Chapter One
Voldemort may have been defeated, but there remained those whom carried on his values of keeping magic within pure-blooded families and Muggle-baiting. There remained a group of loyal followers, who vowed to carry on Voldemort's noble work and rid the magic community of their hero – Harry James Potter. After defeating Voldemort, he had started training to become an auror, along with Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger, but they, naïve as they were, never believed that Death Eaters would want retribution for the death of their Dark Lord…
A year of tough auror training had been tough, but definitely worth while, and it had finally come to an end with the arrival of summer; aurors were given a holiday in Summer, providing they used the time to study the hundreds of new spells they were expected to know. The trio had been living in Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Weasleys and Grangers, and with help from an army of Hogwarts House Elves, it had changed beyond recognition. The front was now painted a soft golden colour, with the initials DA and OP (standing for Dumbledore's Army and The Order of the Phoenix) had been painted just above the door in animated purple letters. From the outside, by looking through the windows, it could be seen that the inside was modern and extremely spacious, with several rooms dedicated to libraries housing vast numbers of ancient spell books.
Harry, Hermione and Ron had been practising what in their opinion was the hardest yet most exciting spell in the world – The Apparatus White spell, where they would be able to move at a very high speed appearing to all others as a white blur, almost like a patronus. Currently, they were actually racing patronuses to see if they were faster, but this was to no avail.
After several hours of practise in Grimmauld Place's new garden, Harry noticed the sky was growing darker – this was unusual considering it had so far been a blistering summer day and was just past noon. He dismissed this and followed Ron and Hermione inside, joining them for a feast Mrs Weasley had cooked in honour of Kingsly being named the permanent Minister of Magic. The remaining members of the order had gathered and whilst there was a general ambience of celebration and happiness, Harry noticed a somewhat ominous feeling in the room.
"Why is it getting so misty in here – Ron, Hermione, where are you?" he shouted growing anxious, as a silvery mist engulfed him. His last vision of the party had looked like no one else had noticed this mist, but he was entirely sure it was real. Before he knew what was happening, he saw a long mask, a mask he had seen many times in nightmares, a mask that had haunted his childhood – it was the mask of a Death Eater. The Death Eater stuck out his wand and said, "Imperio," in a very low voice, and Harry suddenly collapsed on the floor.
"Harry, you've been unconscious for three days!" exclaimed Ron as Harry slowly opened his eyes. He suddenly had the urge to hit Ron in the face, but fought this strange urge. He was unsure of what had happened – he remembered seeing the celebration, but from there on, he could only remember a shimmering white light, and hearing a voice muttering something, but what?
"Mum's been going spare! She thought it was her food that made you ill!" said Ron quietly whilst giggling, reaching out to help Harry out of bed. Harry took his hand, and as he did, an immense pain seared through his scar, and he yelled out in pain, brandishing his wand at a pale-looking Ron.
"Stand back or I'll kill you," said Harry in a voice that was definitely not his own. Ron scrambled out of the room, not looking back. Harry, on the otherhand, had immediately forgotten about his outburst, not even aware that Ron had gone out of the room.
"Petrificus Totalis!" shouted Hermione, bursting into the room and petrifying Harry. She put her foot on his chest (for he had fallen onto the floor) and said "What have you done with Harry, you malicious bag of unworthy scum!" For Hermione, this was a major insult, so Harry knew he had done something hugely wrong. He could also see Ron in the corner of the room, clearly shaken by something.
'You can fight this easily, Harry, get out of this spell and punish her for doing it' Harry was thinking, although the only was he could describe this thought was as a voice in his head. He managed to break the Petrificus Totalis spell though, and shouted "Why'd you do that?" at Hermione, who looked furious.
"You nearly cursed Ron!" said Hermione is awe that he couldn't remember this.
"Stop lying! Why would I do that?" said Harry calmly, approaching Ron automatically, as instructed by the voice in his head. "If I wanted to curse Ron, I would have done this; Bombardo Maximo!" he shouted, firing two spells either side of Ron, causing the surrounding wall to explode into debris. Ron shouted out in surprise, and instinctively disarmed Harry. However, his spell failed, and Harry disappeared in a white blur, leaving Ron and Hermione to stare at where he had been.
"Something's not right," said Hermione, stroking her chin in thought.
"Evidently," replied Ron sarcastically, in a voice that would have matched Snape's perfectly. They then left the room to try and discover where Harry had gone.
They found him quickly sitting at the table, talking to Hermione's parents, whom had both become squibs in an attempt to learn some magic. They had been quite successful, and could now transfigure just about anything.
"Get away from my parents, Harry," said Hermione angrily, gritting her teeth and aiming her wand at Harry.
"Why? What have I done to deserve this," said Harry, who was genuinely clueless. Hermione could see Harry was totally oblivious, and sat down opposite him at the table. Ron joined her, as did the rest of the Weasleys eventually.
"I don't think he is aware of what he has done, but if he does it again, we must tell someone," whispered Hermione to Ron. They then had an enjoyable meal, in which Harry was completely normal. However, at the end, Percy handed Harry a goblet and when their Skin made contact, a sharp pain soared through Harry's scar as it had done previously. Everyone was aware he may not feel completely right due to being unconscious for three days, but they hadn't expected this.
Harry stood up rigidly and flicked his wand, whilst muttering to himself under his breath. All the knives on the table rose into the air, with everyone watching them in silent fear. The knives hung suspended in the air for several seconds, the sunlight reflecting off them, and suddenly, with a shout from Harry in a monstrous voice, the showered down on the unfortunate people sitting around the scarred table.