This is my first fanfic. Be nice, review, etc.
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A.N. This is a re-upload, somehow parts one and two got mixed up. Yeah... weird.
Chapter One Dreams and Darkness
It was a dark and stormy night, which was only made worse by the fact that once again, Harry Potter was in the mind of Lord Voldemort, the most fearsome dark wizard in the world.
It was an unnatural feeling of extreme loneliness. It had been a year since Voldemort had been to Hogwarts, a year since he tried to contact Sirius Black for assistance, two years since Harry had seen that thing erupt from the diary, and three since he had done anything of importance.
For the greatest of the Dark Lords, Voldemort was feeling deeply unfulfilled.
(This is, of course, a story of my own design. Some things are different, others remain. The basic plot is still there, so just hang loose, and you'll get the gist of what's different.)
Nevertheless, there was some cause for hope. A faithful servant had found him, and found a way to protect him. Voldemort was pleased. His thoughts turned to Hogwarts, and of the boy safely hidden away in its walls. Very soon, the two would meet again, and when they did….
Harry bolted upright in bed, his scar burning, "Bloody Merlin's bong! Every time! Every time I get a regular life, that maniac goes off the deep end all over again!" He screamed to himself. Ron rolled over, mutter something about Red Vines. (Is that "A Very Potter Musical" reference? I love me.) Harry stayed panting, and then got out of bed.
"I'm going downstairs," He told Ron, who muttered something about bringing back food. Harry shook his head. There was ever chance that his friend would have been the one to defeat Voldemort- if Voldemort did not make him work hard, and was made entirely out of melted cheese. Still, Ron was a great hand to have in a fight. Harry felt safer with his friend by his side, but needed to make sure his feud with Voldemort did not affect those closest to him. The boy got up wearily.
Feeling as though he had better look around to make sure that the house was secure, Harry took off down the hall. He came to Ginny's door, again. (He found himself here often, not knocking, but always wanting to.) 'Well,' said Harry to himself, 'I am trying to make sure every is safe, and Ginny… maybe she needs me right now…' Ginny was… well, Ginny, Ron's sister, and so off-limits. But still, it was the opinion of many a boy that she deserved extra attention. To Harry's surprise, the door opened.
Though bleary eyed and with bed-head, Genevra Weasly was no less a striking sight to the young Wizard. She glared at Harry, and invited him, as sweetly as possible given her state, to tea.
Harry eagerly agreed, though he felt guilty sneaking off into the night with a girl. Back on Privet Drive, this would never have happened. And Hogwarts, though decidedly relaxed on blowing things up, usurping the authority of the government, and the occasional death, made a silent rule about dating; 'do it, but don't do it, do it.' This was rarely an issue due to the lack of privacy, and the fact that one's lover may be someone else in disguise, acting under magical mind-control, or evil. Surprisingly, all three had come up quite a bit in History of Magic, to the point that even Harry had taken note. William the Willing had supposedly bedded three willing witches, which actually turned out to be one witch using polyjuice potion while under the imperious curse. It was a weird story, which would have been slightly erotic had it been told by anyone born after the invention of the wheelbarrow. Professor Bins made a point to drone on boorishly until he had to be corrected by Hermione.
She had been nothing but smug knowing something her teacher did not, which spurned Ron to tell her that they didn't need a teacher to tell him that, which made her tell him he was being stupid, which led to him licking her sandwich, curses were exchanged, and, by the end of the day, Harry was willing to make an Unbreakable Vow to never pay attention in class again.
Harry came out of his musing to see Ginny handing him tea and cake. Though fiery on the outside, she certainly had a softer, more domestic side to her, like her mother. They were sitting across from one another as though they were already family. A scene flashed through Harry's head of him holding her at a future Christmas, with Ron and Hermione opposite, whilst red-headed children played, 'bop the slimy Slytherins' between them.
Ginny gave him the same look Snape sometimes displayed, as though reading his mind. Harry popped back to himself, asking how she was.
"Oh nothing, just my boyfriend waking up screaming obscenities about the Dark Lord," She trailed off, and then blushed, "I mean, a boy who is a friend. I think of you as my friend, and you're a boy, and… you're avoiding the topic!" She accused furiously, "What was going on up there?"
Harry tried to keep his voice light, but speaking of his parents' killer was… difficult. The more he spoke, the more confident he was that Voldemort would return a third time. When he mentioned that his foe would return to Hogwarts, he noticed her go noticeably paler. The previous year, she had stumbled upon the dark wizard, and he had gotten inside her. It had been horrible for her.
"So… maybe for the third year in a row, I can host…" She tried to joke, but she was too stressed. She made a choking noise.
"Hey!" Harry said abruptly, "I'll take care of you. I promise."
He got up and hugged her, ignoring the misty eyes.
"Bloody Merlin's bong! Every time! Every time I get a regular life, that maniac goes off the deep end all over again!" Justin screamed to himself. Alex rolled over, mutter something about Red Vines. He stood over her bed, trying to shake his sister awake. "Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex, ALEX, ALEX!" Eventually, she grumbled something dirty-sounding about the only way he gets a girl in bed, and how rude he would be to that girl.
"Where's your wand?" He demanded in a high voice.
"Hmm-mmm… get more…?" She replied throwing her messy locks about.
Justin sighed, waving his wand back and forth, Alex launched out of bed whirling like a cyclone, dressing, cleaning, and washing. She stumbled as she slowed, throwing herself into Justin's arms. He caught her nonchalantly, and straightened her. Though they would never say it aloud, the two always seemed to hold onto each other a little longer than necessary…
"Geez Justin, what's the big deal? I was… wait; did I just clean my whole room?" She made a face, then ran her tongue across her mouth, "And use mouthwash?!"
"Yes, well, I noticed you were beginning to develop dog breath, so…" He smirked and she grinned, a comeback on her lips… which promptly died. Dogs led to wolves, and wolves, like everything around her lately, led back to Mason. Justin stopped smiling too.
As if out of the blue, he stared his little sister in the eyes and told her, "Alex, I want to try to take care of you…" He let the sentence hang, then handed her back her wand. "We're going back to Wiztech. A foreign wizard named Alastair Moody found your wand being smuggled to a death-eater. Apparently evil is afoot, and Professor Crumbs needs futurenaut Justin Vincenzo Pepe Russo to stop it."
Alex sniggered, "And I'll be there to cause it. By the way, how does being half nerd half dork, half wimp stop evil from stepping?" She added then flashed away
Justin fumed, not over being called nasty things, but over the fact that Alex was so horrible at math. She did not even care enough to consider it in her insults!
