Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark

by magnificentMegx

Just a HP fanfic with a difference. ;) Harry Potter is returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to teach some new students, along with his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. However, once Ron is Snatched by a gang of Death Eaters and havoc wreaks across the Wizarding and Muggle world, there is only one thing to say: the time has come.

CHAPTER ONE
The Battle Commences

Darkness was threatening to be fallen forever as Harry Potter trudged across the gloomy grounds of the once-incredible Hogwarts castle.

Harry made out a faint screaming in the distance, ''Help us, help us!'' shrieked the voice. He instantly recognised it. It belonged to Hermione Granger, his best friend. He rushed onto the scene, only to discover Bellatrix Lestrange, well-respected Death Eater. Hermione was in terrible, excruciating pain; Bellatrix was yelling ''Crucio! Crucio! Tell us where he is, you good-for-nothing Mudblood!'' angrily, as if she was fit to kill. She probably was.

harry crept up behind and Stunned Bellatrix. He lifted the shivering Hermione off her feet.''HERMIONE! WHERE'S YOUR WAND?'' he demanded.
''I... err - oh no! Harry, I've lost it!'' she mumbled sadly.
Harry was rendered speechless. ''Here, take mine -''
''NO! Mario, you're dependent on it! You need your wand. Maybe Swoopeus is right; maybe I am a good-for-nothing Mudbl-''
''NO! Shygal, don't!''

Mario and Shygal hurried off into the distance.

They needed to save Peng. But - how?
''Oh god, Harry -'' Hermione spoke so suddenly it made him jump a little.
''What?'' he asked, intrigued.
''It's the other Death Eaters. LOOK AHEAD!''

And, sure enough, there were the disgusting supporters of Lord Koopafought.
They grinned in delight at the arrival of Harry and his faithful best friend.
''Look 'ere! Harry Potter 'n' Hermione Granger!'' laughed an over-excited Antonion Dolohov, as he drew his seven-inch wand.

''No! NO!'' screeched Bellatrix Lestrange. ''Potter is the Dark Lord's! NO! You must not! No!"
''I wouldn't bother even handing him over - what with him being a thieving little -'' began a Snatcher, but stopped as if gagged.

Harry turned. ''Looking for someone?'' he half-yelled, half-laughed, amused at the Death Eaters's ignorance. They looked over their shoulders, alarmed, as though they had taken a sudden blow to their face, and all drew their wands from their pockets.
''Well, well. What have we here?'' cackled Bellatrix. ''Come to rescue little Moody, have you? Ahh, how sweet!'' she mocked. There stood Mad-Eye Moody, worn and battle-scarred, his electric-blue magical eye whizzing around the entire scene, studying it all.

Harry felt strange. He woke up in the middle of nowhere. He blinked away the blur of the trees above him and discovered that he was in a forest. Hermione must've Apparated here, he thought.

''I'm really sorry, Harry - it was the first place I could think of! Mad-Eye's fine, don't worry!'' she hastily added as Harry looked hopeful.

''OI! Guys! Forgot about me, huh?'' yelled an all-too-familiar voice in the distance.
''Harry! It's Ron!'' Hermione was pleased at his arrival.
Mad-Eye said, ''Sorry to ruin your fun, but I don't think that's the real Weasley.''
"What?" Harry stared, nonplussed, at Moody. "You're not saying-"
"- That Rons's been Snatched, oh yes."

Hermione gasped. Could this really be? she thought. Ron, my Ron, gone? She was struck by a sudden thought. This was the third - and hopefully final - Wizarding War.

"Mario, Mad-Eye, quick- " she began.
"Wha-?" Harry started.
"Just go," said Moody.

They were going back to the castle.