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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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Alecto Carrow was still furious at having lost her prey, even though she was resigned to waiting until Harry and his friends returned to New York. She was certain they would return to the place with the unplottable charm, and she was determined to find them when they did.
She considered a spell to break the unplottable charm, but even with two wizards it was nearly impossible to pull off. The blood magic was powerful, but it wasn't strong enough to break a charm unless they had at least one more wizard. Alecto racked her brains trying to think of an American Dark Wizard that they could approach. It was difficult, for she had as little information about the American wizarding community as the rest of the British wizards had.
But then Alecto remembered seeing a small 3 paragraph article from a copy of the Daily Prophet a few months ago, several days before the Battle of Hogwarts. The report had mentioned that a Dark Wizard had been defeated from taking over the American Wizard World. His name was Gorog, and apparently he was the ruler over the Angels of Darkness, denizens of another dimension called the Dark Realm.
All Alecto and Amycus had to do now was find an entrance to Gorog's world. The spell for discovering an entrance was relatively simple though. Dark magic was really quite easy for her to detect without the help of any other wizards, often, even without her wand. In a city the size of New York she could detect most dark magic with naught but her own senses. There had to be an entrance somewhere in the vicinity, and she discovered that she was right. There was one in an alley in between two blocks right near the Hudson river.
"Amycus, let's go. We have another task to complete," she said commandingly. Amycus got out of his comfortable recliner, stretched languidly, and turned off the television.
"Alright," he responded agreeably. "I'm ready whenever you are." The unsavoury pair of siblings disapparated, reappearing in a dark alley a little after 1:30 am. The stench was rancid, and Amycus wrinkled his nose. Rubbish was strewn in the alleyway; broken bottles of alcohol, old tires, rotting food that even dogs wouldn't eat, used needles... The walls were covered in graffiti and grime.
There was a rustling sound behind him. Amycus whirled to face it and shot a killing curse in that direction. A body hit the ground with a thump. Alecto looked over her shoulder to see what was happening.
"Just an old homeless muggle," said Amycus, smiling thinly. "Have you found the entrance yet?"
Alecto pointed at a section of the brick wall.
"It's right there. It's just like the wall leading to Diagon Alley," Alecto replied excitedly, tapping the bricks with her wand. They moved out of the way obligingly, and she and Amycus stepped through the gap in the boundary which had separated the dark plane of reality from the rest of the world.
They moved cautiously. This was a curious place full of steam, sulphur, and lava pits, plants which they had never seen before, and fluttering ugly little creatures not unlike Cornish Pixies. The dark wizards would have thought they were in a cave, except that there appeared to be no roof. The sky, if you could call it that, was a roiling mix of purples. and they were bathed in its twilight. There appeared to be a castle in the distance, and they made their way towards it, keeping their eyes peeled for danger.
Alecto and Anycus had only made it half of the distance towards the castle when part of the sky darkened even more. A loud beating of wings drew closer, and then surrounding them. The Angels of Darkness regarded the wizards with some amusement.
"We're here to see Gorog," Alecto Carrow stated boldly. "We have business to discuss."
The apparent leader of the Dark Angel squad appraised Alecto and Amycus, and Alecto returned the favour shrewdly. She felt dark magic radiating from the Angels of Darkness. It was weak. She sensed that their recent defeat had drained much of their power.
"Follow us," growled the likely captain of the dark, winged legion. "If you try to escape, we shall not hesitate to kill you."
Alecto chuckled. These fools wouldn't stand a chance against the Carrows if it came to a battle. But she had no intention of escaping. A short time later, they entered the castle.
Sitting in a throne at the end of the hall was a peculiar sight. The person Alecto presumed to be Gorog was dressed bizarrely for a modern wizard. Only really old or ignorant wizards dressed like that these days. She wondered how old he really was. He didn't look much older than his mid 50's, despite his solidly white hair which peaked under the brim of his tatty top hat. He was wearing a garishly purple jacket with tails over a lacy frilled white cumberbund and a green waistcoat. A thick line of black eyeliner gave the man a pseudo-sinister look.
At least he was wearing pants, Alecto snorted. This wizard looked to be a bigger fool than Rowle. She was having a difficult time fathoming how he had managed to almost seize power in the American Wizard World. She supposed Gorog must have been vastly more powerful before his coup attempt had been quelled.
He just looked like such an idiot, but Alecto reminded herself that these American wizards were much more deceptive, relying less on force, and more on conniving and manipulation to achieve their goals. She would have to kill Gorog when he was no longer useful to her, just to be certain that he wouldn't become a threat to them.
She considered briefly the notion of taking over the Dark Realm after his demise. But Alecto's impression of this dimension was that this place was dreary, and not worth the effort of ruling over.
Gorog peered appraisingly at the two wizards who approached, narrowing his eyes. He knew at once that they were dark wizards, but that only made him even more apprehensive. The only reason he could think of for other dark wizards to enter his realm was to overthrow him. He regarded them suspiciously and put on his best Evil King face.
He knew it looked ridiculous, but it usually disarmed his opponents, causing them to underestimate the extent of his power and the lengths he would go to achieve his goals. If he was forced to resort to killing, he would have it done without hesitation. He preferred the long game, but he could live with murder if he had to.
"What are you doing in my realm?" Gorog bellowed, his voice amplified many times, echoing through the chamber. "Be warned. If I don't like what I hear, I will have you tossed into the nearest lava pit."
Alecto could tell a put-on when she saw it. This man was a pompous fraud, a con man. His power was weaker than she had surmised, and he had probably taken this realm through trickery and deceit. Not good, she thought with an inward groan. The spell would be extremely difficult to perform with this buffoon completing the Triad. But she would have to try.
"Lord Gorog," began Alecto with an ingratiating manner, "I had heard of your magnificence, but I had no idea how much more majestic you are in person."
Gorog pretended to be extremely flattered by her phony obsequiousness. It seemed to be working; she was buying it. His double layer of duplicity was convincing these wizards that he really was powerless and incompetent. The woman had visibly relaxed and managed a smile, but she couldn't hide the contempt which lurked behind her own narrowed eyelids.
"Continue," said Gorog, with a feigned air of egotism, "flattery will get you everywhere, but get to the point before I get bored."
Amycus smirked. That was something which he himself might have said to Alecto when he was teasing her. Unabashed, Alecto responded.
"We have come with a proposal for you, Mighty Lord Gorog. I am Alecto Carrow. My brother Amycus and I have come, seeking your assistance for a dark rite. We require three wizards for a Triad, but we would prefer one with superior abilities and intellect such as your own."
Oh, this one was good, Gorog thought; very entertaining! The more fawning the Sorceress became, the less she could hide her disdain for him. He decided to give Alecto's proposal a fair hearing though. She might have something interesting to say — and a Wizard Triad certainly sounded interesting.
"Go on," said Gorog graciously.
"In return for your assistance, we offer you our services in your next attempt to take over the American Wizard World. We have the might to prove our worth. Our previous master was Lord Voldemort," the Dark Sorceress explained.
Gorog stiffened. This woman was dangerous, even if she wasn't planning to take his fiefdom. He would do what she requested, but only because he was interested in unleashing the power of a Wizard Triad. He hadn't tried that before, and he began scheming of a way to use that power for his own purposes. Once she had become useless to him, he would kill Alecto and her creepy looking brother.

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Alex was as experienced with magical obstacles as Harry and Hermione, but the next obstacle almost had her stumped. It was that lion thingy with a lady's face from Egypt, and it was a large one. She recognised the creature from the giant crumbling statue she had seen in Egypt the last time she had used the I.P.P.
The Greek Sphinx spoke.
"What crawls in the dark, and fades in the sunrise?
What feeds on fools and unwary lives?
What lives forever, but always dies?"
Wait, Alex wasn't stumped. This was easy. She knew she had this one.
"A vampire," Alex answered instantly, before Hermione even had time to rerun the riddle in her head. "I should know, my brother's ex-girlfriend Juliette is one."
Alex bounced gleefully a couple times at getting something right. But she had forgotten to tell Harry and Hermione the story about Juliette. They both looked surprised, but neither of them appeared to harbour any bad feelings about the idea of a wizard and vampire loving each other.
"Anyway, moving on, get out of my way you... you... lady headed lion," said Alex with annoyance. She hated riddles. She had just been lucky that Justin's favourite girlfriend was a vampire.
"We're done, right?" snapped Alex.
"Yes, we're done," replied the irritated Greek Sphinx — Alex had got the riddle far too quickly for her liking. "You may pass."
"Thanks! About time," Alex retorted, sticking her nose in the air and striding past the Sphinx. Hermione and Harry followed closely behind her.
That was brilliant Alex," said Hermione. "You were spot on and quick off the mark."
Alex grinned and squirmed with delight at having impressed Hermione.
They continued through the tunnel under the mountain. Finally it opened into an enormous, awe inspiring cavern hundreds of metres in diameter, and at least a hundred metres tall. In the centre, surrounded by stalagmites below and stalactites above, was a small lake with an island in the middle.
Harry and Alex groaned at the same time. Not this again, thought Harry. But Alex had a different worry.
"They always save the worst for last," she moaned. "The last time it was the crumbling chasm over lava. I bet this time it's stupid sharks with lasers on their heads or something else ridiculous."
Harry thought Alex was probably right, but perhaps not specifically about the sharks with lasers, he figured, completely missing the pop-culture reference. He didn't bother trying the summoning spell; no magical object as powerful as the Stone of Dreams would be taken so easily. But he heard Hermione give it a go.
"Look," shouted Alex with a little bounce of excitement, grabbing Harry's arm. "There... you almost can't see them — little glass platforms for stepping on to get to the island."
Harry spotted them, barely visible against the water, but slightly glinting in the cavern's light source.
"Okay, we're all going across, right?" said Harry, unwilling to split up, having made it this far all together.
Hermione and Alex both nodded. Harry cautiously put his foot out onto the first little glass platform he saw — it was only about a metre square. He'd be lucky if he could manage to get two feet on it. Alex chanted something and waved her wand at Harry's feet.
"Hippity hop, don't stop, till he gets to the other side."
Harry's feet danced by themselves, carrying him across all of the little platforms until he hit the shore of the island. When he landed face down in the sand, Hermione and Alex both giggled. The improvised spell had worked. Alex performed the spell again for Hermione and herself.
Unfortunately, Alex's foot slipped on the last platform, and a toe touched the water as she flew to land face-first in the sand next to Hermione. There was an almighty splash. The wizards stared in shock at the shark which had launched itself onto the last platform and appeared to striving to reach the shore. The bloody thing actually had a laser on its head which started firing randomly at them. Harry ducked and narrowly missed being hit by an exploding boulder. He grabbed Alex and pulled her away from a bush which had burst into flame.
"Petrificus Totalus," yelled Hermione, pointing her wand at the shark while the other two continued dodging the laser blasts. The shark shuddered, fell off the platform, and sank beneath the surface of the lake.
Alex smacked herself on the forehead groaning in disgust. The old geezers who made up these stupid obstacles had no imagination, she thought. This one had to be Professor Crumbs' idea.
Now that they were all on the island, safe and sound, they quickly spotted the podium in the centre of some small trees. The Stone of Dreams was waiting for them. Alex swiped the sparkling gem from the podium and the island began to shake ominously. Indeed, the entire Cavern was rocked by the quaking. Several stalactites broke free from the ceiling, and a massive one fell close by, missing them by inches.
Her heart thumping loudly, Hermione grasped Alex and Harry, and apparated — hopefully to a safer place — before the cavern collapsed in on them completely. Hermione thanked her lucky stars that she had correctly postulated that the British employed different magical frequencies than the Americans for many spells, and that apparating would probably work while it was unlikely that Alex's flash would.
The threesome reappeared, breathless and gasping, just outside the gates of a Tibetan monastery. Hermione looked longingly at them, hoping that they might have time to take a peek. But Alex had already called up the I.P.P., more than done with their little excursion. When they all emerged at the other end in the Russo lair, it was well after 6 am.
The young wizards were exhausted and collapsed on the couch together in heap, which was exactly how Justin and Jerry found them when they came downstairs about 8:30, just after finishing breakfast. Justin and his father had been preparing to head back to the Nuclear Reactor when they discovered the runaways passed out in the lair.
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