Chapter 1: The Beginning

Salem, Massachusetts

The MMIA Main Central Building

30 Minutes Later:

Hermione sat silently in a plush black chair in the large 'plan room' of the building. She was escorted there after she found Taylor Michaud: the Director and her boss. After discussing the letter, placing calls and finally tracking down the safe house that Harry had put together, it had been confirmed that the 14 former Death Eaters were dead. Taylor and Hermione sent as many as they could to take care of the situation while Ron searched for Harry.

"So, who were the Death Eaters at the Moscow safe house?" Hermione asked, turning her chair around to face Taylor and the few others in the room.

One woman flipped through some papers. "Let's see: Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy... Shit, we're gonna have to tell Draco. Um... Adrien Carlyle, Dyna Lestrange, that would have been Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter, Hannah Killton, Lorena Nott, Aurora Goyle, Nicolas Bulstrode, Lance Demeer, Orestes and Olivia Xander, and Victor Diggory. Most of them were minor supporters of Voldemort. Not well known, but needed protection."

"Any signs of them fighting back at least?" Hermione queried.

Taylor shook his head. "No wands. Potter made it a requirement. He told them if they wanted protection they needed to give up their wands and live without magic. The Malfoys protested the loudest, and Malicia decided to just pipe up then and ask them if they'd rather deal with her mother. That shut them up."

Hermione nodded. "What about the rest of the Death Eaters? Where are they?"

"You'll have to ask Potter," one of the four in the room answered. "He created all the safe house locations. We know there's one in New Hampshire, but we don't know where. When the Death Eaters fled to America for asylum, Potter dealt with them all personally. We do know about 20 more Death Eaters are in the protection program."

"What about Angel De Mercy?"

"In one of our psychiatric hospitals. Somewhere in either Massachusetts or Maine. Can't be sure."

Hermione sighed. "Does anyone have the slightest clue who could be doing this? Who could be wiping out the former Death Eaters?"

Taylor and the four others exchanged dark looks and one of them, a woman with long brown hair, green eyes, and about 5 feet tall shuffled her feet. "We think... Well, we've been thinking it's... Well, she's been so quiet for so long--"

"So you think it's Allesandra?" a male voice answered coolly out of nowhere. The young woman who was talking started slightly, paled for a moment, and everyone turned to put a face to the voice they knew so well.

Hermione blinked hardly believing her eyes. It had been a couple years since she'd seen Harry, but apparently those two years changed him even more. His messy black hair was now resting past his shoulders, his green eyes now being framed by coke bottle lenses, his skin now tanned. He had gone through another growth spurt their last year in Hogwarts and was now taller than Ron at 6'6. Due to a newfound interest in Muggle martial arts, he was no longer skinny, and his body was muscled. Standing next to him was a woman with silver-colored hair streaked with red and black, pale skin, disconcerting purple eyes and standing at about a foot shorter than Harry. His wife, Malicia. And she looked just as pissed as him.

"Well, Catalina," he spoke up again, his voice hard. "Say it. You think Allesandra did it."

The small woman flinched. "Yes, I think Allesandra did it. She may have quieted down her attacks on the wizarding world since you and Malicia married, but she won't stay quiet forever."

Harry walked further into the room until he was standing next to Hermione's chair. He hadn't yet acknowledged his school friend, still intent on Catalina. Malicia, however, spotted Hermione. She gave her a small smile and a nod of her head. Hermione did the same.

"No, she won't stay quiet forever," Harry agreed. "But she isn't stupid enough to do something like this. She doesn't hide. She doesn't send cryptic letters. She makes sure everyone knows that it was her behind all of this. There is nothing whatsoever that links Allesandra to this, and I will not tolerate any more accusations towards Allesandra without proof."

"Sorry about that, Harry," Taylor said soothingly. He didn't want his best agent angry. He had to work twice as hard, along with the Council, to keep Harry in America. "Catalina wasn't thinking, and I'm sure she didn't mean it."

"Don't kiss my ass, Taylor. I'm staying in Salem. You got what you wanted," Harry snapped.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione watched as Malicia covered her own eyes with one hand as if she was trying not to see the scene in front of her. It was certainly something, an agent telling his boss basically to fuck off and get away with it; well, it wasn't something you see every day. Or perhaps if you were married to said agent, something you didn't want to see.

"Does Malfoy know yet?" Harry slid one of the seats out and sat down, stretching his long legs out.

"We sent an owl out to him. He should know soon." Hermione spoke up.

Hard green eyes turned to face her, and once they recognized the face, they softened and warmth and love came into play. Harry smiled, instantly relaxed, and Hermione couldn't help but smile back at the man who instantly looked like the boy she had befriended at school. "Hello, 'Mione," he greeted, obviously happy. "Finally come to Salem, have you?"

"As if you didn't have anything to do with it," Hermione chastised.

Harry grinned. "What's the point in being Harry Potter if you can't use your influence for your own wants and needs?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do you want to see the letter I received?"

The light in Harry's eyes dimmed, and they hardened slightly. Hermione moved the parchment in front of him, and he silently read the words. Harry was scowling something fierce by the time he got to the last lines and the writer's signature. "S?" he spat out, tossing the letter back on the table. "Voldemort signed his letters with his name. And this one can't? What they hell are they trying to accomplish?"

"World domination?" Malicia spoke up. "To piss you off perhaps? To kill all the Death Eaters that you decided to actually protect despite them constantly trying to kill you before the fall of Voldemort? I can think of some more Harry if you--"

"Enough, Mali. I get the point." Harry slumped down into his chair. "Can this day get any worse?"

"Yes," Malicia answered. "I got an owl from Hogwarts."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, but Hermione could tell by the look of resignation in his eyes that this was nothing new.

"Hexed each other in the hallways... or at least tried to. They ended up starting a hex riot. About twenty students joined in, trying to hex one another."

Harry shrugged. "This would be about the third time wouldn't it? What did Dyanisis say?"

"Wait a minute!" Hermione put a hand to stop Malicia from responding. "Dyanisis? As in Dyanisis Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded. "Albus' daughter. She's Headmistress at Hogwarts. She's the one that appointed Isabella Weasley, the vampire we met during the war as the D.A.D.A. professor. Now that class is held at night."

"And who did she appoint to teach Potions?"

"Rivera Snape," Harry spat out. "Apparently he had a daughter." His eyes hardened as he briefly mentioned Snape's name. Harry had seen to it that Snape had gotten what he deserved. Once captured, Snape was sent to Azkaban, but on his way there Allesandra had her own revenge. She intercepted Snape and forced five werewolves on him. Snape was dead in a matter seconds, torn to pieces. Malicia had kept that piece of information from Harry. As far as he knew, Snape had died in Azkaban. He hadn't known that Allesandra had once befriended Albus Dumbledore's mother and ended up his mentor's godmother.

Hermione pondered over that piece of information. "What is she like?"

"Like her father. Bitter and nasty. But she's a Renegade. So I have to deal with her every now and then." Harry shook his head. "So has the situation in Moscow been taken care of?"

"They want you to see the damage," Hermione said softly. "And they want you to reveal the whereabouts of the other Death Eaters and Angel De Mercy."

"Fuck. Should have known." Harry pushed back his chair and stood. "Taylor, is the site clear for me to Apparate?"

Taylor looked up from the papers he was just given. "Yes. We sent people to secure it the minute Ms Granger showed me the letter."

Harry nodded at the explanation and turned to leave. Malicia stood up, as if to follow but Harry shook his head. "No,Mali. I need you to go see Angel. See if she's had any more visions. She might be willing to talk."

"Fine. But don't expect anything. She's been going deeper and deeper into her own head the past few years," Malicia turned to Hermione. "I would say welcome to Salem, but apparently there's no use. I wish you could of received a better one."

Hermione gave the woman a half smile. "No need. I had a feeling the peace our world had was going on for too long anyway."