The World Order

A ? x Harry Potter Crossover by Dirty Reid

A.N.: This is an idea I've had for a while. I'll only be doing this story, but I am authorizing spinoffs if you believe you can write them. If you wish to, drop me a PM and I'll send you the necessary information.

Chapter 1: A Plea for Aide

Voldemort was back.

This information was exceedingly troublesome, but not unexpected, thought Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Somewhere, deep within his heart, Dumbledore knew that Harry Potter had not truly vanquished the Dark Lord that night thirteen years ago. Tom was simply too dead set on immortality to give up like so many believed he had.

He and Harry had dueled; Harry had survived. Dumbledore knew that he would. It was in Harry's nature as a true-born survivor. But now the blood protection over Harry's home would be completely worthless. He would have to see to that.

Another pressing issue was the attitude of the Ministry. Despite having many of the facts thrown in his face, Cornelius Fudge steadfastly refused to acknowledge the return of Voldemort. He had not uttered it aloud, but Dumbledore always knew it was a mistake to allow Cornelius control of the country. His denial would soon translate to paranoia, and he would undoubtedly attempt to discredit anyone who preached the truth, starting with Harry and him.

'Let us hope that the former members of the Order will hear young Sirius out and join us in resistance.' Dumbledore hoped mentally. Having been through more than fifty years of politics though, the old man knew that things would not be so simple. Those who gained power were deathly afraid of losing it. Fudge and Voldemort were just two examples. If Dumbledore thought he knew Fudge, he was fairly certain that someone form the Ministry would be assigned to spy on both him and the school. More likely than not, this spy would be given authority to restrict the teachings of Hogwarts, or possibly strip him of his position. Harry would not be safe either. Fudge, and by extension the Ministry itself, would be on his heels like a starved Cerberus, waiting for him to trip up once before pouncing. Blatant abuse of power.

If there was one thing Dumbledore knew above all else, it was that he would be hard-pressed to protect Harry for the coming year. Short of shadowing him everywhere as though he were a child, the Boy-who-Lived would be much more vulnerable with the gathering turmoil within the government. The chances of him finding a witch or wizard who would and could protect Harry constantly were slim to none. For a moment, Albus Dumbledore was silent, lost in thought; searching for a solution to Harry's vulnerability.

A little known fact about Dumbledore was his tell. Whenever he was alone, and under a great deal of stress, he would unconsciously scratch his right clavicle. This time though, when he involuntarily brought his hand up to scratch his clavicle, his long fingers brushed a thin grey chain he hid under his voluminous robes, and occasionally forgot about.

It was as if someone had hit a 'Stop' button on the geriatric wizard, and increased the twinkle in his eyes to 'glinting' status. Slowly, his bony hand reached further down the collar of his robes to grasp the thin chain whose use as a solution had just been slammed into the forefront of his mind. It had been part of him for so long that it felt almost strange lifting the warm grey chain off of his skin and pulling it off of his head.

To anyone who could have been scrying upon the scene, they would have seen an old man holding a faded, coppery medallion. Nothing could be further from the truth. What Dumbledore held was a piece of Silex Victus: Living Rock. It was a sentient, semi-omniscient material, linked to seven other pieces and their retainers. Upon the coppery stone medallion was an eight-pronged star. It had not started with eight prongs; as other medallions were created, the living rock would shift and twist to indicate another had been created. Emblazoning the opposite side was an open-palmed hand with a small sphere in it, symbolizing the first refined form of magecraft, tracing back to ancient Mesopotamia.

"Yes," Dumbledore murmured to himself as he stared at the ancient piece of stone. "I believe this warrants the attention of the Order." He finished before conjuring a roll of parchment and a simple black quill. As he began to write his message, a small, uncharacteristically mischievous grin flitted across Dumbledore's face.

'Fudge may play dirty,' he intoned mentally 'but he fails to realize that I can as well.'

It took Dumbledore almost ten minutes to write his letter detailing the conundrum he found himself in, what he expected his intended contact to do, and give said contact some information detailing his world. You see, Dumbledore's intended contact lived in an extremely isolated environment which meant that most, if not all of its inhabitants- both warrior and civilian- had never heard of magic. His intended contact though, was also in possession of a Silex Victus medallion, which would have given him some knowledge of the world beyond his borders.

After he had finished inking his letter, he set about waving his wand over the parchment and whispering several spells: One changed his carefully scripted letter into a completely different dialect; the other was a Soundproofing Charm that would activate when the letter was opened. With a whisper of "Portus proprius," Dumbledore created a slightly modified Portkey out of a gold Galleon, which he placed in the envelope with his letter. He closed the envelope and pressed the Silex Victus to the flap. The medallion grew warm and bright for a split second, and when it faded, a red wax blob with the eight-pronged star sealed the envelope shut. Turning the envelope over one last time, Dumbledore took his quill and wrote eight ominous words upon the front of the envelope, which promptly changed dialects, but still stated thus:

'In discord, We unite; for peace, We strive.'

It may have only seemed like an ominous quote or mantra, but it had a purpose that only the retainers of the Silex Victus, past and present, knew. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, sensed that he was needed and lazily fluttered from his perch. Wordlessly, the Headmaster of Hogwarts tied the letter to his Familiar's leg.

"Do be careful when you are delivering this letter, Fawkes." Dumbledore said to his beautiful bird. "I would not like to save you like I did last time."

Fawkes cocked his head to the side and let out an indignant chirp, followed by a still pleasant-sounding squawk. Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yes, I am sure you did not intend to end up where you did, but allow me to remind you that we almost did not make it out of Moria alive." He answered with a pointedly raised eyebrow. Orcs were little trouble, and trolls were only a slight annoyance, but having to stand against an eighteen foot Balrog- a corrupted creator of the Earth- in complete blackness was by no means easy. While it had little in the ways of magical ability, control of fire and shadows notwithstanding, it was nearly impervious to every spell the old man had thrown at it. Only a complex string of borderline Dark curses had stunned it long enough for him and Fawkes to make their exit.

With one last indignant look, Fawkes flapped his wings once and began to glow a brilliant gold. A brief increase in the magnitude of the light he emitted faded to reveal that the phoenix had gone. For several moments, Dumbledore's office, dimly lit despite the late hour, was completely silent, save the mixed false and legitimate snoring of the portraits. As he crossed his fingers in front of his face and hunched over in the waning light of the torches and lamps in his office, he began to envision possible outcomes of the events he had just set in motion.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore could do little to turn the future the Ministry would soon be creating and ensure the protection of Harry Potter and the Magical World.

Warlord Dumbledore though… he was another story entirely.

There we have it, the first chapter of my new crossover! What does this Silex Victus medallion signify? Who could Dumbledore's mysterious contact be? She/He's not from Middle-Earth, if that's the idea you're getting. Lastly, why did he refer to himself as Warlord? Let me know when you:

-1- Tell me whether or not you liked this installment

-2- Tell me what you SPECIFICALLY liked about this installment

-3- Tell me what you DIDN'T like about this installment

-4- Recommend a suitable improvement

-5- Try to answer the questions listed above to the best of your abilities

That's all for now, though. See you next time!

DR