Harry Goes To Moscow And Then Visits Allesandra

Author's Note: I should mention that this story is AU due to me giving a character a sibling and the little bit of history with the Lychans and werewolves.

An Hour Later: Moscow, Russia

Harry stared at the scene before him. Sometimes he wished he didn't have a job like this. The agents had already put out the fires but seemed to have waited until he arrived before they lowered the hanging Death Eaters.

"Potter?" One of the agents, known as a Hider, jogged up to him, his cheeks flush with slight exertion. "We were told to wait until you arrived."

"I'm sure. Once you have them released from their bindings, send their bodies to Dr Kallen at the MMIA. She'll need to look over them before the Director gives the order for them to be buried. What's your name again?"

"Victor Trace, sir," the young man mumbled and then hurried over to another agent. The elder man nodded and with quick work the five Hiders brought the Death Eaters down. Harry gave the dead a wide berth, a habit he had taken to since the war. It wasn't because he was weak stomached; he wasn't. It was mainly due to his uneasiness of actually seeing someone dead. After watching Sirius, Dumbledore, and then Hagrid, Professor McGonagall and Ginny die, he became adverse to the whole thing.

"From what we can tell, Agent Potter," one of the men, Hawkins, came up to him. "It looks to be about thirteen of them. We can do a Recantum Spell, see the situation take place if you like."

"No!" Harry said quickly. "I mean, I realize the spell is quite useful. But not right now. Let's wait till..." He waved a hand to the dead. "Let's wait until everything else is taken care of."

Hawkins eyed him steadily for a moment and then nodded. "Just thought you should know though, something about this is awfully familiar."

"You mean besides the blatant display of the Muggle Crucifixion?"

"Yes. Did you ever study American Wizarding History in Hogwarts?"

Harry screwed up his face in mock horror. "I barely survived History of Magic. Besides, I knew it was offered for the seventh years, but seeing as how I didn't go back to Hogwarts my seventh year...."

Hawkins cleared his throat. "Ah well, anyway I took it when I went to Durmstrang. A lot of the American history they taught was about some of the Dark Witches that reigned there and their deeds. Like the Dark Witch Allana Dorria; she massacred about 300 Muggles in 1843--"

"Hawkins, I'm not here for a history lesson. So just spit out what you're trying to tell me."

"Ah well, there was this one that kind of stuck in my head. An attack on Dorria and her followers about 29 years later. You see, Dorria, and her followers were killed by another Dark Witch. Rather brutal too. About 12 of them had their heads cut off and set onto pikes. While Dorria and another 12 were killed with the killing curse, tied down to makeshift crosses, which were then raised. The buildings behind them were razed, burned down to the ground. While she, and her fellow dead, were untouched," Hawkins finished off, silently watching as Harry thought this new information through.

"Well," Harry said slowly, "minus the severed head on pikes, and this is an instant remake. Who was the Dark Witch that killed Dorria?"

Silence for a moment. "Your mother-in-law," Hawkins answered. Harry stilled and turned to stare at the man before him. Green eyes met blue. "Food for thought, huh? Oh, and there is another element missing that leaves your mother-in-law out of this."

"Oh good, and here I thought you were condemning her," Harry drawled casually. Hawkins kept himself steady.

"Allesandra always made sure that everyone knew that she did it. She never left any room for doubt. She didn't hide behind letters and people. She was up front and in the mix. And you know that. But the element that's missing? The one thing that prevents her from being tied to this? I mean, besides the severed heads." Hawkins pointed to Narcissa and the others that were being gathered, ready to be sent to the medical wing of the MMIA.

"She doesn't kill the defenseless. And that's who these people were. Without their wands they had no defense. No chance to fight back. And that is what she hates the most. Allesandra prefers you to put up a fight. She never liked anything to be easy. Allana Dorria?" Hawkins waited until Harry nodded, indicating he was still listening, even though at the moment he wished he wasn't. "She and Allesandra fought for three blood-filled days before Allesandra got the best of her."

Harry frowned. "Do you think someone is trying to frame Allesandra for this?"

"No. I think whoever did this is hoping to get Allesandra's attention. You know how much Allesandra hates competition. As far as she's concerned, she's the only Dark Witch around, and it's going to stay that way. And in getting Allesandra's attention, the person behind this also has yours...and Mali's."

"I think I need to talk to my mother-in-law."

"I think you do, mate. Before more massacres happen and people start to vocally point the finger at her."

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Outskirts of Salem, Massachusetts

30 Minutes Later

Harry stared at the sprawling mansion in front of him. He had to pass through several magical barriers to even get onto the walkway up to the main part of the estate, and now that he was here, he desperately wanted to go back through them. Allesandra deeply valued her privacy, even more so than Harry did. She had her home Unplottable and Undetectable, and had created elemental barriers and physical barriers to keep intruders and unwelcome visitors at bay. Her large mansion, covering a couple acres, was surrounded by the Salem Forest, which was a lot like the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. It was filled with centaurs, Lychan tribes and vampire clans, not to mention dozens of other creatures. The mansion itself was headquarters for the Renegades; it was also where Malicia grew up and where she and Harry had married.

"So, Harry," a voice jerked him out of his thoughts, and he jumped about a foot. "Do you plan on entering the place, or should I go find the lady of the house and tell her that her son-in-law is rooted to the ground outside and can't enter?"

Harry turned and found himself facing Cani Luna, a 400-year-old Lychan, who was the daughter of Romulus Luna, the head of the Full Moon tribe. Harry had quickly learned the difference between Lychans and werewolves when he made the mistake of calling Cani a werewolf. A Lychan was a witch or wizard born with the amazing ability to shape shift into wolves, rather large wolves, and had the senses and abilities of them while in human form. They were considered elementalists, rather than witches or wizards, able to use the elements of water, earth and fire for their magic. The Lychans were directly responsible for the werewolf race. A couple thousand years ago, a Lychan had lost control, bit a human, and the werewolf race was born into existance. The Lychans look upon werewolves as a deranged relative they would prefer not to exist. Sort of the way Harry's aunt and uncle had treated him.

"Hello, Cani," Harry responded cautiously. He and Cani were still not on easy terms, even 26 years after the fact when he accidentally offended her.

"Actually I'm Alpha Cani. Ever since Papa stepped down from leadership and handed it to me," the Lychan said, with the tone of one expecting the right to come to her all along. "Allesandra's in the potions room. Would you like escorting? I know you haven't been here in a while."

Actually it had been 6 months since he came here, when he found out where Raven had run off too. "No, Alpha Cani. No need, I can find my way. Thank you though." After a moment Cani nodded and walked away. Harry turned back to the entrance and forced himself to walk inside. He grabbed the large black door and with some strength opened the heavy thing and entered. Once inside he was faced with four staircases going in different directions. Each one led to a separate wing. Harry had entered Allesandra's potions room on several occasions, and his memory on how to find it came with quick ease.

Quickly bounding up the spiraling black staircase, he skidded to a halt in the hall. Several doors led to rooms, but only one would lead to the room that would even make Severus Snape plead to use. Harry stared at the doors, his memory now failing him.

"Fifth door on the left," a voice hissed. Hissed. Great. Looking down Harry came face to face with Viscas, the large python that had set up residence in the home, despite Allesandra's many attempts to get rid of it. "Fifth door on the left," Viscas hissed again. "She's packing up healing creams to deliver to the potions shop down the road."

Harry sighed. She was still dealing with the potions shop. The one run by Severa Snape and Lucinda Malfoy, the twin sisters of Lucius and Severus. Both women were vicious as hell and were part of the Renegades. But both women had helped during the war so he couldn't begrudge them much. Especially Lucinda, who was driven into a mental facility as a child because of Lucius' cruel torture. "Thanks," he hissed to the snake and headed off.

Once Harry got to the door, he hesitated a moment. Every time he disturbed Allesandra from something, she never failed to threaten him, saying she would finish the job that Voldemort started, but she would succeed. To avoid another threat, Harry simply knocked.

"Enter," a cold, raspy voice called out. Opening the door slowly, Harry peered into the room, once again taken aback by the magnitude. On one side of the room there were shelves filled with vials of potions and jars of healing creams. The other side was filled with potions books, ranging from simple school type to the deadly and dangerous. And there were always nine cauldrons in the room, usually all at work. This time, only five were, as Allesandra was sitting on one of the couches that were in the center, filling up vials and jars.

Harry stared at her, still trying to come to terms that this woman was once so beautiful that she rivaled the legendary Muggle god Aphrodite. He had seen an old portrait of his mother- in-law and admitted to himself that before her quest to be immortal started, she was a beauty. At one point in time, her hair had been a startling red, even redder than that of the Weasley family. It was now so white it was whiter than snow. And it hung down to her knees. Her eyes had once been the color green, but were now black. Her skin was dark, but now pale. She remained alive for 1000 years by mixing dragon's and vampire's blood and injecting herself with it. And then she found the Amulet of Corrisa, which was named after the witch that had created it.

The amulet itself was diamond shaped and changed colors depending on Allesandra's mood. At the moment red, which meant she was in a state of content. It was hanging around her neck on a gold chain, against her red robes. That amulet was the main source of the war that had been fought between she and Voldemort. Other forces were Cassandra, her first-born child, who Voldemort had killed, and Malicia herself, who Voldemort had kidnapped and held hostage for six months after Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts.

"Is there a reason why my delightful son-in-law is here?" Allesandra'a raspy voice asked, as she continued to fill her vials. "Enter, boy. And close the door."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Harry said, walking in further.

"Not at all. When I was alerted to your presence here, I was hoping you were coming here to tell me that my grandchildren would be coming here for Christmas. But then that changed when I received an owl from my daughter just minutes ago..." Allesandra waved a hand to the couch opposite her. "Sit." As Harry eased down, she raised her head, and her shrewd black eyes connected with his. "Has my son-in-law come to interrogate me on whether I killed a bunch of traitors to our kind?"

"I was thinking about it. Until a couple things about the murders were pointed out to me." Harry leaned back. "You must be proud, Alle. Students have to take a course on you. You should be happy that one remembers what he learned."

"Such as the fact that I don't kill the weak?" Allesandra snapped

Harry let out a rough laugh. "You? You don't kill the weak? What about the Muggle hospice? The Muggle village Garana? There are a few other places where the weak and sick lived, and you killed them."

Allesandra glared, the amulet starting to flash from black to white. Harry knew she was struggling to hold her temper. Others before him would be trembling, offering apologies. But Harry wasn't. He had a certain hold on her. Her temper didn't make him tremble like it did when he was younger. "I prefer not to remember those," she said tightly. "All historians have pointed out that I was out of my mind. Moments of insanity as you may recall. The amulet does cause them every now and then."

Harry shook his head. "Denial. One of the many thing's you're good at it. Want to take a guess at what else this good student learned?"

Allesandra huffed. "Not really. Would you like an alibi my dear? I can give you one." Allesandra paused and then smiled. '"Well, what do you know? I actually have an alibi that says I didn't participate in a bunch of murders. May all of the historians have heart attacks."

"And what would that nice little alibi of yours be?"

"The changing of the leadership ceremony for the Full Moon Tribe," Allesandra shot out. "And don't be an impertinent little shit, boy. Don't think that by being married to my daughter things have completely changed. The effects of war may have made us confidants towards each other. But I don't particularly give a shit. You know what I'm capable of doing."

Harry scowled at the woman before him. "And you know what would happen if I was sure you were behind the attacks, don't you? You would never see Raven or James again. Or Mali. And I would take my family out of America and go back to England, where you are not allowed to enter. You know our deal, Allesandra. No shit from you and you get to stay in contact with your grandchildren."

Allesandra smiled. She leaned back into the couch and crossed her arms over her chest and let out a laugh. "You learn well, boy. Just like your father. Quick and straight to the point. You always knew what my one weakness was."

"So did Voldemort," Harry reminded her. "Your daughter is everything to you. And so is Raven and James. I love Mali more than anything, and the things you did hurt her. Hurt her to the point where she was almost willing to trade loyalties, forsake you and join the one man you hated most in this world." Harry watched her smile fade and regret and sadness fill her eyes. He had hit a nerve and knew he made his point. Malicia was once her only tie to sanity. Now Raven and James were her other ties. She would do anything to be with her family and she did. When Mali and Harry married, she made a blood vow to Harry that she would stop killing and causing terror and chaos in America. If she broke that vow, she would lose everything.

"I had nothing to do with the murders," Allesandra said quietly. "I recognized the fact that it was almost a complete re-enactment of my past. I also know that this 'S' person is planning more attacks. And since he or she seems to be determined to copy some of my acts of terror, get ready to see some sheer and utter fucking brutality. Voldemort had nothing compared to what I've done." Allesandra sighed. "Did you honestly think that after defeating Voldemort that there would be a forever peace in our world?"

"Call me an optimist," Harry said lightly. "I was hoping for my lifetime at least that I wouldn't have to deal with another psychotic mass murderer."

Allesandra smiled sadly. Her black eyes held sympathy. "There's no rest for the good, Harry. No rest for the fucking wicked either."