Chapter 1- The Dark Mark
Harry was lying in his bed at number four privet drive; he was having the same dream that he had every night ever since the incident at the Ministry. He was dreaming once again about his god father, the last family member that he had lost. In Harry's nightmare, he was watching his god-father die, slowly his godfather was attacked and then he arched backwards and into the veil, and as soon as his body was fully devoured by the void behind the veil, Harry woke up with great shock. His scar that he had received sixteen years ago from Voldemort was searing with pain once again.
Of course this wasn't the first time that his scar had hurt. Ever since Voldemort was defeated by Albus Dumbledore, his scar hurt daily. Every single day a news reporter would report the same thing 'Once again many more people are brutally murdered by the serial killer Tom Riddle'. The muggles now knew about the most dangerous man in the wizarding world, LORD VOLDEMORT! Of course the muggles didn't know who he truly was (yet), but they knew his real name, meaning that there was some type of information slip somewhere.
As Harry thought about the attacks Voldemort had been conducting, he decided he wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep, so he stretched attempting to fully wake up and slowly trudged out of bed. As he quietly searched for the loose floor board, he noticed a green glow emerging from the window. Still half asleep Harry slowly moved towards the window thinking it was just a firework that had gone off or a green light that was coming from one of the other houses, but as Harry grew closer to the window he saw what it truly was… It was a green skull that Harry remembered vividly from two years before.
"Oh my god" Harry muttered to himself. "It's the Dark Mark", and in front of him was the green skull that Voldemort used to call his followers.
Harry rubbed his eyes, hoping that he was just having another dream, but this time everything was real. The Dark Mark was telling all of the Death Eaters that they were to meet for another attack, and this time they had their sight on Harry. They were going to strike when no one could save him. Harry had wished that he was with the order right now, but he was stuck with the Dursleys. He was going to have to face the death eaters alone.
"I have to find my wand" Harry said once more to himself, because this was the only item that would be able to save him. He knew that last time he was able to hold off many death eaters, and he hoped he would be able to do the same this time, so he started to frantically search for his loose floor board. Harry patted his hand on the floor in different areas and once he found the one board that protruded out of the ground, he flung it off to find his wand nestled right next to his textbooks. As he snatched it up he swiftly moved towards his window, where he found that the mark was still lingering in the air. He knew that sooner or later he would spot them and then he would have to prepare himself for the worst, and then there they were.
In the far distance Harry spotted hooded people emerging from the shadows, one by one they would all emerge from different areas of the neighborhood always staying in the shadows. They all gathered in the alley that Harry was attacked at one year ago. They were going to attack.
Harry's mind was racing. He was thinking of ways to run. No matter what, he couldn't find a way. Harry had no flu powder, his broom was locked up in the cup board underneath the stair case, and he wasn't able to apparate. Harry glanced up once again to find that the death eaters had disappeared. Hoping that they had left Harry glanced around the neighborhood, and at that moment there was a crash down below. They had found a way inside his house.
Down below Harry's room, a figure emerged from the once boarded fireplace. The man that had arrived knew that he did not have much time, so he swiftly extracted his wand and headed up the stairs. He quietly tip toed up the stairs, making sure that he made no sounds, but as he reached one of the steps, it produced a loud squeak
Up above in his room, Harry heard the squeak, and at once he drew his wand to ready position. He waited, ready to attack at any second, and then the door slowly swung open. There in front of him was a man that Harry knew so well.
"Harry, it's me… Harry, its Lupin" the man said at the sight of Harry, and once he fully absorbed every thing that happened, Harry dropped his wand letting it drop to the floor. It was his fathers and god father's best friend.
"I can't believe it… Finally someone comes to save me. How are you, how is the order doing, how is Professor-"
"Um, Harry not to be rude, but I suggest we leave soon. If you haven't noticed the Dark Mark is over your house" Lupin interrupted. "Now if you will follow me, we ought to head back downstairs. I have some flu powder. Oh and don't worry about your trunk. Ill send it on to headquarters", and with a flick of his wand Harry's trunk disappeared.
Lupin then directed Harry down the stairs making sure to avoid the squeaky stair. Once arriving at the bottom of the stairs the two rounded the corner to enter the living room where the fireplace could be found. Though when they rounded the corner they saw a site that neither one wanted to see. Standing in front of them were three cloaked figures in black. The Death Eaters had entered his house.