HARRY POTTER AND THE SEEKERS OF VENGEANCE
A/N: This is the first part of a series that I'm writing. I hope you'll enjoy it and that you'll leave a review. If you have any questions of any sort, please don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy and don't forget to review.
SUMMARY: As the war peaks, Voldemort's army of Death Eaters and creatures unimaginable grow stronger in power and in numbers. As the Order of the Phoenix fight to keep the Dark Side at bay, Dumbledore's Army must set out to solve the mystery of the Horcruxes and defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. New friends must be made and their will to fight must be strong. Their battle of good, evil, adventure, love, betrayal and friendship takes unexpected turns. The fight of a lifetime is drawing near. One wrong step and the future of their world will be lost forever.
Vengeance- punishment inflicted for a wrong…
Harry Potter was alone.
The compartment shook slightly as he stared out the window, watching the world rush past him. He couldn't believe that it had actually been one year since Dumbledore's death.
Death.
He flinched as the word stung him to his very core. He took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. He hadn't been sleeping very much lately. He leaned his head back against the window, deep in thought.
Questions were rushing through his mind. What had happened? One moment, Dumbledore was there. There to guide him. The next moment, he was… gone. He was a mess and he knew it. He knew it and he didn't care.
Suddenly, he felt his chest burn up and his scar sting. He cringed and put a hand over his scar.
He was angry.
Anger and grief were usually put together to form an equation of suicide. At that point, the option didn't seem too bad.
He smiled to himself.
Was he going crazy? His hand formed a fist, as he put it over his mouth.
What was going to happen in Hogwarts later?
Is everyone going to go on with their lives? Pretend like they've moved on?
Should he give up?
"No," he thought to himself solemnly. There have been too many people lost in his life. His parents, Cedric, Sirius and now… Dumbledore.
He couldn't let this go on any longer. He wouldn't.
Harry didn't know how long he was staring out the window or deep in thought. Suddenly, he heard the compartment door softly slide open.
His eyes remained transfixed on the view outside.
"Harry?" came a soft voice. Harry didn't flinch. Suddenly, he felt a hand lightly touch his shoulder. He turned to look at the hand and then to Hermione's concerned face.
Ron was standing right behind her. "You two are back early," Harry frowned. Hermione stole a glance to Ron and looked back to Harry.
"We left for the prefects' meeting two hours ago," Ron explained, taking a seat in front of Harry. "Oh," Harry mumbled, looking back out the window.
"Um… I think I see Hogwarts," Hermione smiled, pointing out the window.
"Yeah. We'd better get our luggage ready," Harry smiled stiffly as he got up and stepped past Hermione to see if everyone else was getting ready. He slid open the compartment door and peeked outside. There were students buzzing everywhere. Some had just woken up and were struggling to put on their robes.
"That's not how you tie a tie, Ronald!" Harry heard Hermione cry in exasperation. He turned to look at the two. Hermione seemed to be choking Ron with his now, extra neat, red and gold tie. Harry smiled as the train pulled to a stop.
"Great! The carriages are there, waiting for us," Ron smiled, looking out the window, as Hermione dusted her robes. "Let's go," Harry nodded.
"Ridiculously not based on the truth?!" a girl with chestnut brown hair exclaimed, reading her mail in one of the carriages. She was sitting with three first years, who seemed to be watching her. The girl angrily took out some parchment and a quill and started writing a reply to the letter.
"To whom this may concern at the Daily Prophet," Prue mumbled, writing those exact words out roughly.
"Are you a reporter?" one of the first years leaned in to ask.
"Well, I could be if The Daily Prophet started publishing the truth for once!" the girl answered, her hazel-blue eyes flashing.
Tired hazel-blue eyes. She had been staying up so late. Her hair was in a messy bun and her robes were put on at the last minute. And to top it all off, she had received a letter from the Daily Prophet, trashing her latest entry.
"My entries are perfectly factual. The fact that you people aren't men enough to publish the truth about Voldemort…" she continued mumbling the words out venomously as she wrote it. The first-years gasped as they heard her mumble Voldemort's name. She looked up.
"You said his name!" a first-year boy squeaked, his eyes wide as saucers.
"So sorry for frightening you," the girl replied, rolling her eyes, not knowing whether to be apologetic for scaring them or annoyed for letting them disturb her train of thought.
"How would you like if I published my FACTUAL entries on the Quibbler? Then, everyone would see what lowly, yellow streaked cowards you are!" the girl growled as she continued to write.
"You sound really immature," one of the first-year girls stated.
"Excuse me? I don't think you should be questioning my level of maturity, little girl. I am six years older than all of you!" the girl writing the angry letter answered, pointing to all of them.
"You just don't sound mature," the little girl replied.
"What do you mean, I DON'T SOUND MATURE?" the angry letter girl asked huffily.
"Well, I personally think that you should ignore the letter and move on. The silent defense mechanism is always the best," the little girl replied wisely.
"Silent defense mechanism? What are you? A plant?" the girl with the angry letter snorted, knowing that the little girl was right.
Suddenly, they heard an explosion, followed by screams coming from outside the carriage. "GET DOWN!" the older girl yelled to the screaming first years as the screams from outside the carriage continued to pierce the air.
Hearing the explosion outside, Harry, without thinking, leapt out of the carriage to see what was going on. "HARRY!" Hermione screamed, scrambling out to follow him. "WAIT FOR US!" Ron ran, following them. A few students were scrambling out of their carriages as well.
Harry stopped, looking to the sky. Hermione and Ron looked up as well, along with the other students. Hermione's hands flew to her mouth, to stifle her gasp. Gasps and screams could be heard from everywhere. Harry's jaw tightened as he continued to stare to the sky.
The empty sky was viciously decorated with a wispy green smoke that formed a skull with a snake that had gone in and out of the skull.
The Dark Mark.
It looked like the dark markwas launched from Hogsmeade. Suddenly, Harry doubled over, his scar hurting. He groaned as he felt as if someone was putting his brain in a blender.
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron bent down to help him. "He's getting closer," Harry's lips were dry, as he slowly regained his balance.
Hermione and Ron exchanged fearful glances, knowing who Harry was talking about. Then, there was another explosion, followed by several continuous others. Red jets of light were decorating the sky, terrifying the students, who continued to scream and cry.
"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Harry barked, pulling Ron and Hermione down with him. Everyone didn't know what to do, but, follow what Harry said.
Harry's eyes wildly searched for anyone who was hurt. His eyes caught a girl whom wasn't getting down, but continued to stare at the dark mark.Harry scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the girl.
"HEY!" Harry cried, getting closer to her. But, his cries couldn't be heard over the loud explosions. Harry managed to grab her arm and pull her down. Shocked, she turned to him and screamed, "WHAT?!"
"A WRONG MOVE FROM HOGSMEADE AND YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN YOUR HEAD BLOWN OFF! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS IN THE SKY?!" Harry yelled to the girl.
"YES, I DO! DOES IT MEAN THAT VOLDEMORT'S CLOSE?!" the girl screamed in reply. Harry was taken aback.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Harry screamed.
"PRUDENCE PATTINSON! BUT, YOU CAN CALL ME PRUE!" she yelled, her eyes turned to look at the dark mark.
"I DON'T THINK I KNOW YOU, BUT… You sound familiar!" Harry frowned, yelling his reply. The girl continued to stare at the dark mark in the sky and didn't say anything. Finally, she turned to him.
"Cedric Diggory was my cousin," she explained.