POWER: Ares, The King Of WAR

Chapter one: Prologue

A lone figure walked along the side of a waterway in central London. It moved as silent as the night, and blended in well. With it's dark black cloak and hood, draped over its face. It continued to walk, swiftly, along side the waterway, taking in the scent of the ocean. Awe, what a sweet smell. To bad it won't last for long, the figure thought to himself, as he picked up his pace. He was now running along the rail that kept the muggles out of the water. The figure stopped suddenly when it felt it was being watched. He turned around, and sure enough, a tall man, about 5 ft. 11 inches was standing against a building, it's emerald green eyes fixed on him. The figure stared back, but broke eye contact as soon as it was engaged, because he felt an awful ringing inside it's head. "Ow," he growled as he stood up from the ground he had fallen on.

As soon as he was back on his feet he took off again towards the place he was headed, The Ministry of Magic. He continued to run, slowly picking up pace again as he felt he was being watched again. After about five minutes he had had it, he turned around, pulling a thin wooden stick out of his cloak and pointed it at the stranger. "Avada Kedavra!" he growled, as a flash of green light shot from his wand and hit the other cloaked figure that had been following him. "Well that settles that," he said to himself, storing his wand and taking off again towards the ministry.

After another ten minutes of non stop running, he came to a halt in front of a red phone booth. I guess this is it, he thought to himself as he stepped into the booth. He took out his wand and tapped the ear piece of the phone. A cool woman voice came out of no where," Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, London. Please state your name and Buisness."

The Cloaked man thought for a moment, Well I guess I better tell the truth, he thought to himself. "My name is Ares Black. My Buisness is, that I have come to kill your minister for Magic, Mr. Fudge." he said in a clear voice.

"One moment please," the cool voice said again. A few moments passed and then the change holder opened to reveal a badge. On it said; Ares Black, Murder Mission. Ares smiled as he put the badge on the front of his black cloak. "You will be on your way shortly, hang on to something." it commanded. He did as told, and no sooner had he put his hands on the phone did the booth drop from the ground, coming to a halt in a room full of Wizards and Witches, all headed to a different area.

Ares smirked under his hood, "This will be easier than I thought," he said to himself. He walked forward toward the only empty lift left, and entered. As the lift doors closed a man with flaming red hair walked through the grate.

"Thank-you," he said looking at Ares. Ares nodded in reply to what he said. "My names, Arthur Weasley. As I can't read clearly could you perhaps tell me what your name is," Arthur said with a smile on his face.

"Names Ares, Ares Black. I'm going up to see the minister, for important buisness from The United States Confederation Of Wizards in America, or just U.S.C.O.W." Ares smirked.

Arthur looked confused for a moment," I've never heard of that before. But I guess since I don't live over there, I wouldn't know." he smiled. "Black? You wouldn't happened to be related to Sirius B-"

"Mis-use of Muggle Artifacts, Auror Department, and Underage magic offices," the cool voice said, cutting off what Mr. Weasley was about to say.

"Never mind, I guess I'll see you around," he said and walked off towards his office.

Ares smirked but made no reply.

"Minister for Magic office," the cool voice said once again.

Ares stepped out of the lift and headed straight toward the door that said, Minister. But before he could reach it a security guard stepped forward. "What are you doing down here? Civilians arn't allo-"

"Avada Kedavra!" he growled yet again. He reached forward and kicked the door down. "Wonerful day isn't it, Minister? Pleasant day to die." He smirked.

"Wha-What do you want?" Fudge stuttered.

"Nothing really, just to know who killed the Voldemort."

Fudge flinched, "Vol-Voldemort?" he stuttered.

Ares smirked again, raising his wand to lay in front of Fudges face. "Yes"

"Wh-Why?"

"So I can give them my thanks, you idiot." he growled raising his wand higher.

"It was Harry Potter. He did it! Kill him not me!" he cried.

"Sorry sir, can't do that." he smirked waving his wand through the air in a sword like manner. "Swordeta!" he cried. After a few moments Fudge's body fell to the floor, and he was no more. "If I were you, I would have gotten better security," he smirked. With a Slight POP he was gone.

************************ 12 Grimauld Place *********************************

About three miles away, on the outskirts of London, In a Georgian terraced house, sat an anicient Wizard. He had a long, wavy, white beard that went to his waist line,sparkling blue dueling robe, blue Dragon-hide gloves,and Norwegian Ridgeback leather boots. He was currently siting in the family room of an ancient house, sipping his cupa' tea, and curling his beard around his finger. "Aberforth, why did you take my place? Why did you leave me? Did you not know how it would affect me, to lose both, my brother and sister?" he asked himself.

"They knew that you would have me, and that you would need to help me later in life," a voice said in front of him.

Albus Dumbledore looked up, and froze. Standing in front of him, in his fathers battle robes, was Harry Potter. "Ha-Harry? Is this my imagination? Is this real?" he stuttered, his all knowing wit leaving him.

"Of course it's your imagination Albus, but that does not mean that this isn't real." he said, taking a seat beside his professor. He sat back in his chair and raised his Horntail leather boots on to the coffe table. He leaned back in his chair, causing his green dueling robes to wrinkle. He looked toward the old man and smiled. He locked his emerald-green eyes with his blue ones, "Professor, Why have you not shown yourself? Why have you left me in the dark, along with all those who love and care for you? And more importanly, why are you going to let them bury your brother on Hogwarts grounds? When you know, that the gravestone will change to his name, once he is in the ground. The Magic of old is still protecting Hogwarts, but not for very long. The school itself thinks you are dead, and if you do not return I fear something bad will happen to the students." he informed his professor, knowing that if his students were in danger he would do anything to protect them.

Dumbledore's figure stiffend, he stood up and started walking toward the kitchen. "Come with me," he said, with a soft tone. Harry got up, his green robe billowing in his wake, and followed his headmaster as he went toward the kitchen. Dumbledore walked over to the table, his blue robes and cloak flowing behind him, sparkling like ocean water. He sat down and poured himself another cupa' tea.

"Harry," he said softly. "The answer to your questions I do not know, I can't answer any of them as of yet. But I swear, in my brothers honor, I will protect those students with my dying breath." he said, softly but with force.

"Yes Professor. If I may, I would like to return back to the future. Good-day." he said, taking out a small pocket watch, he turned the hands and was gone in a flash of blue.

Dumbledore continued to sit there thinking. "That was weird, but that Harry is right. I must re-turn to the school." he muttered to himself.

Well this is the sequel to Power: Dawn of a New Age. I just thought it better to post the first chapter before I lose my train of thoughts. I own nothing expect the plot and the Oc's. The Future Harry won't be showing up any more. R&R.