Chapter 08- Mysterious Interlude

Beta: Ezra'eil

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the plots or names that are from the HP series. I do own the characters that I made. If anyone would like to use them, please contact me first. I do not mind, I just would like to know where they are being used.

"Testing"- Normal conversation
"Testing"- mental communication and thoughts
"Testing"- parseltongue

Dimension One
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix

"Are you sure this will work," Hermione asked. "Messing with time is dangerous. But what he did was even more so. He didn't create a time rift, he created a dimensional rift." She forgot her own misadventure in time.

"I'm sure it's safe," Albus Dumbledore said as he went over the calculations again. "I managed to stabilize the portal before it closed. What he did, I never imagined possible. It's amazing."

"He probably stole it from some wizard that he killed. We all know he was a dark lord, probably from the beginning," Ron said. "Calling himself Lord Osiris."

"I don't understand why he chose an Egyptian name when he was of Celtic decent," Hermione wondered aloud. "It makes no sense."

"Not everything is as it seems," Luna said from the side of the room. "Names are important to those who know the ancient ways. Those who remember them know that names have great power. He most likely chose a false name to deter us."

"I still don't understand why you are here," Hermione huffed at not knowing something. "You supported HIM in the beginning…"

"My reasons are my own," Luna said harshly. She had long lost the dream-like quality to her voice. They had all changed. "If we are to beat Potter, we need to know his true name."

"How many names can he have," Tonks asked. She had always been conflicted over the issue with Harry. Before they had turned on him, he had been nice to her.

"One name his parents gave him. One name for the world. And one name for those closet to him," Luna said. "He will only tell his chosen name to those who he trusts without a doubt."

"Wouldn't the name his parents gave him hold more power?"

"Don't assume that the books you read hold all the answers," Luna said. "There is still a lot about our world that you do not know. We all have names, but they are just that. A true name must be earned. A great deed must be done."

"But…" Hermione started to argue again.

"Enough. We will worry about his name if we ever discover it. Until then, let's go over the plan. Everyone will eventually go, but only a few will go first," Dumbledore said. "This world is dead and there is no point in staying behind."

"But why can't you come with us now," Ron complained. "I know some of the others are coming, but couldn't you come with us?"

"Not at the present moment," Dumbledore sighed. "I have a few things that I must take care of here first. Once they are taken care of, I will implement the final solution before entering the portal."

"Yes sir," Hermione nodded.

"Now this is important," Dumbledore said to the assembled Order. "Those who are going back now must avoid contact with their counterparts at all costs. It could create some nasty situations. It might also alert him to our presence if he sees more than one of us around."

"Do we know what the time period is that Potter went to," Moody asked. "That might be important. For all we know he could have gone back six months or two years."

"No, we don't. I can only assume that it is a few years in the past. Most likely before he went public with his intentions. There were some runes that I could not translate. They were unusual to say the least."

"So we capture him and bring him back here to do his job," Ron said while thinking of the glory. He tended to sleep through most of the meetings, so one couldn't fault him if he didn't know a few important topics.

"Boy, didn't you listen to the Headmaster," Moody snarled. The second war had maimed his body even more than first one had. "The final solution will destroy Voldemort."

"So why are we leaving if we can kill him without Potter," Ron asked stupidly.

"You're an idiot of the highest caliber," Ginny huffed as she hit him on the head. "The Headmaster said that the final solution will kill Voldemort, but at the same time destroy England. By going into the portal, we will be in an England untouched by war. We will need Potter to kill the Voldemort in that world. Once that Voldemort is dead, we kill Potter."

"I knew that," he said defensively.

"We will also be able to draw the support of more people," Dumbledore said. "I feel that with a land untouched by the second war, there will be more people to draw a support base from. Now, you will need to set up a headquarters that we can operate from. I'm leaving that in your capable hands."

Raising his voice, Ron said, "I have one quick question. Suppose that we do not end up as we are now. Suppose that we end up in the bodies of our doubles."

"What," Hestia blinked.

"Well, Hermione mentioned something about how the same two objects can't be in the same place at the same time. What happens if the magic fixes the problem?"

Chuckling, Dumbledore said, "I assure you, we'll be just fine. I don't imagine Mr. Potter wanting to go through his childhood again. That is what those runes that I couldn't read were for most likely."

"Now of all times you start to listen to me," Hermione hissed. "Why couldn't you start years ago? You might have made better grades if you did."

Imagine their surprise when they discover that Ron was right for once in his life.

"One more thing," Dumbledore said. "There needs to be a way to announce ourselves to each other. If you are unsure if you are confronting one of us or our counterparts we will have a code phrase."

"What's the code," Hermione asked.

"There's a storm brewing. May we seek refuge?"

Looking out the window, she said. "What are you talking about? The sky is clear."

"That's the first part of the code," Dumbledore said. "I want you to respond with another phrase. Refuge is asked, refuge is given."

"Cool," Ron said. "We'll be just like the Unspeakables before the war."

"Idiot," Hermione muttered as she hit him on the head. "Will you ever grow up?"

Ignoring the bickering, Dumbledore continued. "If the code phrase is not spoken, assume that you are not in the presence of one of the Order."


Dimension Two
By the Lake

"What's wrong," Daphne asked when she saw Harry staring off into space. "If you keep on sitting here, you'll be late for class. You wouldn't want to be late for potions, would you?"

"Something's coming," he said. "I can feel it. Something is coming and it's not good."

"What is it," she asked. "Has someone found out about you?"

"No," he said. "Whatever it is, it's not from around here. The only reason I can feel it is because my magic created it. I just can't remember creating portkey and losing it."

"Maybe some other type of magical transportation," she inquired. "A flying carpet? Or maybe a broom you created?"

"No, that's not it. Something else."

"Then I'm afraid that you're own your own with this one," she said. "That's the extent of my knowledge of magical transportation."

"How about how you came here," Morgan asked. "That was magical and a form of transportation."

"It couldn't be," he said. "The portal was set to close after I was sent to the past."

"Well, you did say that you messed up and ended too far back. You could have also messed up and left the portal open. Or someone else managed to stop it from closing."

"Is Morgan talking to you again," Daphne asked. "She needs to learn that it's rude to exclude someone from the conversation if they started it."

After listening to Morgan for a second, he said, "She said that she'll consider it when you showed her those magazines that you have."

As he watched, Daphne's face turned a bright red at the mention of magazines. "I don't want to know," he said.

"I don't know…" she stammered out in her embarrassment.

"I said I don't know anything about them and I don't care to know anything about them," he said as he held up his hand."

"Ok…okay," she stammered. The magazines in question were from Cassiopeia. She said that she could have them until her and Harry was older. The magazines were actually really strange, combining Cassiopeia's favorite pastime with…"


December 10th

"Attention," McGonagall called when the class didn't appear to notice her presence. "I know many of you are ready for the holidays but we still have one more lesson. Today we will attempt to fully transfigure a spoon into a fork. Begin."

"Professor," Hermione called out. "Is there a reason we are learning this. It just seems that it would be more productive to learn something else."

"Ms. Granger, when I think you are proficient enough to move on, you will. I have yet to see you transfigure your spoon."

"It just seems to…" Hermione started to say before her body began shaking violently.

"Ms. Granger, are you okay," she began when she noticed Ron shaking also. "Mr. Weasley, what's wrong?"

The two students continued to shake, not responding to anything around them. "Class dismissed. Return to your common rooms while I take these two to the Hospital Wing."

Harry took one look at the two and had a very bad feeling that he knew what was happening. "Morgan, get everyone and meet us in my suite."

"What's going on," she asked.

"I'll explain later. Just get everyone there."


Hospital Wing

"What's wrong with them," McGonagall asked. "Can you tell?"

"They both seem perfectly fine," Madam Pomfrey said. "I can't find anything wrong."

"Anything wrong?" shrieked Professor Sprout. "Two of my students are laying here and you say they are fine?"


"What's going on," Hermione asked suddenly. "Why do I feel so strange?"

"Ms. Granger," said a startled Pomfrey. "Don't move too much. We aren't sure what happened?"

"Madam Pomfrey? What are you doing here? I thought you were dead?"

"I most certainly am not dead," she huffed. "You are most likely suffering from some type of mental breakdown…"

"Mental breakdown," Hermione yelled as she grabbed her wand. I'll show you a mental breakdown."

"Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall said appalled. "Put your wand away now."

"Wh-at," Ron groggily said. "Where am I? Did anyone get the name of that broom?"

While Ron was waking up and the professors were busy discussing what happened, she was thinking about what was going on. Why am I in Hogwarts? Why is Poppy here? I know she died at the fourth battle of St. Mungos.


Harry's Common Room

"Harry, what's going on," Daphne asked as she sat down. "Why are we here? Does this have anything to do with Granger and Weasley acting crazier than usual?"

"Milord," called Captain Nolan. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, there's a problem," Harry vented. "Somehow they're here."

"Who's here," Daphne asked in confusion. "Besides Morgan, no one can read your mind. What's going on?"

"It's Weasley and Granger. They are here."

Thinking that Harry might have lost it, "Harry, they have been here for a while. Did you hit your head?"

"No, I didn't hit my head. Any my sanity is just fine," he said. "They came back just like I did. I could feel it."

"How can you feel it," Jasper asked.

"Because I created it. The portal was made by my magic but it should have closed after I went through it…unless someone interfered. That's why it felt different. Dumbledore must have arrived before it closed and stabilized it with his own magic. Only two other people could have stabilized it without losing their magic."

"Did anymore come back," Captain Nolan asked. He would need to step up the security of their lord if new players had been introduced.

"I can't tell," Harry admitted. "The only reason I could feel those two was because I was in the same room. There could be more in the school and I wouldn't know. That's why I think we should get an early start on our vacation."

"When are we leaving," Captain Nolan asked.

"In two hours," Harry replied. "I need some time to do something. Get everything ready for our departure."


Hospital Wing

"Ms. Granger," Dumbledore smiled. "I hear you and Mr. Weasley are not feeling good. Is there anything that I can do?"

"There's a storm brewing. May we seek refuge?" she said in hopes that Dumbledore had already come back. In truth, she knew that it had not been long enough.

"Excuse me, what was that," Dumbledore blinked. Turning to Minerva, "Did she hit her head when she was shaking?"

"I don't think so," she responded slowly. "I didn't see her hit her head but it's possible that she did in the confusion."

Seeing that this wasn't her Dumbledore she knew enough to shut up. I'm happy that Ron chose to go back to sleep.

"Headmaster, I want to keep these two over the holidays for observation," Pomfrey said. "Just in case something happens again."

"But we are going home for the holidays," Hermione blurted out. "You can't keep us."

"I'm afraid that it's just too dangerous for you to go home," Pomfrey said. "I'll have Professor Sprout send a note to your parents."

Thinking fast, she said. "According to the Hogwarts Bylaws, no student can be forced to stay over the holidays. Even the Headmaster can not restrict them. My parents can petition the Ministry for an injunction."

"I'm afraid she's right," Dumbledore sighed. "There is nothing we can do to stop them."

Huffing in annoyance, she said. "If there are any signs that something is wrong I want you to owl me at once. Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Hermione sighed. Ron may not be so lucky but at least she could try to contact the others.


Entrance Hall

"Going somewhere Potter," Snape snarled.

"Yeah, I figured that I'd get a head start on the holidays," Harry smiled. I just love how easy it is to push his buttons. Though I do think it will become to mundane one day.

"I don't think so, Potter. You may think you can get away with a lot around here, but this is one time that you can't," Snape smirked in victory. Having the rules on his side for once felt good, though he wouldn't admit that aloud. "I've already alerted the Headmaster."

"What makes you think that he can stop me?" Harry said.

"I believe that my position as Headmaster might do that," Dumbledore smiled as he appeared. Inwardly he was thinking that this day couldn't get any worse. First, two of his students are acting crazy or at least more so than usual. Now his most troublesome student is caught leaving. Maybe it's not too late to allow the boy to change schools. I'm pretty sure that I can find someone else to kill Voldemort. "Is there a problem that requires your attention already? Something that I could help with? I know how aggravating politics can be. I've spent many years in the government and could offer advice on whatever you're worried about."

"Sorry, everything is fine for the moment," Harry said. He didn't think the Headmaster could be this obvious. "Though I'll keep your offer in mind. You never know when you can use a brain to pick through for answers."

"Headmaster, you can't just let him leave," Snape ranted. Sometimes he thought all those lemon drops rotted his brain. "The boy is obviously up to no good. If you allow him to wander around the county, there is no way to know what he will get up to. For all we know, he could be planning the takeover of the school."

"Nonsense," Harry waved off his concerns. "I have bigger plans than the school. And actually the Hogwarts Bylaws do not state a required date to leave or return to school for the holidays. It only states that you stay until the last exam is given and be back before the first class."

"Excuse me," Dumbledore blinked. Since when have the bylaws become common reading? Having Granger or some Ravenclaw spout out Bylaws was one thing but Harry doing the same was a surprise. He knew the boy was smart, just didn't think he was that smart. Getting back in bed was looking better and better. "Alas Severus, he's right. He has finished his last exam and has the right to leave if he has the means. Though Hogwarts can not provide traveling arrangements for just a few students."

"I have my own means," Harry said.

"Would you at least stay for the leaving feast?" Dumbledore tried.

"No thanks," Harry said. "It's about time I get some real food. Though I might be hosting a small party for the Winter Solstice. If so, I'll send out invitations."


Potter Manor
Cemaes Bay, Wales

"Party," Daphne screamed as soon as they appeared in the manor. "That means planning. I've always wanted to host a party since I saw my mother host them. That means a new dress."

"Why me," Harry said as he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to stave off his headache. "We're not having a party. I only said that to Dumbledore in an attempt to aggravate him more."

"How is hosting a party going to aggravate him," Morgan asked aloud. He had finally convinced her to speak when Daphne is around. At least he didn't have to play translator when those two got in their spats. Honestly, arguing over what colour is better for the pool water. Why can't they just leave the water the colour it was meant to be? "Parties are meant to be fun."

"Even though it's giving him a headache, he is still trying to protect me in his own twisted sense. He'll play hell trying to provide security around the place and try to sneak in some of his people."

"Well, that sounds good," Daphne said. "But we're still having the party. Maybe not here, but don't you have somewhere else that we can use?"

"I don't like parties," he moaned. "They're nothing but trouble."

"Please," she said as she stuck out her lower lip and began to cry. "This will be my first party that I get to host."


"Please," she begged.

"Okay," he gave in. He never could deal with crying females. Sure, give him a dark lord and he'd kill him. Give him an impenetrable fortress and he'd crush it. But give him a crying girl and he crumbled. "But you're the one who is planning the entire thing. Just bill everything to the main vault. And make sure Nolan goes over the guest list. I don't want any surprises."

Turning to his guards, "Captain, I want you to go over my properties and find the best place to hold the party. And make sure the security is handled by our people only, no outsiders."

"Aye," the captain bowed. "If I may be so bold, was it prudent to state what your plans where?"

"About taking over?" Harry asked.


"Gotta keep them on their toes. I hope to have them so confused that they won't know what my plans are, until it's too late."


End Chapter


Edited on October 09, 2008