end then," he said. "But we don't have anybody who knows how to work with nuclear reactors."
"Leave that to me," said Justin. "I have some normal friends who are great with technology. I'll just need help securing a nuclear facility while we work."
"I can help with that," said Jerry eagerly, "Now that I've got my powers back I can actually be useful." Jerry saw his son looking at him with doubt. "Son, I was really good with magic. Trust me, I'm not like your Uncle Kelbo. I can help."
Justin peered at his father appraisingly.
"Okay Dad... but we'll need more help," he said finally.
"I think we can help with that!" A deep authoritative voice carried through the hall, despite the murmuring crowd. The councillors looked up and saw that Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hagrid, and a squad of British Aurors had arrived.
"Hagrid and I can assist Justin Russo. This is Henry Fitzwallace, head of the International Division of the Department of Aurors." Shacklebolt gestured towards the Auror next to him. "The Aurors are at your service, just tell Henry who you need doing what and he'll see to it. The Minister of Magic also has more Aurors, and teams of rescue and medical personnel on their way. I shall leave it to you, Councillors, to organise them as you see fit."
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