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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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"So what do you think we should do next Hermione?" whispered Harry when they both stirred. It was nearing six o'clock in the morning. "Alecto will be casting tracking spells at random, and she will find us eventually once we leave here, even if it takes her a while. We could track her back, but I was thinking that..."
"...we should lure her away from New York and then allow her to find us..." continued Hermione.
"...and set a trap for the both of them," finished Harry.
"No," said Alex, startling Harry and Hermione who had thought she was still asleep. "We're going to go and find the Stone of Dreams."
"The Stone of Dreams!?" Harry and Hermione simultaneously exclaimed, both peering at Alex questioningly.
"It's the most powerful magical object in our wizarding world here. We'll need it, and then we can fix everything," Alex asserted firmly. She started to feel a little anxious as neither Harry or Hermione said anything for several seconds, just looking at her.
"Well...?" she asked plaintively. Then Alex's eyebrows lifted with a surprise, after which she grinned broadly, "Oh,.. oh, I didn't expect you to agree so quickly. That's awesome. But... but..." It took Alex a second to realise that Hermione and Harry hadn't actually spoken. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other as if surprised themselves. Weird, she thought before finishing her own sentence aloud, frowning, "But why did you agree so fast? I was sure you were going to argue with me. Everyone argues with me."
Hermione smiled sweetly.
"It's because we trust you Alex," she said simply. Harry nodded in agreement. He wasn't quite certain why, but he had a good feeling that it was the right thing to do.
Alex looked puzzled; nobody just trusted her, she thought to herself.
"We need to lure the Carrows away from so many muggles anyway, before trying to capture them," said Harry, "I think we're capable of taking them whether we have the Stone or not. But if you think it's that important to find it first..."
"...then that's what we're doing," Hermione concluded. " Do you know where it is, Alex?"
"I bet they moved it after last time... " Alex saw their blank expressions, "Oh... I didn't tell you about that one yet. I... I had to find the Stone of Dreams, and I had to use it because... because I messed things up really badly..." Alex didn't finish the story. She couldn't bring herself to. What she had accidentally done to make it necessary to find the Stone still made her cringe in shame. She felt the guilt strongly whenever she thought about it.
"It's alright," said Harry softly. He knew what it was like to make a mistake in anger with potentially dire consequences. He remembered Aunt Marge bouncing like a beach-ball on the ceiling of the Dursleys' and felt a powerful wave of empathy towards Alex. Harry briefly lost himself in Alex's eyes before they both looked away blushing. Alex pulled herself together.
"Anyway," she continued, "I don't know where they would have hidden it again. The last time was in a cave on an island. But it's the most powerful magical thing, so there must be someway to find it."
"I think we can work it out," said Hermione. "I've read of a powerful spell, but it can only be done with at least three Wizards. All three of us together should be able to generate a strong enough spell to detect precisely where the Stone is if it's anywhere in the same hemisphere facing the sun at midday wherever we are." Hermione turned beet red.
"But, there's a catch..." Hermione was almost too embarrassed to say it. "It's... it's s...sex magic," she stammered.
"At the... erm, peak of the experience, the magical energy generated is strong enough to detect a wizard or magical artifact wherever they are in the hemisphere you are centred in. It... it's better than the other way..." Hermione finished defensively.
Harry and Alex both blushed furiously, momentarily speechless.
"Other way?" Alex asked with a perplexed look.
"Dark Magic. I... I'd rather spare you the details..."
"Tell me..." said Alex forcefully, "I'm not a baby. I can take it."
Harry felt another sudden surge of affection towards Alex.
"Alright then," Hermione reluctantly sighed. "The other way is to perform a dark ritual at midnight — and wherever you are — you can detect the precise location of wizards or magical objects in that hemisphere. It's a reversal of the spell we're going to use — it's Death instead of Life." A grieved expression darkened Hermione's features.
"It's a Blood Magic ritual; you have to murder at least three people with special knife, draw a septagram around them in their blood, then... Oh it's just all too gruesome. Then you have to cut out their hearts and eat them. And... and at least one of them has to be..." Hermione couldn't say the word. It sounded even more revolting because of the implications in the context of dark magic rituals. So she just fudged a little bit.
"...one of the victims has to be a young child. That's why almost all wizards use special instruments for tracking and things like foe glasses — but they're quite hard to get at the moment. Most of them were destroyed by the Ministry when Voldemort had taken it over. And... and I think Alecto and Amycus would just do the dark ritual for the fun of it anyway."
It was horrible. Alex had no idea that Wizards would do such vile things just for a magic spell. Yeah, she had heard that Voldemort and his followers tortured and killed people, but this was beyond that, this was just sick. Alex began feeling nauseous.
Alex had never really believed the stuff about Satanists, because that is what most Normals — especially the more zealously religious ones — usually seemed to think Wizards were. But these people used magic so dark, she could understand how people might think they were Satanic rituals. This level of evil really was beyond anything Gorog and the Angels of Darkness had ever done.
But for some reason Alex didn't feel scared about it, just angry and a bit sad. Then she remembered what the other option for the magic spell was and groaned. Alex hid her face again.
About all she had ever done with her boyfriends had been some kissing and a little groping. And once, Alex and Harper had tried making out to see what it was like. But that had felt weird and a little creepy, like what Alex imagined kissing her brothers might feel like.
Sometimes Alex would finger herself and think about doing more — especially with Mason, and she had to admit that she'd fantasised about Tutor and Juliette too — but she had always felt too embarrassed to talk about it, or do anything about it. She had hoped that one day it would just sort of happen with someone she liked without trying too hard, or making a big deal out of it.
If Mason had ever asked, Alex thought she might have said yes. But he had never broached the subject either. Alex definitely felt sexy around Hermione and Harry, but she hadn't really thought about trying anything more than kissing and fooling around... yet.
Harry was feeling similarly embarrassed. Having sex with Hermione hadn't made it any easier to talk about sex with other people. But there was no question that Alex stirred erotic feelings in him. Harry wondered if he would be too embarrassed to perform — assuming that Hermione and Alex were both game of course. They were both looking at Harry. But Hermione didn't seem quite as unnerved as he and Alex felt.
"Maybe... maybe we should give it a go," she said quietly. "But only if everyone wants to, of course!" She looked Alex in the eye, and they both felt it. Alex looked at Harry and felt it too.
"I... I guess. Yeah," said Alex with a shy smile, briefly looking very vulnerable. "But, I don't think I could do it here. Not in the middle of the day — especially with my family on the other side of the door." Alex looked imploringly at Hermione, hoping she would have an answer. Which she did of course.
"Erm... Harry and I have traveled under similar conditions before. We know all sorts of enchantments to prevent detection around a small area, though it does take a minute to set them up. That's when we risk exposing ourselves if Alecto sets off any tracking spells. But with a bit of luck, she won't be doing it at the same time that we're setting up the enchantments."
"We'll find a nice place..." Hermione finished.

~o0o~
It had been about 3:30 in the morning; the Emergency Council meeting had adjourned half an hour earlier. Justin had woken up Zeke, and now they were inside the Indian Point nuclear power plant backed up by his father and the two large British wizards. It was pretty easy getting inside the plant when you were a wizard he thought. They had slipped by the guards without hitch, and the Go Through Mo-Thru spell had got them all the way through to the main computer banks and internal servers.
Justin and Zeke had been working for hours, trying to figure out how to divert power directly from the reactor core to the Wizard World grid without a functioning core container on the other side of the dimensional barrier. Without that, they had nothing to house the diverted plasma energy in. Crumbs had indicated that the best the wizard engineers could manage at his end was a series of generators driven by Tesla Receiving Coil Transformers.
It was a stopgap measure, a bandaid. But it might work if he and Zeke could figure out the right amount of energy, and the right circuits to send a magical signal through which would open a small wormhole inside the reactor core connecting it to the banks of generators in Wizard World, and siphon off the plasma generated by the fission — all without destabilising this core and causing a meltdown.
It also meant that until a permanent replacement was found for the Wizard World's power core, they would have to stay here and monitor the energy transfer. Meanwhile his father and the two British wizards would have to manage the Normals who worked at the power plant, and keep them from catching the wizards in the act of apparent sabotage on the reactor core.
Justin sighed. This was going to be a pain in the ass. He picked up his wand and dialed Professor Crumbs. Fortunately Crumbs picked up right away. The Professor answered in the avuncular manner he would put on sometimes when he was trying hard to demonstrate how much he identified with his students.
"Justin, how are things there? We're all ready and raring to go."
Immediately Justin felt anxious. This was the moment — his moment. He didn't want to blow it — especially not literally — in front of Professor Crumbs. So of course Justin behaved like he always did when he felt uncomfortable. He started acting like Max.
"Yo, whatsup? Howzit hangin' Prof?"
"Don't call me that!" said Crumbs frostily. He enjoyed messing with his students, but then he remembered that this was perhaps an inappropriate time. He continued in a more kindly tone. "Sorry, force of habit Justin. Don't worry. I have utmost faith in you. So what's happening at your end?"
"We're sending you the power in three minutes from... now." Justin croaked. "Okay Professor, look, we're going to have to stay and monitor things here until you find something to replace our old core permanently."
"I understand," said the professor. "We have the time synchronised Justin. I'll be talking to you again in 2 and a half minutes."
"Yeah Professor... sure." Justin grimaced.
This was it. Justin conjured up a wormhole and channeled his magic through the circuits leading to the core. The wormhole opened inside the reactor and began to suck up the plasma. It was WORKING! Justin could see it through the lead lined vaults with his Wiz-Specs.
"Zeke, IT'S WORKING!" Justin yelled happily.
"I know," Zeke responded, grinning. "And it's stable. Everything is stable! Unbelievable Justin! This is amazing!"
Justin dialed the professor back quickly.
"YES!" shouted Crumbs. "You did it Justin. It's marvelous! Lots of energy flowing into the grid. We've got the lights back on in Wizard World and we're ready to clean up. Oh, and Justin, I'll send some wizard techs to help monitor the nuclear reactor. Once you show them how to do it, they'll be fine."

~o0o~
Ginny and George woke up at about 8:30 when Max called down the stairs to Harper's basement bedroom.
"Hey, my mom's got breakfast ready. If you want some you better get up here quick! It's banana pancakes, and I love banana pancakes."
Minutes later a very rumpled Ginny and George were eating banana pancakes. Max had gone to Alex's room to get her and the other two wizards in there with her. Seconds later he was back down the stairs with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Hey, Mom, nobody's in Alex's room. She and Harry and Hermione... They're all gone!" said Max.
Teresa's eyes widened. Then in exasperation she groaned. "Oooh no! Not again!"
Ginny and George stiffened, thinking exactly the same thing about Harry: Not Again!
"I'm sorry Mrs Russo," Ginny sighed, "but when Harry takes it in his head to go on a secret mission, once he's gone you just wait until he pops up again. Last time he took Hermione and Ron. But personally, I think Alex will be much better for Harry and Hermione than him." Ginny felt a bit guilty almost as soon as the words passed her lips. Poor Ron! He wouldn't talk about it, but Ginny knew that he still hadn't come to terms with everything that had happened during the war.
"Well, that's a comfort at least." Teresa was frustrated, but she still felt that Alex would be just fine with two powerful wizards with who had also defeated Evil before. "Alex has a bad habit of disappearing too. But as long as she's got somebody like Justin, or your friends with her..."
"What am I? Chopped liver?" asked Max in mock indignation at being passed over by his mother as a suitable companion for Alex. Then he promptly turned himself into a plate of chopped liver. Ginny covered her mouth in shock, before grinning at the plate of liver.
"You're such an idiot! I swear you're as bad as George!" Ginny chortled. Max was hilarious, and she was starting to think that she would miss him when she went back home.
"Oi," said George, feigning outrage himself, "I'm right here." Then he laughed too, and suspecting that Max might have a problem getting out of this without any hands, George waved his own wand and Max was back.
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