Dual Reality

by Short-Stuff Serpent

A mysterious robed figure has been killing left right and centre and in seemingly random pattern. No one is safe. Not the light side, or the dark. And soon harry must face a horrifying realisation about his friends and the world he knows.

1. Prolouge

Dual Reality

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters, places, themes or words.

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH.

"Spells" "Speech" "Parseltongue"

'Thoughts'

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Prologue

"Flamma animus!"

A figure adorned in a red hooded cloak, so dark it was almost black, spun gracefully out of the way and returned with a silent summoning spell at the caster. The assailant ducked swiftly and the spell went overhead.

"Avada Kedarva, crucio, reducto!"

The figure in red rolled to the left away from the Death curse and sprung the right to avoid the crucio.

"Pondero Domesticus" The figure muttered and a washed out purple dome appeared around the figures body, sending the reducto back at the caster hitting them in the face making him reel back several steps, and shattering the death eaters mask to reveal the cut up face of Lucius Malfoy.

" I demand to know who you are! Who is it that has the gall to enter the most ancient and noble hou…arrrrgh!" Lucius's tirade was cut short as a decorative sword embalmed with the Malfoy crest was run though his shoulder. He jerked his gaze to behind him to view his attacker only to find nobody. A sudden realisation hit him.

The summoning spell had hit its mark.

"You WILL pay for that dearly!" Lucius growled as he grabbed his locket/portkey.

"Pureblood supremacy" Nothing happened

"Pureblood Supremacy!" Nothing. A glint of panic crept into the senior Malfoys eyes and he sunk to his knees, the wound finally getting to him.

"PUREBLOOD SUPREMACY!" He screamed in desperation.

The figure in red slowly walked towards him, slow, confident, cold steps, drawing two identical elegant curved swords as he moved.

"PUREBLOOD SUP.." There was a small, quiet, thump as Lucius's head rolled to the floor.

Silence.

The cloaked figure turned smoothly and threw 3 incendio curses, and removed the anti-portkey field as he left the manor.

By tomorrow, Malfoy manor would be nothing but a burned out shell of its former glory.

The Blood Lord had risen.

It had begun.

Well that's the prologue. I realise the first couple of paragraphs were confusing but it was necessary. Please read and review so I know if I should bother continuing.