THE EVIL IS RISING
PART ONE
Harry Potter has returned to the Muggle world after his fourth year at Hogwarts, after yet another encounter with Lord Voldemort. What will happen now? We shall see...
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry had just had another vision about the Dark Lord, and his scar was hurting him as badly as it did at the Triwizard Tournament.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY NAME -"

Uh-oh. Uncle Vernon. Harry groaned, still not being able to see through the haze of pain. He heard his door crash open.

"WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, BOY?" he roared. "CAN A PERSON SLEEP AROUND HERE?"

Harry clutched his forehead. "I'm sorry!" he gasped out. Now he was able to see at least the outline of Uncle Vernon. "Hold on a minute...I can explain."

"This better be good," Vernon growled, sitting down on the small bed. Harry didn't think this was a good idea, considering that the bed was quite old and rickity.

After ten minutes, Harry was able to speak and see clearly, although now he had a splitting headache.

"Can you be so kind as to explain now?" snapped Undle Vernon.

Harry drew a long, deep breath. They had to know. "Uncle Vernon, you know how I got this scar the night of Halloween, fourteen years ago? Well, that night, Voldemort transferred some of his power to me. We are connected through it. This year, at Hogwarts, we held an event called the Triwizard Tournament, for the first time in a century. Only seventeen year olds and up were to compete, so I didn't submit my name. One of Lord Voldemort's followers did, because he knew if my name was picked, I would have to compete. You see, it's bound by magical contract. He was hoping to kill me." Harry rubbed his scar, trying to rid himself of the headache. "Well, at the first task in the tournament, I didn't know who had entered me, but I had the feeling they wanted me dead. The first task was to capture a golden egg from a dragon."

"What's this got to do with you screaming in the middle of the night?"

"I'm getting to it, okay? Well, I managed to do it. And I managed to get through the second task. Then there was the third task, which was to get through a maze, and to the Triwizard Cup in the middle. Whoever touched it first was to get full marks. Cedric Diggory and I entered the maze first. Then it was the second place champion, Viktor Krum. Then Fleur Delacour. Someone Stunned Fleur Delacour as she passed by. Then they put the Imperius Curse-when you use it, you can control a person's actions-on Viktor Krum. They sent him to finish off Diggory, but I Stunned Viktor before he could. Cedric and I continued on.

"Finally, I reached the Triwizard Cup. But Cedric was already there, at the same time. Then a gigantic spider hurtled out on the path toward him. I shouted at him, and he swerved. The spider attacked me instead. Cedric and I finally Stunned the spider, and were left with the Cup. We took it at the same time, which was my idea. It was a Portkey, though...one that transported us directly to Voldemort's grounds. His servant, Wormtail, who was my one of my parent's best friends, killed him. Then he tied me up, and began to brew a potion that would make Voldemort rise again."

"The dream?" inquired Vernon, but he was definitely a little pale now.

"I'm getting to it. Wormtail took the dust from the bones of Voldemort's father, he sliced off his own hand, and he took blood from...me." Harry paused. "I think that's why my visions have been more in detail and everything lately. Now, not only do we share a bond of power, but a bond of blood."

"That's the most stupid story I've ever heard."

"Believe it," said Harry firmly. "If you'll excuse me, I need to notify the school headmaster and Sirius about it." Uncle Vernon nodded silently, and left.

Harry exhaled, surprising himself that he had been holding breath for that long. Still not believing that he had not been locked in his room for eternity, he grabbed a sheet of parchment.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I woke up this morning with my scar hurting again. In the dream, Voldemort was plotting to kill me, and saying something along the lines of he feared the Chosen heir...what does that mean, sir?

Sincerely,
Harry Potter

Harry looked at the letter, smiling grimly to himself. He should have done this when he had a dream last time...but no. His stubborn pride had told him not to.
Then he penned a letter Hermione.

Hermione,

Hey! How's Bulgaria? This just isn't fair, you get to go to France, then you get to go to Bulgaria to visit the famous Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum. Having fun with your sweet Vicky-poo? When's the wedding? Only joking! ONLY JOKING!

Things here aren't great. I woke up this morning at two with a vision...again. Voldemort's still plotting to kill me. I guess that he never gives up. I've noticed that Wormtail is a lot more jittery lately. And Nagini's restless...stupid old snake. Well, anyways, have lots of fun, and learn to play Quidditch! After next year, we'll need some more Chasers! And this year, we need a new Keeper, as well.

Love from your best friend,
Harry J. Potter

Harry tied both letters to Hedwig's leg, and watched her fly off into the night. Why did he have to be Harry James Potter?
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Albus Dumbledore looked over the letter Harry had sent him. The Chosen...he had read a prophecy mentioning that somewhere. Dumbledore pulled a large, heavy book down from a shelf. "The Chosen, the Chosen.." he muttered, as he searched. "Ah.."

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The Chosen marked with lightening will defeat The Evil marked with a snake. The Chosen is more powerful than The Evil, and one will perish, the other will be immortal.
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Dumbledore looked at the paragraph, stunned. Harry was the Chosen...

Author's Note: And so begins "The Evil is Rising" series. I hope it hasn't been done before. It's going to be good, I promise. Oh, and it WON'T connect with "The Alicia Series" after all. Sorry! I'll continue "The Alicia Series" when I get ideas. For now, you can cope with this. Read, Review, and don't flame me. They'll be extinguished. So don't bother. Love from Alicia!