Chapter 1

JON

The Last Time Jon had been as tired as he was he could not quite remember. What he did know was that his first quidditch practice had been the hardest 4 hours of his life. He stumbled into his bed the instant he had apparated into his parents house. Not even alerting them to his arrival he hit the pillows and was completely dead to the world.

It was quite amazing that after a mere 4 months following his graduation from Brookestone academy of magic he was already on and playing chaser for a somewhat major quidditch team. He had played chaser for his school quidditch team and was captain from his 5th year on. He had planned a career in quidditch for awhile, but he did not expect for his career to take off as quickly as it did. He was on the sub team for the Wisconsin Firecaps. The second string team was the team that got the call ups, and should he do well enough he might be called up quickly.

His quidditch playing was amazing considering he was only 18. He blew away the coaches and stunned his team mates. Chasing was his life. Aside from quidditch he enjoyed dueling for money on the side. He would start bar fights with other wizards strictly for the fun. He had also dueled in competitions a few times, though never walking away with first prize he always placed. But he was banned from such activities after he made the team.

He wasn't happy about such a thing; he still hoped that quidditch would work, because it would be too late to attempt the school to become an auror. That was his second choice for a career. He hoped for an exciting life. And since Voldermort's return he had found it even harder to give up being an auror. He considered life far too boring and hoped quidditch would spice things up.

He had left a newspaper sitting on his floor, one that read

Harry Potter: Chosen One?

He believed that Harry was in fact the chosen one. He hoped that Harry would take up the responsibility and kill the dark lord. And Jon hoped that he could fight the death eaters. He had heard rumors of a society that Dumbledore created and was tempted to try and join it. But sadly he lived in America, and had not the ability to go to Europe. So he was forced to give that up.

For the time being he was living with his parents, but as soon as he could he would get an apartment, he had resolved that he would move in with his best friend. He and Chris had resolved this in their 6th year. Chris was not interested in quidditch, he was more ready to become an auror, and had started the training a couple weeks ago. And it had taken away Jon's ability to contact his best friend. The training would end in 3 more Months. And then he would be out of his parent's house finally.

Life in Wisconsin was easy to become bored with, and so Jon had hoped that after awhile in quidditch he would be able to hop onto a different team and be able to leave the hellishly boring state. His parents were quite the cliché of boredom. They were in bed by 8:30 so that they could be up at 6 to go to work. Jon considered his parents old and useless for just about everything.

Jon had a rather wrong opinion of his parents, when he thought they were in bed they weren't, when he thought they were at work they weren't. They were not working to fight the death eaters that had taken to America following the dark lord's return, they were helping them. And the night that Jon was passed out on his bed from severe exhaustion was the night his father was due to join the ranks of the death eaters.

Jon's mother was not a dark wizard like her husband was, she was tricked into being put under the imperious curse. She had been under it for months now. Jon's father James needed her for she was the better potion maker and this was what the death eater had asked James to do. They needed a certain potion to control the muggle president. And Jon was given the job to prove his loyalty, and he took no time into putting his wife under the imperious curse to help him.

The potion was done and James was to present it to the death eaters. His wife was asleep, as he donned his cloak that was given to him and his mask. He made his way to his basement to meet the death eaters where the cauldron was that held the potion. The ceremony had been completed in one hour and James gave the potion to the death eaters. He was filled with an evil merciless joy.

All was right until he proceeded to attempt to go to bed. He entered the room with his robes on and his skull mask in his hand to find his wife free of the curse that had controlled her for months; she had finally mastered it and gained control of herself. She was ready wand out to fight the monster who had imprisoned her.

Jon would have slept the night clean through if it wasn't for the noise that was going on in the room next to his. He sat up slowly not understanding the noise. After a few seconds his ears had finally woken and could hear curses being thrown from his parent's room. All sleep had left him. Adrenaline pumped as he pulled out his wand and he threw open his bedroom door.

Cloaked figures were coming up the stairs and light was flaring from under the door to his parent's room. He acted without thinking, primarily on instinct. His reflexes had completely taken over, he had no time to think, only to act. He ducked down and stunned the first figure that reached the top of the stairs. It let out a scream, female. She fell backwards down the stairs taking the others that were coming up the stairs with her.

Jon dashed quickly to his parent's bedroom and found the door locked, he attempted to unlock it magically but it failed. He cursed and turned around to find three black figures behind him. He could hear the mocking laughter. They had him surrounded against the wall. One shot a spell he parried it with ease and ducked under another shot of green light. He quickly recognized he was dealing with death should he screw up.

The knowledge didn't have time to sink in or the time for fear to take hold. Quidditch had taught him to act with a clear mind, one free of worries, as to best perform. This transferred to his dueling. He dove at the closest death eater taking him down noisily. The other two didn't attack for fear of hitting there comrade. He hit the death eater over the head in the struggle on the ground and felt him go limp. Jon didn't let the watching death eaters know, he continued to pretend like they were fighting until he was able to stun one of them. He fell quickly. With one left he rolled. Having miscalculated the room he had he stumbled into a door and was rendered helpless. The death eater laughed. It was the female he had stunned before.

"You are pathetic!" She hissed at him as she raised her wand. Jon kicked the door causing him to roll backwards the green light missed him and hit the spot where he had been. Using the momentum to his advantage Jon was on his feet quickly. Another quick thinking move he used the rest of his momentum to charge into the death eater. She was caught mostly off guard and she fell onto her back.

Jon looked up with what little time he had to see another death eater at the stairs, the fallen female death eater at his feet. This one did not have a mask on. He was ugly. Scars on his face, and a sick grin. Jon instantly recognized the wizard for his face had been in the paper many times. This was Drakan. He was the leader of the death eaters, and considered the most feared wizard in America. The female death eater was getting up but Drakan silenced her with a killing curse.

Horror and a slight whimper escaped Jon. He had just seen a man kill a comrade. Drakan looked up and stared at Jon for a few seconds.

"She was useless, couldn't even kill an 18 year old boy." Drakan's voice was surprisingly lacking in menace. It was neither hoarse nor deep. It sounded rather nerdy. Had the situation been less serious Jon would probably had laughed. "You are quite the dueler boy. I watched your entire skirmish here. I will give you one chance boy to join me; if you refuse you walk into your own death." Drakan said quickly. Jon took a moment to breathe, for he realized he had forgotten to do so. He listened to the noise going on his parents room, crashes and screams were all he could hear. He looked away from the door and stared Drakan hard in the eyes.

"I would rather die than join you." Jon spat at the floor at Drakan's feet. Drakan looked at the ground and smiled.

"Boy you forfeit your own life." Drakan looked up the scars seemed larger and more pronounced when he smiled. "You have balls. But I doubt you have the ability" Drakan raised his wand and waited for Jon to do the same.

"At least you have honor you slime" Jon said raising his. For nearly a minute they stood there wands up staring at each other. Jon was concentrated on one thing only, the duel that was ahead of him. He no longer heard the screams and shouts that came from his parent's room. He could not hear the moans of the death eaters on the ground around him. He only heard himself shouting one curse and one curse alone.

Jon blinked slowly and when he opened them he twirled his wand and shouted two words that summoned a spell that was completely unblockable. He was not the only one to yell the curse Drakan spun his wand and shouted the same spell.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" They yelled in unison. The green balls of light shot from both there wands and met in the middle, and explosion followed knocking both wizards off their feet. Jon was sent back and hit the door to his room then the ground. He went out of consciousness for a mere second. When he opened his eyes he saw that Drakan was not aware of what happened yet. The death eaters that were next to the explosion were motionless. Most likely dead, Jon slowly stood up, Drakan was motionless. He went to his parent's door. The noise had ceased. He shouted a spell to destroy the door but it opened before he could complete the words. His father stood in the door way in a black cloak, his face dripping with sweat.

Jon was taken aback and felt himself start to fall backwards. He caught himself and stared at his father, the realization of him being a death eater was not something Jon could take. His father stared at his son. Blood was dripping down his face and tears down his eyes.

"Son I'm sorry." James had begun to say but was cut off when Drakan grabbed Jon from behind putting his wand to his neck.

"This son of a bitch is gonna die." Drakan spoke quietly. Jon didn't even care; his will to fight was completely gone. "Where's the fight I saw earlier boy? You seemed to be untouchable kid? Has your new knowledge about your father caused you to give up? Come on, you can't do that, we haven't finished out little duel here." Drakan said quickly.

"I don't care, kill me." Jon said to Drakan while staring at his father. James lowered his head, and began to say.

"Son when it comes down to it, you have to go with what you believe in. And I'm sorry you had to find out this now. You seem to have been faring pretty well son. But I'm afraid if your not willing to fight I will have to let Drakan here kill you." James said.

"It really is a shame that you won't fight me, you would have been fun. Let's go boy I want to see that spark you had before. You know I don't think I have seen anyone with the balls to try to hit me with the killing curse before." Drakan said smiling.

Jon was at a loss, he did not know what to do. He knew his mothers motionless form would be in that room, worse he knew his father had killed her. Now it was his time to die. He closed his eyes, and his future flashed before him, everything he planned to do he could see it being done. He opened them. And kicked his father in the stomach.

Drakan gasped, but didn't have time to act. Jon had grabbed the arm that was around his neck and pulled throwing Drakan to the ground. He kicked Drakan in the head. Blood spurted but Jon did not care. He picked up his wand and walked up to his father who was getting up.
"CRUCIO!" Jon yelled and his father. James screamed in pain. And Jon smiled.

"This is a pain you rightly deserve father." Jon said. He did not notice that Drakan was back on his feet. Wiping his nose Drakan flicked his wand and something hit Jon in the head knocking him over.

"There we go boy. That's the spark I was talking about." Drakan said smiling. Jon felt the blood pouring down his face and paid no attention to it. Jon had his wand up and sent a disarming jinx at Drakan, it was waved away easily. "You have more than that boy!" Drakan yelled. "Lets see another avada kedavra." Drakan said.

"You asked for it. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Jon yelled. Once again Drakan did the same. Before they could connect Jon jumped over the ledge to his right down to the first floor of his house. He landed hard as the explosion happened and felt his ankle collapse from the fall.

Jon looked up and saw that Drakan was standing; he had shielded himself from the explosion this time. A flick of his wand and Drakan had sent blue light at Jon. A quick dive and the light had hit the floor leaving a hole in the floor. Jon limped behind a wall as Drakan descended the stairs.

"There's nothing you can do boy. Your gonna die, don't face it hiding, be a man." Drakan said walking through the kitchen following the blood spots. Jon was out of all tricks, he had nothing left that he hadn't thrown at Drakan. Despite his best efforts Drakan was better, Drakan was gonna kill him, nothing could stop him. A popping noise and another wizard were in front of him. The wizard nodded to Jon and ran around the corner. He heard Drakan curse.

"SHIT!" He could hear spells being thrown and knocked away. "You will live for now boy but not for long!" Drakan yelled before he could hear Drakan apparate. Jon turned the corner and saw three wizards standing in his kitchen. The adrenaline was gone and all energy quickly followed was any energy.

"Its ok now kid, your safe." One of the wizards said as he helped Jon sit down on the floor. The wizard had a rather funny face. Not strange, but you could simply tell that he was a cluts simply by looking at him. His pointy wizard's hat was slanted and his robes were a dark blue. The other wizard was bulky, tall and thick. He didn't wear robes, but jeans and a simple black t shirt.

"Horbey there's three dead death eaters upstairs, I think the boy did it. Drakan is gone and so is James. They must have apparated. Shouldn't stay here much longer, we best get back to headquarters and explain some things to this boy." The bulky wizard said to the other.

"You killed those death eaters kid? Well that's rather amazing. Can you walk?" Horbey said to Jon.

"Not really, It's my ankle I think I sprained it." Jon said. He pulled up his pants to see is swollen purple ankle.

"Well that won't be a problem to fix. Jude go alert headquarters that I will be arriving momentarily with the kid and that they should have a bed ready when I get there." Horbey said. Jude nodded and apparated quickly.

Horbey muttered a spell and the swelling went away along with most of the pain in Jon's ankle. Jon quickly stood up and tested the ankle. He could walk on it just fine.

"Uh, thanks for the help and stuff but my mom is dead upstairs I can't just flee the seen; Aurors will probably be here any second now." Jon said

"This is why we need to hurry and leave before they take you into custody, we don't have time to argue about this you have to come with me." Horbey said urgently. Jon didn't know what to do; this wizard had just saved his life perhaps he should listen to him. But his mom was dead upstairs he can't just leave her body behind.

"Quickly boy, it's very important that you come with me, you don't know yet the danger you would be in if you don't come with me, don't honor your mother's memory by getting yourself killed!" Horbey yelled. Jon was shaken but gave in.

"Alright I'll go with you." Jon said quickly. Horbey sighed in relief and held out his arm.

"Grab on we will have to apparate but you don't know where we are going." Horbey said quickly. Jon grabbed hold of Horbey's hand. It seemed hard and worn; looking into Horbey's face could now see the age lines all over his face. Before Jon could say anything they were gone from the house.

They both appeared in a large room filled with furniture and other people. As soon as they were there Horbey broke free of Jon's grasp and walked up to Jude.

"Get him to a bed quickly, he is completely exhausted. Liza come into the kitchen with me we have much to discuss. Please will you bring the entire inner circle also, this emergency meeting will be very important and will determine whether we bring in a much needed member into the rise." An old witch on the other side of the room nodded walked out of the room quickly. Horbey nodded to Jon to go with Jude and then walked out of the room the same way Liza had gone.

"Come with me kid we have a room that you can stay in for the night." Jude told Jon as he walked away. Jon quickly followed him out of the furniture filled room and up a staircase. The house Jon was in was rather large. Possibly a mansion, but right now he could not tell, and he didn't care. He had so many things running through his head he felt extremely overwhelmed.

"Where are we?" Jon asked Jude who was several feet ahead of Jon. Jude stopped for a second; he seemed to be thinking to himself.

"Right now there isn't much I can tell you; we are no longer in Wisconsin. We're close to Nevada." Jude answered taking a right turn at the top of the staircase.

"Ok then, what is this place, and why am I here?" Jon asked. He hoped that this was one of the things that He could be told because this was one of the biggest things on his mind.

"Well, this is the Headquarters for the Crimson sunrise. And you're here because we figure that after your run in with your father and Drakan they will try very hard to kill you." Jude said as he stopped in front of a door and opened it.

"What is the Crimson Sunrise?" Jon asked quickly. Jude lowered his head and waved Jon to come into the room. The room was simple; all it had was a bed and a nightstand next to it.

"Well this is where you will be sleeping tonight; hopefully you will sleep well though I doubt you actually will tonight after what you just went through. Goodnight then." Jude said as he turned out the door.

"You didn't answer my last question." Jon said as Jude reached the door. Jude stopped and turned around.

"And I don't plan on it. I told you that I can't tell you much; you will most likely find out tomorrow. But until then goodnight." Jude said and then he closed the door quickly before Jon could say anything else. Jon sighed and lay down on the bed to get some sleep.