One Hope Too Many

A/N: This story takes place before Desperate Measures. As I was looking over the story and working on the next chapter, i flt that there was too much history to cover so i created this one in order to have a better understanding.

Summary: Two unexpected visitors arrive that could change the course of the war. With the help of these two mysterious figures, will Voldemort find his down fall or will all be for nothing. Crossover.


Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, all other characters mentioned belong to their creators.



Two cloaked figures walked silently through a dense forest. Their distention was their only concern. The shorter of the two carried a soft fur messenger bag, hidden under the cloak. They paid careful attention to not smashing the bag between them. As they approached their distention, two furry noises poked out of the bag.

“Back inside you two.” A male voice whispered softly. He poked at the noises causing them to return inside the bag.

“Are you ready?” A female voice asked.

“It is now or never.” The male replied as they headed further in and straight into a meeting place.





Voldemort had been angry with his Death Eaters. They had failed him, one too many times now. He was just about to hand out punishments when two mysterious figures appeared in the clearing. The two figures blended well with the shadows. His anger swelled as he locked gazes with them.

“Who are you?” Voldemort hissed out.

“We’ve come to join.” The male voice said.

“Then revel yourselves. Only then may I consider your request.” Voldemort demanded.

“Now is not the time to make ourselves known to you.” The female said.

“Only in private will you see us.” The male added.

“Tell me, why should I allow you to join me?” Voldemort demanded, keeping control of the situation.

“We are very powerful and felt that we could be of use to you and your cause. With our help you will be able to win this war.” The male said.

“How powerful are you? Show me!”

“Can you not feel our power? If we must show you then we will only show a portion.” The male replied as he turned toward a group of trees to his left. He held out both of his hands and concentrated. Gathering his power, he forced it out of his hands causing a huge explosion. Within seconds, the group of tress had become no more then a vast clearing.

“Just imagine that and more we could do to your enemies.” The female said as the male turned to face him one again.


Voldemort was speechless. Never had he seen such work without a wand before. He felt there was more to it but he needed that power, he wanted it for himself. A plan began to form together. He needed those two in order to gain that power from them.

“I will allow you to join but in return you must teach me all you know.” Voldemort smirked. The two figures looked towards one another; clearly, that was not part of their plan. It was the only way in. With a nod to each other, they looked back to Voldemort.

“Agreed on one condition, we do not have to bare your mark. We have other ways to contact us if need be.” The male replied.

“Fine, tell me of this other way.” Voldemort hissed out. He did not like to make deals but he needed to harness their power. That kind of power would crush his enemies and keep those in line. There would be no other who could stop him.

“Just call for us. We will hear you.” The female said as they headed back into the forest.

“Just what are your names?” Voldemort yelled.

He felt just a whisper in his ear, Wyatt and Sahara. He looked around to see if anyone else had heard the voice but everyone was watching the woods. He alone knew the names of the two mysterious figures. He smirked to himself as he thought of the power he may now posses.




When they were far enough away, the two cloaked figures stopped. The taller of the two pulled back the hood to revel a handsome looking man. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. Power poured over him like a second skin. Beside him, the other figure removed the hood. She was young with one glance. Too young to be so powerful but yet she was older than she appeared. Her dark skin and dark eyes standing out showing her Asian heritage. Yet her hair had dark red highlights. He smiled at her and gazed into her mixed color eyes. Her eyes were a mixture of red, black, and gold. One would have to look deeply to see each color.

“You did not have to put out so much energy.” She said to him.

“He wanted to see what we could do. At least we made contact and we are in.” he said to her.

“Maybe, but you woke them up. Now you can stay up all night with them.” She said, reveling the messenger bag. The sides of the bag were moving as if something was kicking it. She opened the bag and three little kits poked out. Two of the kits were black with silver streaks. They looked exactly alike, the only difference being, one had silver on the tips of their ears and tail while the other had silver paws. The third one was slightly bigger than the other two, only the color was close to a gold color with streaks of silver. He reached out and petted each kit, smiling at them.


“Honey, they will be fine. By the time we are through, they will be asleep again.” He said.

“Don’t honey me, Wyatt. You had to revel our names to him, and you who just had to make a show of your magic.” She said.

“Sahara, listen. At least we got in without him seeing who we are. We agreed to this. If things get out of hand, I promise I will get you and the kits out of here.” Wyatt said locking gazes with his wife. Both wore a serious expression on their faces.

“Fine, let’s get the rest over with.” Sahara said pulling the hood back on. She sent out a pulse of her energy to settle the kits down before hiding the messenger bag back within the cloak. Wyatt followed her example and together, they approached their final distention for the night. Hogwarts.