The OOP & F: Voldemort's Rise

        "I WIN!" Voldemort yells and Andre shot up in a cold sweat. It had been a week since he'd witnessed Voldemort's Rise going into effect. Andre had a side in him that he didn't know existed come out when the huge aura of darkness had covered the field and destroyed the fence the unicorns were in… an evil side of himself.

[Why am I surprised? I did betray Falcore and Alexander and Drake.] Andre thinks and smirks. [Well I guess that old bat was right about me. I am innocent and evil… of course never at the same time. First innocent then a traitor she said… Paddington… a kook but, hell, she was right.]

Andre remembers coming back to find Falcore chewing Krum out and then Andre broke the news… 'Hey guys' he had said 'Voldemort immortal… is immortal.' He'd stumbled because of the affects of that aura. Now the Dark Mark was an everyday occurrence and the Daily and Evening Prophets had a page or two to honor people who had been killed by Voldemort.

Krum had to make speeches almost every single day to keep the families happy. Muggles were even starting to find out about magic because there were so many crimes and witnesses and not enough Obliviators to keep it under control.

The Prime Minister had to be informed of the situation by Krum and the heads of the Order. He was supposed to play the muggle killings as the works of a high-tech (to explain the Dark Mark) serial killer. It wasn't working too well. Most of the Muggles acted like that was the case but there was still a large enough number that didn't care what the Prime Minister said.

The Dursleys had been attacked first and the Dark Mark was found over their house with the bodies of a horse faced woman and an extremely large boy in it. The large boy's father was vehemently stating that it was his nephew's 'abnormality' that was to blame for this.

Andre suddenly felt ill and ran to the bathroom to heave up the contents of his stomach.

Harry Potter awoke with a start. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming. He stared into his mirror for a moment wondering why Voldemort had to come back. Why he had to ruin childhood for so many people… for Harry. Not that Harry had much of a childhood anyway. But others didn't deserve the same.

He had become more muscular during the past year with Falcore's rigorous physical training. He had seen most of the seventh years disappear just before term ended because of the UKMAF draft. He had also let his hair get longer and it wasn't as messy as before.

Drake however was the opposite. He kept his hair short now and had a beard and moustache though not those big bushy types a more trimmed, close to the mouth sort of deal.

Ron, other than getting taller and stronger(even for a werewolf), looked the way he always looked. Hermione too…

Their lives had changed when all the attacks started up. Hermione's house was attacked the week they left Hogwarts. She woke up to find her parents mutilated and dead and she would not have let anyone know for a week if it weren't for the Dark Mark hovering above her house. She still didn't talk about it… even to Ron.

Ron… still a werewolf. Harry had become a normal Animagus of a lion, like The Marauders did to help Remus, to be with Ron during the full moon. Hermione was a panther.

Harry was broken from his reverie by a loud barking followed by yowling and hissing. Hedwig hooted indignantly and hid her head under her wing.

"Fang! Don't play with James. He doesn't like you much yet. Oh wait is that your doorbell bark?" Harry says. "Ok let's get the door… isn't it late at night though? Shh."

Fang quieted down. "Oh wait… Sirius will go to the door… it's a trap!" Harry snuck downstairs and watched the door as Sirius opened it.

"Hello." Sirius says.

"You're coming with us." A hand reached in and grabbed Sirius taking him away and slamming the door.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yells. "Fang c'mere!" Fang bounds up to Harry. "Come on let's get Sirius back."

Harry and Fang walk out of the door and look all around but see no one. "Where is he?" Harry runs down the road with Fang following until he reaches the Weasleys and starts pounding on their door.

He doesn't realize the door is open and hit Mr. Weasley in the chest.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley seems shocked.

Harry looks up and Fang walks into the house. Harry follows fang and sits down on the couch in the living room per Mr. Weasley's request.

"What is going on Harry?" Mr. Weasley asks.

"They got him! They got Sirius!" Harry yells.

"Shh. Everyone's asleep." Mr. Weasley says.

"Not anymore." Mrs. Weasley says with Ron and Ginny and Fred and George behind her.

"What is going on?" Ron asks.

"Harry?" Ginny seems shocked. "Where's Drake?"

Pounding on the door can be heard again.

"I guess I forgot him but there he is." Harry blushes but then remembers why he ran over here so fast. "Sirius is gone! We have to save him! What if he is being tortured for information?! Or worse… what if they are gonna kill him??!!??!!"

Drake runs in and sees Harry. "Where is Sirius?"

"They have him. Someone grabbed his robe and pulled him out and I couldn't find them. They were just gone! But Sirius wouldn't Apparate with them!" Harry is turning red in the face.

"Harry calm down!" Mr. Weasley yells.

"Does everyone want some hot chocolate?" Mrs. Weasley asks and Drake, Ginny, Ron, and Harry do.

"What did you see Harry?" Mr. Weasley asks.

Harry takes a deep breath and then lets it out until he is calm. "The doorbell rang a few minutes ago and Fang and James were making a racket. I thought it was a trap because it is so late so I went to watch the door because I thought Sirius might open it. Sirius was there and opened the door when I was watching he said 'Hello' and then someone said 'You're coming with us' and a hand reached in and yanked him out by the collar." Harry stopped for a moment. "Now I'm here."

"I heard Fang barking and woke up." Drake starts. "He was barking and James was hissing and yowling. I think Hedwig hooted once. Anyway, I went to get Harry after the barking stopped to see what was going on and then when he wasn't there I took a secret passage through his room to Sirius' room and Sirius wasn't there either and they weren't at the door so here I am."

"Ungh. Where am I?" Sirius looks around and pales. "Dementors… Azkaban…" Sirius starts to get pale and it's like a shutter closed a light behind his eyes… they got dark. "Not mom… she can't be dead…"

"Stop your muttering prisoner. And I would like it if you would stand before your host." A cold voice said.

Sirius stares over at the voice and sees Voldemort. "Where am I?"

"The Riddle dungeon." Voldemort says smoothly. "My house."

Sirius groans and turned towards the wall. The coldness deep in his very being made him shiver.

"I said stand I will not be polite again!" Voldemort yells.

Sirius curls up into a ball and stays on the floor. Suddenly a voice cuts into his misery offering him a release from the cold… but Sirius knew what this was.

Suddenly there are no worries, no bad thoughts, none of the badness of the other world. Sirius didn't think he should fight the command all it did was tell him to stand.

Stand up! The voice called. You know you want to listen… and be free of the Dementors hold on your mind… Stand up.

Sirius started to but then thought… Why should I?

Stand UP!

I'm comfortable down here thanks.

I SAID STAND UP!

"NO!" Sirius yells.

"Fine I will control your mind another way… Ms. Serena do your thing." Voldemort waves someone over to Sirius and his eyes widen when he sees her.

"We have to get in touch with Dumbledore." Mr. Weasley says to his wife as the children drink their hot chocolate.

"I agree. What if You-Know-Who has… her?" Mrs. Weasley says.

"Her?" Mr. Weasley raises his eyebrows.

"Yes. HER." Mrs. Weasley glares at him.

"OH!" He finally gets it. "She is dead."

"Was there ever a body?" Mrs. Weasley challenges.

"Well… no… but she was in the building and the entire roof just collapsed…" Mr. Weasley says.

"And stayed in one piece long enough for her to have been spirited away or escaped and then been captured." Mrs. Weasley finishes.

"So she could be changed and might change him… although you know he will try to change her back to good but there are all manner of changes that could've happened to her mind…" Mr. Weasley muses.

"Exactly. And she'll likely get him to drink one of them." Mrs. Weasley says seriously.

"Serena?" Sirius looks likes he's in a dream.

"Yes it is I, love." Serena says. She is wearing an oddly tight leather swimsuit like thing and carrying a whip.

"But you're dead… the roof crushed you… I saw your body." Sirius stammers

"You saw a body not my body. I was saved by the Death Eaters." Serena says and Sirius notices she's wearing black make up and her eyes are dark and her once red hair has turned black.

"Please, Serena, you know that's not true. They took you and changed you… remember how it was before the roof." Sirius pleads

"NO YOU REMEMBER! You were too busy with Potter and his bitch and their bastard son to pay me any attention! You had to guard them! You didn't care about me at all… I don't care if you were an Auror. I should've mattered more to you but I'm just your wife why should  you have cared?!?!?!" Serena screams at him.

"That is not true and you know it! I care about you more than anything… I always have… Other than news of my mom's death I saw the roof collapsing and your body more than any other vision. Yes even finding my best friend and his wife's bodies!" Sirius hollers back.

"Liar!" Serena yells and Sirius is suddenly chain to the wall with his chest and stomach pressed to the wall. "See how you like pain!"

Sirius screams as her whip with a barb on its end hits his back. He tries to stand the pain for as long as possible because he knows he'll be poisoned or changed or something but he can't take it. The combination of bleeding and the unearthly pain the whip inflicts makes the blackness take over his world in only 15 minutes.

Sirius awoke free of the chains except for ones on his ankles and realized, thankfully, he didn't feel different, but the sun could be seen on the floor down the hall. He knew he would be broken… he wasn't strong enough… and his Serena… she was with them and didn't seem as though she could be changed. He missed her dreadfully. She was right too he had ignored her a lot for five months before she was killed. Sirius sighed heavily and curled up to get some real sleep.

"Yes Dumbledore, Sirius was taken. They might have her too." Mr. Weasley was speaking to the head of Albus Dumbledore in his fireplace. "We think the roof held long enough after falling that she could've been taken away from the house by the Death Eaters."

"Why would Voldemort have been capturing women? Rosalyn was taken to be his queen later… after he took over Quirrell's body. Maybe his other 'experiments' with the women failed?" Dumbledore ponders.

"I do not know sir." Mr. Weasley says. "I am merely making speculations."

"Me too. We must put some pieces into motion. We must save Sirius Black," Dumbledore gets a determined look on his face. "at all costs."