Part of an article from the Daily Prophet, written in the last
year of the terror of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named:

Article Headline: Victims found in Scotland! Hundreds Killed.

In what was thought to be an abandoned Castle off the coast of Scotland, over five hundred prisoners were found dead.

We have information that these were indeed prisoners of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; although we do not have their identification, or any information on what side they were on.
You may remember from two weeks ago the story of several bodies found in a London park all of which baring the mark of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It seems that this powerful man is not only now attacking enemies, but also his own allies. What is he doing? What will he gain from this? The man himself can only answer these questions if he is ever caught.

This Article was never published due to its use of words that invoked terror.

Chapter One

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Dear Mr. Potter,
You are being summoned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to spend the remaining period of your summer holiday.
Albus Dumbledore , head master of Hogwarts wishes you to continue your Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape as soon as possible.
In closed is a summer schedule for The Hogwarts Express. Please send an owl letting us know when we should expects you.Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Slowly Harry lowered the letter from his face. Could it be true? Were they truly letting him go back home to Hogwarts so early in the holiday? Quickly Harry scanned the letter again. This time he was sure of its contents.

Resisting the urge to spring off his bed and start hooting for joy, Harry walked to his desk and scribbles a quick reply.

It had been as dull as tombs at the Dursleys. Other than being feed and a rough word here or there from Mr. Dursley, his existence to them was practically nothing. Not that he was complaining. Before he had gone to Hogwarts he would have given anything to have a peace like this, but now life was boring him.

The reason for the Dursleys suddenly lack of interest in him was that their son, Dudley, had not come home after his school year at Smeltings School for boys.

"Its alright," Uncle Vernon had cooed trying to comfort his sobbing wife. "I'm sure his just gone on a special holiday. After studying so hard at Smeltings, of course the boy would need a special week or two alone." This seemed to calm Aunt Petunia, but Harry knew better.

Dudley had run off with his gang. He was probably out on the street right now doing drugs and chasing girls. He had heard Dudley talk about these kinds of things with his friends before, but thats all it had been up until now, just talk.

Sighing, Harry put his reply in an envelope and attached it to his Owl, Hedwigs, leg. Walking to the window he muttered a quick goodbye and let her go.

It had to be about one o'clock in the morning. Harry had been up late in his room, going over his books for school when the letter from Hogwarts had arrived. Now, he decided, he would go to sleep. In the morning, a reply from Hogwarts would come, and he would soon be on the Hogwarts Express and heading home.

Harry, suddenly, was awakened by a strange sound. Laying for a moment in the darkness he listened and waited.

Thump, Thump, Thump, came the noise. It was coming from the room next to his. That was Dudley's bedroom.

Harry waited in the darkness, maybe he had only imagined the noise…. still he had to be sure.

Thump, Thump, Thump, it came again. Slowly Harry climbed out of his bed, his wand lie on the nightstand next to him. He reached for it.

Grasping the doorknob and slowly pushing the door open, Harry mentally prepared himself for whatever lay behind the door.

Last summer Harry had been attacked by a group of Dementors and this summer, he wasn't taking any chances.

Throwing the door open, Harry stretched forth his hand and found the light switch. The room filled with light.

A fat figure struggled across the room from Harry, stuck in the window.

"Bloody Hell!" Come a pig-like squeal as the pudgy thing in the window squirmed and kicked trying to get loose.

"Dudley?" Harry asked. He steeped forward and shoved his wand into his back pocket.

"You idiot! Of course its me, help me get out of hear!" Dudley reached for Harry in a pathetic attempt to escape the window.

Harry tilted his head to the side and folded his arms. "Your Mum and Dad have been worried sick about you."

Dudley's face twisted into an expression of rage. "Listen you!" He shouted "If you tell them I'm here I'll pound your face in, do you hear me?"

"Alright Alright!" Harry stepped forward and grasped the boy by the arms. He didn't want his Uncle and Aunt to wake up either. They would probably blame him for all this. They'll say Harry has had their son all along, he had just shrunk him and has been carrying him around in his back pocket all this time.

After a lot more pulling and (and cursing from Dudley) Harry was able to pull Dudley free from the window. There was a moment of breath, then Dudley suddenly turned on Harry. Grabbing him by his shirt collar he said, "Alright you twit, you are not to tell my Mum and Dad I've been here or I'll send you to an early grave!"

A Sudden voice came from outside the window. "Hey Dursley! Where's the food"!" Dudley hurried to it and whispered back,

"Its coming, hold on a moment!"

Another gruff voice from below bellowed "Hurry up Dursley! I'm Starving!"

Dudley smiled and waved out the window, then turned away grumbling. It was then that Harry got a good look at his cousin. Dudley had lost some weight but not in a healthy way. He was as big as ever but his face was hollow and dark. His eyes, red and bloodshot, darted crazily as if expecting to be attacked at any moment. A sickening smell wafted from the boy. He looked terrible.

Dudley must have noticed Harry's stare because he crossed to the light switch and flipped it off. The only light that remained in the room came from the outside street lamps.

Walking out the door, Dudley made his way down the stairs. Not a sound came from below which was impressive to Harry, considering Dudley's size.

After a moment, Dudley reappeared with a bag of sliced bread, a twelve pack of soda, and of box of Twinkies. He walked over to the window and tossed the things outside.

There was a whispered cheer of delight from the voices outside. Dudley turned to Harry and pointed a threatening finger at Harry much like how his father, Uncle Vernon, had done many times before.

"Not a word you!" Dudley hissed, and with that, he turned to the window.

Harry had mixed feelings about what to do. It had been nice to come from Hogwarts and not have his roaring, stupid cousin in his face. If he let Dudley go now he could return to that peaceful life until he went back to Hogwarts in a couple of weeks.

However, if Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia found out that Harry had seen Dudley without telling them the consequences would be far worse than any coming from Dudley. And, after all, there WERE cousins.

"Stop Dudley, I can't let you go." Harry said. He studied the space between him and his cousin. He would be able to make it to the door before Dudley could catch him.

Dudley pauses, one knee on the windowsill. He looked somewhat stiff as he turned around. A Yellow smile spread on his face. Harry now rather regretted the words.

"And who's going to stop me? You?" Dudley's hands curled into tight fits.

Harry took a step back. He really didn't want to get hit.
"I'll yell," he said, "I'll wake up you Mum and Dad."

Dudley's face suddenly turns pale white. It scared Harry for a moment because he really did look sick.

"You wouldn't do that to me? Hu Harry? I've always been like a big brother to you!"

Harry ignored this lie. Shaking his head he said, "I'm sorry Dudley, you look awful, and you need help." He turned to the door, "I'll go get your mom and dad."

Dudley suddenly grabbed Harry by the arms and spun him around His face had an expression Harry knew well. It was the face he used right before he burst into tears.'

"I'm not sick. Really I'm not!" Dudley breathed on Harry; it smelled like a taint odor of vomit.

Dudley suddenly shifted as he said, "You're a wizard, and you can help me!" His eyes were pleading and desperate. He clung to Harry. Harry struggled to get away. They bumped a nearby lamp knocking it over.

Dudley did not notice his eyes where wild and frightening. The site and smell of him made Harry feel he was going to be sick.

"J-just make me better and I'll be on my way, Harry. Harry please!"

Two things happened then. Uncle Vernon threw the door open, and Dudley threw up all over Harry.

Uncle Vernon was brandishing a shotgun that Harry had never seen before, behind him stood his wife Aunt Petunia. She looked freakish in her pink curlers and green facemask.

Uncle Vernon pointed the shotgun at the gagging Dudley, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house!" he bellowed.

Almost instantly, Aunt Petunia flew past her husband. Shoving Harry out of the way, she wrapped her arms around her son. "Oh diddily dumkins! My love, I was so worried about you!" she hugged him and covered his pale face with kisses.

Dudley managed to squeak out a fait, "Hello Mum."

Mr. Dursley dropped his gun and walked forward. "Dudley!" He suddenly stopped, "What's that smell?" All three of the Dursleys turned towards Harry, who had vomit oozing down his shirt.

As if suddenly realizing where the mess had come from, Aunt Petunia let go of her son. She stared at him in horror, "Dudley, w-what's happened to you?"

Dudleys face contorted hideously. Harry wasn't sure if he was going to cry or scream. Before he would find out though Uncle Vernon turned on Harry, "You!" He said, "Get out of here and change your clothes. You're stinking up the whole house!"

Harry turned from the room and did what he was told. He threw the smelly clothes into a pillowcase and dumped it in the dustbin for Aunt Petunia to find.

Then, he began to pack his trunk. Once that was finished, he consulted the Hogwarts express train schedule.

There was a train leaving in an hour, good, that would give him plenty of time.

Harry pulled out of his trunk a jar filled with a strange glittering powder. He had just enough floo powder to make it to the train station.

Moments later he was standing in front of the great train, The Hogwarts Express. Harry could barely contain his excitement.

He had to wait sometime before he could get on the train. Many people where already getting off it. Several of which he knew. Madam Hootch, Hogwarts flying instructor and coach for all Quidditch games, came floating off the train in her normal quick pace. She nearly passed over Harry until his voice caught her attention. She turned to him with her normal smile. Her yellow eyes glimmered.

"Hello Harry, what are you doing here?" She said in a friendly tone. This kind of made Harry feel strange.
Whenever Madam Hootch had spoken to him before it was usually shouting out a command before, or during a Quidditch game.

He told her the circumstances of him taking the Hogwarts train back to the school. He did not tell her, of course, that the reason was to continue his Occlumency with Snape.

She frowned and said, "Odd, I've spent several of my summer at the school and never have they asked any students to stay there." She dismissed the subject as soon as it had come up. "We'll I'm not one to question authorities." She swept away before Harry could get another word in.

The train now was beginning to let on passenger. Harry grabbed his trunk and empty owl cage and began to board. I'm going home. I'm going HOME! He thought over and over. Suddenly a dark shadow fell over his mind as he remembered the feelings, the thoughts that he had been pushing out of his mind ever since the holiday began. Glumly his heart dropped as he remembered the pains of only a few months ago.

He sat in a car on his own near the back of the train; he hoped no one would join him. He did not want anyone to see the tear roll down his cheek. He did not want anyone to know how afraid he was of what might happen if he returned to Hogwarts.