Disclaimer: I do own: this computer, my Honda civic, my sound system, and my tomtom ONE go Europe. Everything else is from my parents, other relatives, friends, work, and from this moment forwards, J.K.Rowling

Author Note1 :
My first attempt ever at a story. At this moment I can safely say that if have read 500 or more fanfictions (yes, all harry potter based)(400 real stories(40.000+ words), 50 one shots, and 50 stories that apparently have something in common with the harry potter series. I have yet to find out those similarities). Anyway, I keep reading more and more stories, and I often find that people who just made their first fanfic ever, have actually made quite a good story. So I figured I'll give it a go too, and hope to have a few fans myself, perhaps even start a harem after a while. If there are girls who read this and feel like going on a blind date with a murde… as I said a handsome young man 19 y. old blond hair, blue eyes, teeth so white u can't look directly at them, etc… just pm or mail me. Oh and I'm Dutch, live with my parents in Braamt, Gelderland, Netherlands, Europe, Earth.

A/N 2: I need beta, gamma, delta, epsilon and the rest of the Greek alphabet, or better, I need grammar lessons, but I'm too lazy to study that…

Harry Potter and the darkest of guilds

Prologue:

If anyone at Privet Drive would be awake at this moment, they would immediately notice that something was amiss. They would probably not find out what they were missing until they made quite a bit of sound themselves, but had they been paying attention, they would notice that there was no sound, only silence. (Well, okay, perhaps a few snores here and there but that kind of ruins the effect I'm trying to create. Anyway,) A silence that was not broken by birds singing in the morning light. Off course a fragile thing like 'silence' is easily broken.

It started as a low rumble in the earth, but soon the sounds of things shaking and braking on the hard floors were heard. Everywhere people woke only to find cover again, only this time under the bed instead of in it.

Too bad for them that this was no normal earthquake. The source of these tremors came from a house just like any other house in the street of Privet Drive. Well, not completely the same, else these tremors wouldn't come from this place.

No, the difference of number four Privet Drive was the basement. It was more of a prison then a basement really. It was a lot bigger than the basements of the other houses too. It was completely soundproof, had no windows, one light bulb, cold hard metal as floor, and a ventilation system.

Unfortunately that last one needs proper maintenance to function the way it's supposed to.

Off course the two-year-old inside that basement thought so too. Okay he didn't use the exact words, but he would try other ways of communicating when other people are unable to understand the former method.

Unfortunately crying didn't help either, his little fists made little noise against the metal and no one noticed when he started choking because of the lack of oxygen.

When the boy fainted, and aura started forming around him. Most of it was a silvery color, but it had strokes of green in it. Would the boy be conscious he would recognize the green color from the dreams he had after he was robbed from his parents.

At first it gave off light only but after a while the sound of sparks could be heard, and lightning flashes could be seen on the outside of the aura around the boy. Slowly the aura started expanding until it filled the room completely. After that the basement started to shake, after that the house and the house that stood next to it, and slowly the entire street started to shake. About a minute after the first people noticed that there was something wrong everything stopped shaking for the slightest of moments. In that single moment everyone that had their eyes closed was blinded and in pain, and everyone that had their eyes open was truly fucked. Well, after that moment they all were, for it looked like a meteor with a 100 meter diameter had crashed into Little whinging.

Ah well. At least Harry Potter could breathe again.

A/N3: way too much grammar errors. If u notice any major ones, just mail, pm, post send, or let me know via any other way of communication, and I will try to correct them.