Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I do, however, own certain characters that I made myself, for example: Rolo Neco Wolderven.

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Authors Note: This is the first chapter in a series of stories I'm going to write, right through seven years of Hogwarts and after. Feel free to review and tell me what you think, it will definitely get better as the story goes on so I hope you enjoy your read and hope you review afterwards. This story will mainly be centered around the main character Rolo Neco Wolderven and his adventures through Hogwarts with him and his friends, if you just persevere through the first couple of chapters it will eventually get better. It is set on the year of JK's epilogue: 'Nineteen Years Later' and will continue on from there with some appearances from the Wizards and Witches we all know.

Summary: Join Rolo, Albus and Rose as they struggle through classes and become Magical Detectives in their first year at Hogwarts as Dark Wizards are sighted and plots are discovered.

DARK WIZARD SIGHTED NEAR HOGWARTS!

This is the latest update after a series of rumours about Dark Wizards near Hogwarts. The black-cloaked figure was spotted by Madam Puddifoot who is the owner of the small tea shop: Madam Puddifoot's. 'Well, I was just showing the last few customers the way out as it was closing time and I began to lock up the shop when I saw this dark figure walking up the path to Hogwarts, of all places! I couldn't really see him well as he was far off but he just looked around a bit before disapparating.' Madam Puddifoot told us from her coffee house in Hogsmeade.

The Dark Wizard that Madam Puddifoot spotted has been seen on numerous occasions by the villagers and shopkeepers of Hogsmeade, he has said to have a quick look around at Hogwarts before disapparating. So far no one has been able to contact him but some people are even going as far to say that it was one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named followers, seeking revenge for his defeat nineteen years ago. These rumours are, however, unfounded and are by no means the truth.

As always the Prophet will keep the good citizens of Britain updated on the next turn of events.

Written by Jane Clearwater - 15/8/17

"Have you seen this, honey?" Neville Longbottom asked his wife from his place on the sofa. He had gotten up just came back from the local village and had bought the paper to read.

"What is it?" His beloved wife Luna's voice asked, coming up behind his seat to look at the paper. He let her read it from behind him and waited until she was finished.

"You don't think it's actually Death Eaters do you?" Neville asked, hoping himself that it wasn't. He'd had enough of Dark Wizards for a life time.

"No," Luna responded and Neville raised an eyebrow in surprise; she was usually the one who did believe in far-fetched tails, then again, it was The Prophet. "But I do believe that there is some sort of Dark Wizard at work around Hogwarts." She said moving away behind him. She was right, he had never thought about other Dark Wizards other than Voldemort of his faithful Death Eaters. He would keep an eye out when he got to Hogwarts at the start of term.

"So," He said getting up from his seat and making his way over to the dining area where Luna was setting up their late night supper. "Are you looking forward to your first year back at Hogwarts?" Neville asked her as he took a seat. She was floating two plates in from the kitchen and she waited until she put them on the table before answering.

"Yes, I'm a bit nervous already actually. It will be a bit weird going back as a teacher I think, after spending so many years there as a student." She replied taking the seat across from Neville.

"I was nervous on my first day too, but you shouldn't be; the students are nice enough and so is the rest of the staff." Neville tried to comfort her as he tucked into his breakfast. She nodded with a far away look in her eyes before beginning to eat as well. They sat in a comfortable silence for around a minute or so before Neville decided to change the topic.

"Harry's second son Albus is going to Hogwarts this year I believe." Neville broke the silence. "His big brother James has been teasing him all-" He was going to say 'week' but there was a rather sudden burst of flames from their right. Neville, his quick reflexes been grained into his brain during the year Snape had been Headmaster, immediately rolled off his chair to the right and drew his wand from his trouser pocket and pointed it at the disturbance. He looked to Luna to see if she was all right and saw that she too had jumped off her seat and also had her wand in her hand but was looking at something with mild interest. Neville eyes flicked back to the disturbance and his eyes widened in surprise. A boy was looking at both of them with wide, fearful eyes as he looked at the two wands pointed at him.

Rolo knew that his father had been acting weird for the last couple of weeks; he just couldn't put his finger on what was wrong. Every time he saw of talked to him he seemed oddly distant and out of character but other than that Rolo wasn't sure what he was doing, apart from completely disappearing at night. He had been growing suspicious of his father when he had heard his father talking to someone from within his small study and had then come out alone; Rolo thought he must have been talking to himself. He could clearly remember the part of the conversation he heard:

'Is is necessary to get it? I cannot see why I need it; I am strong enough to do it with my own powers.' His father said.

'It is not necessary, but if you wish to rule unopposed it will be essential to our plans.' He had heard another voice say, the voice had sent tingles down his spine but he had kept on listening regardless.

'Then I will see to it, but what of the boy. He is not stupid my lord, he will know something is wrong.' He had heard his father's voice say.

'Tell him nothing, I do not believe he is... how should I put it? On 'our' side.' The snake-like voice had replied.

'I believe you are correct, he has too much of his mother in him. But he could cause a problem in the future, he is as powerful as me, even more so. He has been able to apparate since the age of two my lord, no small feat. If he turns to the other side he could prove a thorn in our side.' He had realized that his father had been talking about him and was confused why he was speaking about him like this way. His father had never been nice to him, he wanted him to respect him, but he never treated him as an enemy.

'What was his mothers name again, Vollo?' The voice asked his father.

'Narcissa' His father replied.

'Hmm, if she was disloyal to me and if what you say is correct about him we may have to deal with him later'

'With all due respect my lord, I do not wish to kill my own son. I will only do that if there is no other way.' His father said in his defense and he had breathed a sigh of relief.

'Very well, but be careful. If he has any of his mother in him he may be willing to betray you.'

'Of course, my Lord Voldemort.' His father had said and Rolo had quickly left as he heard his father coming out of the room, but with no one coming our with him.

He had been contemplating for a few days on what to do. His father had always told him to stay out of his study and he had respected that as his father had taught him to, he hadn't been in there once. He was also sure that he had heard the name 'Lord Voldemort' before but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, his father had probably mentioned it before. All he could remember from it was that there was something dark about him. He had been debating on whether or not to go looking in his fathers study, his father was sure to get very angry if he found out and he didn't know if his father had placed some sort of defensive enchantment around the study. He didn't know what had brought the change in himself, normally he wouldn't think twice about disobeying his father, as he knew how physical his punishment could get, if at all.

He was currently sitting on his favourite rock on the beach which was right beside his and his father's house, and was wondering whether or not to go into his study. He wiped some sand off his robe legs, his father would never let him wear muggle clothes as he and all of his deceased family hated muggles with a passion, something that Rolo couldn't understand. When other members of his family had been alive he had never really fitted in, he just seemed to be naturally opposed to all of their ideals and morale's, something that his father seemed to hate. He supposed that he got it from his mother's side; he didn't know much of his mother. Just that her name was Narcissa, she was from Britain and, something his father emphasized greatly, she was a pure-blood, but Rolo couldn't really care less about her blood-heritage.

His father was German and said that he had once visited Britain, and had went to a place called England and that he had met his mother there, but she had unfortunately died during child-birth. Rolo didn't believe that she had died in child-birth; he always smelt a fish when his father mentioned that, but didn't say anything to his father. His father had been adamant that he had learned both English and German languages, they currently resided in Germany but his father had said that they might be moving to England soon. He was probably better at English than German even though that was where he had lived all his life, he had no need to use it as they never mingled with the muggles near them.

The only times he had had to speak German was when some of his fathers friends had come over and had repeatedly visited him over a period of time. They all wore dark robes and seemed to emit a dark aura which Rolo instantly picked up on when he saw them, he wasn't sure if the aura he saw was something he imagined or had something to do with magic. He had eventually decided that all wizards could probably see people's auras. The dark wizards had been visiting again and there was now more than ever, there seemed to be more each time they came, like they were slowly recruiting for something.

The Dark Wizards had shown interest in him to begin with as he was only a child, eleven years old since June, who could apparate easily. He hadn't told his father or any of the other wizards about him seeing aura's but suspected that they would be interested in that as well if he told them. Over time though the had lost interest and had ignored him whenever they came, his father usually took them into his study but Rolo had never had the nerve to try and eavesdrop on them as his father would be very angry about that for sure.

He was brought back to the present when he heard his father emerge from the house, it was dark and his father probably couldn't see him but Rolo could see him and his dark aura in the darkness of night. He watched him step away from the house, look around to see if anyone was watching, he didn't spot Rolo, and then apparated on the spot. He had been doing this every couple of nights now but still Rolo had no idea where he went when he apparated away. It was now or never, should he go into the study while his father was away, usually he stayed away for around an hour but on some other occasions he had come back in minutes, should he risk it? His brain told him to say no but his curiosity had a stronger hold on him and he decided to go to his fathers study.

He quickly got up and dusted himself down, he then ran a hand through his thick black hair to make sure that there was no sand in it and then started to jog back to his and his fathers house. He reached it within a minute and quickly stepped inside. He walked through it's dark corridors, trailing his left hand on the wooden walls as he walked. His house was quite big but it wasn't a mansion, nor was it small though. It was made entirely of wood and had been inhabited by generations of Woldervens, his ancestors. Who, his father had remarked proudly, were all pure of blood. He turned right at the end of the corridor and made his way down to the end of the next corridor before stopping in front of the door to his fathers study.

Now that he was here he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to come in any more, he could sense a dark presence inside and was tempted to run. But his curiosity got the better of him and he reached out, grabbed the handle and opened it quickly, stepping through into the study. He was expecting something big to happen as soon as he walked in and was surprised when all that happened was the door creak as he closed it behind him. He looked around the room, the walls and ceiling was made of the dark wood that held up the rest of the house but was covered up by all sorts of things; A cupboard, paintings of his dead relatives (sleeping), large bookshelves which was filled with many books and all sorts of magical objects that he couldn't recognize in the dark. At the back of the room was a large desk which was filled up with books, quills, and ink jars and so on. He quickly stepped over to it and studied it curiously.

He couldn't see the wood underneath as it was covered so perfectly by all of the things on top. He saw a few pieces of parchment that he recognized to have his fathers writing on it, a large old book that had the title 'Hogwarts: Secrets of the Four'. He was sure he had heard his father mention Hogwarts before that it was a school in Britain but he couldn't be entirely sure, his father didn't talk about it much. There was a few other books as well which had titles on them that he couldn't read, some sort of rune symbols or a code. He studied the desk for a few more seconds before finding an opened letter with the actual letter on top, he took the letter carefully as if he feared it would explode and read it.

Dear Vollo

I received your letter and I must say I agree with you entirely. If we are to conquer we must strike for the heart of the magical world: Great Britain. It's Ministry plays a large part in the world and we must bring it to it's knee's, by force if necessary. I have been recruiting wizards and witches all over the world like you said, those who are opposed to living in harmony with Muggles. I have found many who, in turn, have got friends to join our cause. Before long we will be a force to be reckoned with, with you as our leader. A friend of mine, Rucko Menni, studied the last wizarding war, lead by a Dark Wizard called Lord Voldemort. He said that he used not only his faithful servants, but magical creatures to gain control of Britain before he was thwarted by a school boy called Harry Potter. I think you should look into that as we would definitely be unstoppable if we had the creatures of magic on our side.

Your loyal supporter,

Grennin Verdun

He read over the letter one more time as he tried to take it in; his father, his own father was trying to take over Great Britain. By force if necessary! His mind refused to accept it. And also, 'wizards and witches who are opposed to living in harmony with muggles' did that mean he wanted to rule over them? He quickly put the letter back in it's place before looking for more. He found many others, all about 'taking over' Britain, or bring the 'Ministry' to its knee's. He didn't know what the Ministry was as his father had only told him a few things about Britain, so that's why he wanted to move to Britain. He didn't know how but he knew immediately that he didn't want to be associated with anything like this, it just seemed wrong.

But where would he go? He didn't have any other family as far as he knew and his mum was dead, he didn't have a wand (his father had told him he would get him one as soon as they moved to Britain) or any idea where to go but he just knew that couldn't stay here. The magic inside him was telling him to get out. He quickly put all of the letters back in their original positions, hopefully he would be long gone before his father got back to notice that they had been moved, and turned to head out of the room. However, he caught sight of a small dark square sitting against the wall to his right and saw a dark aura that he noticed around his dad. He curiously stepped over to it, all thoughts of leaving forgotten, and reached down to turn it over. It was a portrait.

Just as he was about to touch it he got a sudden mental image of a pale, snake-like face with dangerous red eyes and no noticeable nose. He quickly drew his hand back in fright and took a few steps back, now positively sweating with fear and anxiety. What kind of things was his father associating himself with? Pulling himself back together he quickly walked out of the room without taking a look back. He walked quickly to the other end of the corridor and straight through the door that lead to his room, he quickly closed the door shut beside him and walked over to his bed on which he promptly sat down on.

His mind was racing; should he leave? The honest answer was yes, he wanted to leave but he feared that his father and his followers might catch him and punish him. Maybe even 'take care of him' as the voice in the study had said to his father. He gave a physical shiver at the thought of being 'taken care of'. Thinking quickly he got up and went over to his wardrobe, he grabbed a large black satchel bag and threw it onto his bed. He put in a spare pair of underwear and socks before realizing that, if he did leave, he would need money to buy new clothes and food. He knew instantly where to get it. He kept a few spare sickles and galleons in a box under his bed which he placed on top of his bed before leaving the room.

He headed straight into his fathers study this time, not giving fear time to catch up, and immediately turned left and went over to a shelf. He saw a small black box which he recognized as the key holder, he opened it and saw the key in it's place before closing it and stopping to think. His father had said that it was a key to the bank of Gringotts which was in England which had a small amount of gold inside it, his father had said that; 'If ever you are in need of money and have no other options, go to a place called Gringotts in Diagon Alley and ask to withdraw some gold. Only in an emergency.' Well, he certainly counted this as an emergency and quickly headed back to his room and placed the small black box inside the bigger one holding his other money and placed it in his bag.

He grabbed a small map which he kept on the wall and folded it up before placing it in his bag; he also took a muggle tool called a compass which he had found on the beach last year. He grabbed a black cloak from his wardrobe and put it on around his shoulders before tightening his back and swinging it onto his back. He stood there for a few seconds, contemplating on this turn of events. He had never thought that his father would try to take over a country that obviously involved killing some people, and had no idea why it affected him in such a way. He just knew it was wrong, his instincts were telling him so. He was just about to decided where to go when he heard a faint crack come from outside; his father. He heard the front door get slammed open and his father making his way towards Rolo's room.

"C'mon... think, think, think." He muttered desperately as he tried to focus on a place he could apparate to. There was a sudden flash of red to his left and he screamed and covered his head with his hands as he thought he was going to get burned alive by one of his fathers spells. He looked up when he realized that his father hadn't entered the room and that he wasn't getting burned alive, looking to his left he saw a large red bird flapping it's wings beside him. Once it saw him look at it it turned around in mid air and stuck out it's rear end. He thought it must be some sort of demented bird before he heard faint words in his head; 'Take it, take it' It kept on repeating in his head. He realized that it was the bird as it was looking at him with a knowing look, he looked back to it's rear end where he noticed a large tail feather.

"The tail? I have to hold the tail?" He asked it softly, if he was wrong was going to be in so much trouble. It's head inclined slightly in a 'yes' and Rolo was surprised by the birds apparent intelligence. Suddenly his father burst in the room just as he went to hold the tail.

"Why were you in my study!? I told you to stay out! Yo- What the hell is that!?" He asked as he burst into the room. Rolo turned to him for a fraction of a second and studied his father's angry face and his eyes. For a moment he was sure that they had burned a red colour as he shouted.

"Goodbye father." He said softly, hoping to god that he was right. He grasped the tail feathers with his left hand and in a fiery flash, he was gone. He felt himself get pulled into some sort of limbo realm but wasn't worried, he felt oddly at ease beside the large bird. 'Hold on, hold' It repeated over and over. Suddenly the pulling sensation stopped and he arrived at his destination in a flash of flame. He looked around in utter surprise and fear mingled in his facial features. He was in the middle of what appeared to be a dining room and there was a man and a woman at opposite ends of a table, pointing there wands at them.

"Who are you?" The man challenged him and he turned to the man, he had dark brown hair which was curly and long. He had an angry face but Rolo was sure that if he smiled it would be warm and friendly.

"Umm... I'm Rolo. Rolo Neco Wolderven." He replied quickly, prepared to give them all the information they needed.

"How did you get here?" He asked him, his face not as angry any more but still a bit fierce. He stole a glance at the woman who had long dirty blonde hair and was looking at him with mild-interest.

"Er... A bird! A bird teleported me." He tried to explain, knowing how stupid that must sound.

"A bird?" The man asked with a raised eyebrow, he didn't believe him.

"Yes. It was big," He said making motions with his hands. "And red it-"

"Was a Phoenix." The woman said, contributing to the conversation for the first time.

"I- What?" Rolo stalled. Phoenix's were creatures of legend, there was doubt that they even existed.

"It must have been, remember Dumbledore Neville?" The woman continued, talking to the man who still had his wand pointed at Rolo. "He used to be able to teleport like Rolo here did as well, with his Phoenix Fawkes." The woman explained.

"It still doesn't explain why he brought him here." The man, he now knew was called Neville, replied turning back to Rolo.

"I was running away and then my father came and it told me to hold onto it's tail, I don't know why it brought me here just please don't hurt me." He tried to explain. When the man heard that he lowered his wand and his look of anger was replaced with sympathy.

"You ran away, why?" He asked him curiously.

"Because, I- I saw. He's been talking to Voldemort!" He decided to say on a hunch. The two adults raised their eyebrows, Neville's more so.

"Umm... Voldemort is dead son." Neville replied.

"No, I mean his portrait. He had a portrait of him and he was speaking to him." Rolo continued, glad that they were getting somewhere. Neville glanced at the woman who just shrugged and shook her head.

"So if what you say is true, then why did you leave?" Neville asked him curiously.

"I- well, my fathers a Dark Wizard and he wants to take over a place called Britain." He said, trying to sum it up quickly. Neville's eyebrows shot up even higher at that.

"He wants to take over Britain?" He asked him.

"Yeah and he's got followers and stuff, I read it on a letter in his study." He said as thought it explained everything. He was a bit overwhelmed by everything that was happening; he just wanted to go to sleep. He felt a few tears slide down his cheeks, this was a bit too much for a normal eleven year old to take in; his father is a Dark Wizard and wants to take over a country.

"Hey," The woman said soothingly and she came over to him and held his shoulder softly. "There's no need to cry we aren't going to hurt you." She comforted him as he burst into tears. He'd just had to much today and she seemed to notice as she pulled him into a gentle hug. He had never been hugged or comforted in this sort of way before and didn't know what to do, so he just cried into her shoulder before falling into sleep, something that he desperately needed.

"What do you think we should do with him?" Neville asked Luna after the boy had fallen asleep. She was still holding him in her arms as she was afraid she would wake him up.

"We'll keep him here for a couple of days, poor soul. Then once he's ready he can explain fully and we can figure out then." She replied quietly. She then lifted him up gently and walked over to the couch with him where she placed him softly; she then summoned a thick cover with her wand and put it on top of him as he slept.

What do you think that was about with the Phoenix?" Neville asked as he came over and studied the small boy as he slept.

"I believe he was brought here by a Phoenix but I'm not sure why?" Luna answered and saw on a singular couch across from the boy where she watched him as he slept.

"You go to bed honey; I'll keep an eye on him." Neville said pulling her out of the seat.

"But was about you? You still need sleep." She responded as he led her too the stair case.

"You need it more, your first day of school is close and you don't want to teach your first class half-asleep do you?" He asked and she smiled softly. "Don't worry, you just go to bed." He assured her and watched as she walked up the stair to their room. He headed back over to the chair and sat on it; he summoned the newspaper and began to read through it as the night ticked on.

Well I hope you enjoyed your first taste of this story, remember if you enjoyed it tell me what you think or if I could do better in some areas.