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The street lamps were out and a dark figure strolled purposely down the street. He stopped at an empty house and entered, making sure to shut the door swiftly behind him. Continuing down a hallway he found the room where the meeting would take place. A shadowy figure sat in an armchair. Voldemort could not see his face, but knew he must be smirking. The power radiating from the figure had nearly engulfed the entire room in a sort of darkness.
"You got my message, I see," said the figure in a gravelly voice.
Voldemort nodded his head once, not trusting the strange person. True, he was interested in what the figure had to say, he had promised the dark lord a power unknown to the wizards; A power that would help him to rule the wizarding world with an iron fist. As the dark lord's eyes adjusted to the darkness he realized the figure also wore a hooded cloak, hiding his true identity.
"I'm interested in this power you spoke of," Voldemort began carefully. "Unfortunately, I do not trust those who hide their identity from me. Who are you; an auror trying to find a way to defeat me?"
The figure gave a harsh laugh. "I do not follow your wizard customs, you fool. The power I offer you is from your soul and the deepest Shadows can only be reached by true masters of its craft. I can teach you how to manipulate the Shadows and rid yourself of all your enemies by simply banishing them from this plane of existence." Voldemort's eyes lit with malice.
"Banish my enemies…" he repeated the being. "What can you teach me?"

Harry sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow with his dirt encrusted hands. Another day spent in Aunt Petunia's garden pulling the weeds she must have left just for him. If there was any form of weed growth he was sure the Dursley's were using it as it seemed everyday held more of the accursed plants. Relief from the Dursley's hatred was short lived this summer. After the Order had spoken to them so harshly at King's Cross they had stayed clear of him. That is, until Dudley had hit him for sneaking the last cookie from the jar and no one had shown up to stop it. Now the Dursley's felt safe to ridicule and force Harry back into constant labor.
Harry didn't mind the extra work, using it as a means to not linger on his Godfather's sudden departure. Any letters from Ron and Hermione were careful to avoid mentioning the Department of Mysteries and Sirius' death. Harry was grateful for the absence of nagging, but he still felt lonelier than he had since his eleventh birthday when he learned about magic.
A sudden prickling in his scar was the only warning Harry had before he was pushed out of the way and onto the ground. Disoriented, he stumbled to his feet and looked around the back yard.
"Harry, get down!" someone shouted and he quickly got back on the ground as a red light flashed over his head.
"What's going on?" Harry yelled, hoping to find some understanding. A few seconds later he saw the death eater jump out of the bushes with Alastor "mad eye" Moody coming from the opposite end of the yard. The death eater looked around fast and apparated away before Moody could stun him.
The ex-auror approached Harry and helped him to his feet again. "You okay, kid?" he asked. Harry nodded and tried to brush some of the dirt off his larger t-shirt.
"I'm fine, sir. Why was that death eater here? What happened to the protection from my aunt?"
"We'll answer your questions later, Harry," Remus Lupin said as he walked from around the house. "For now we need to get you packed and to head quarters."
Harry nodded and ran into the house, ignoring his Uncle's angry yells. "Boy, what did you do to the garden?!"
He smiled as he heard the wizards scold his relatives for their failure to care for him like they wanted. He heard his Uncle stuttering as he crammed old school books and clothing into his trunk. The idea of getting out of Privet Drive was so much a blessing that he didn't think about the reasons why he was leaving so quickly. Hedwig batted her wings against her cage and screeched at him.
"I'll let you fly to head quarters then, Hedwig," Harry stroked his owl as he opened the cage. "I'm not sure how we plan to arrive." Hedwig flew out of her cage and out the open window. Harry cleaned the cage best he could and carried it plus the trunk downstairs.
"Ready to go, Harry?" asked Remus. Harry nodded and looked around the downstairs, not seeing his relatives anywhere.
"Yeah, but how are we going to get to head quarters?"
Moody put his hand roughly on Harry's shoulder and nodded towards Remus. The werewolf took up his trunk and was gone in a crack. "Hold on tight, kid," Moody said right before he and Harry disappeared.
Harry decided quickly that he did not enjoy the sensation of apparating and swallowed quickly as they reappeared in the street outside of Grimauld place. With a queasy stomach, Harry walked quickly with Moody as the ex-auror checked the street for enemies. They entered the building and Harry was left in the hallway.
Not seeing his trunk, Harry walked up the stairs to where he had stayed the summer before in his Godfather's house. He entered the room and saw the luggage in the corner with his bird perched on top of it. She hooted in greeting and he put the cage next to her. "You got here fast, didn't you, Hedwig?"
"Harry!" shouted a voice behind him and he was quickly engulfed into a hug.
"Hello, Hermione, Ron."
"Hey, mate, heard you were attacked by death eaters," Ron said as he shut the door.
"Oh, yeah, just one, but I'm not sure who it was."
"Harry! You act like it's nothing to be attacked at your house. Surely you're worried about the protection being breached. Do you know how they found you or what they wanted?"
"No, I haven't any idea," Harry said and thought about it for a while. "Remus said they'd tell me later."
"It's time for dinner you three," Mrs. Weasley called from outside the door. Harry smiled and followed his two best friends to the kitchen. It felt like he would be having his first real meal all summer.

Voldemort carefully observed his trembling minions, folding his hands together and resting them under his chin. It seemed the stronger he became at controlling this new power, the more terrified his death eaters were of him. The dark lord smirked at this thought, glad the fools were easier to control now that their fear had grown. The price for his lessons was simple, offer the figure a vessel, someone that he could use to become solid. It hadn't taken the dark lord long to discover his partner was in a spiritual form.
The man in question was standing in the half circle of death eaters in front of him, pretending to be a lowly minion so no one suspected his newfound abilities. He possessed the body of one of the Goyles distant relatives. The boy was close enough to the family to be considered "dark" and yet not so close as to cause suspicion in the ranks.
The door opened and the death eater Voldemort had been waiting for quickly entered the room. The woman bowed before him and swiftly went to her place in the line.
"Celeste," began the dark lord. "You were sent to stun the boy-who-lived and bring him here, were you not?" The woman appeared to tremble even more than her fellow death eaters under the powerful wizard's gaze.
"Y-yes, my lord, I was."
"Then where is he? I'm sure he's woken up by now."
"There were….others there, my lord. People keeping watch on the boy….I-I…."
"There are no excuses for your failure, crucio!" The woman fell to the floor as though she was having a seizure. She screamed, her voice cracking as it reached to decibels some of the death eaters cringed at hearing. Luckily, the dark lord didn't keep her under the curse for long.
"You three," Voldemort gestured towards those nearest the end of the semi-circle. "I want you to scout Diagon Alley every day and contact me the moment Harry Potter enters its domain. There will be severe punishment for failure. Now, leave!" The death eaters all bowed before him individually while trying to be the first to leave. The scattered out of the room quickly, with Celeste being the last as she limped out the door; it slammed shut.
"Well, well, well," his partner spoke up and stood before him. "Quite a group you have there."
"Yes," said the dark lord. "It's a shame you have yet to meet our more elite members."

That's it for the first chapter. The Yu-Gi-Oh gang will start appearing in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
-Maki-sama-