A New Dark Lord
Summary: Will thought that the Dark had gone forever. But that was before he discovered a whole new magical world, with its own evil side to fight. The Dark is Rising/ Harry Potter crossover. Set after Silver on the Tree and Harry's fifth year.
Here is the second chapter. Yayyy! Did you like the first? Didn't like? Please review.
Disclaimer: I sadly, only own the plot. All characters are either JK Rowling's or Susan Cooper's.
Will hurtled into a full out sprint, trying to keep up with the black-haired boy. Whoever he was, he was very fast. Will had no problem keeping up with him, but if he slowed down he would lose sight of him.
As he ran, Will's thoughts raced. Who was this kid? Why couldn't he read his mind? And where was he going in such a hurry?
Past another house with a spotless green lawn, and another. All were almost exactly alike. Didn't any of these people have any individuality? Probably not, actually. The only reason Will was here was because his brother's friend had moved here two months ago and had invited him and Will to come. He could already tell he didn't like Little Whinging.
He turned the corner. Will was beginning to tire now. But he couldn't lose sight of the boy! He gritted his teeth together in a determined face. Just as he knew he would have to slow down, the boy stopped in front of a house with a gilt number 4 on the door. It looked no different from all the other houses on this street, save for a very horse-like woman standing in the doorway. Will stopped abruptly and hid behind a tree, not wanting to be seen.
"Where were you, boy?" It was not a question. "You weren't doing any funny business, you little ungrateful abnormality?"
'It looks like whoever lives with him doesn't like him very much. And why would she call him an abnormality?'
"No, Aunt Petunia. I was taking a walk."
Will burst into a silent fit of giggles. Why would anyone name their child Petunia?
The Petunia (which was what Will decided to call her)'s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why don't I believe you? Go up to your bedroom, now."
Will thought that this was rather harsh. No dinner just because he had gotten home late? The Petunia must really hate this boy.
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Harry trudged upstairs, glad that he hadn't been locked in. This way he could go and steal some food from the kitchen when the Dursleys were asleep. He flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, until he was pulled into sleep.
A boy with brown hair and grey eyes was standing in front of him.
"What do you want?" Harry asked. The boy said nothing, only beckoned. Harry followed.
He was in the graveyard again, Cedric lying dead on the ground. A dark figure with red eyes was standing over him.
"Avad…"
Harry sat up in bed, sweat on his face, and stood up. He had to mail that letter to Ron! He forced his thoughts away from the night in the graveyard and busied himself with his task.
Hedwig was in her cage, staring at him with her amber eyes. As Harry opened her cage, she pecked him affectionately on the finger. He tied the letter to her leg.
"I need you to take this to Ron okay? You know where he is."
She hooted in response. Harry opened the window and let Hedwig fly out.
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Down on the lawn, Will saw her fly out the window and was shocked. This person was definitely not normal. Who on earth kept an owl as a pet? No one he knew. But then, nothing he had seen about the boy was normal.
Will then decided to do something he knew he really shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He jumped into the air and spread his arms wide. He slowly rose to the window the owl had flown out of and grabbed onto a tree branch near there to stop his ascent and prevent him from falling. The branch wouldn't have supported a normal boy's weight, but Will was not a normal boy. He was an Old One, so this was easy.
Will watched the window to see what the boy was doing. He was laying on the bed, reading an immensely thick volume and occasionally writing something with a feather quill on a piece of parchment. Two more strange things about the boy. Why would he use a feather quill and parchment?
Will took a look around the room, or what he could see of it. It was small, and very cluttered. A large trunk stood in one corner, a chest of drawers with a cage on top in the other. That must be where he kept the owl, thought Will. More books covered a desk over to the side, and... a broomstick? Why would he have something like that in a room?
Will sharpened his vision and saw the word Firebolt, written on the top in gold lettering. This was another strange thing. How many was that now? First, the boy's mind being closed to him, second, the Petunia, third, the snowy owl, fourth, the parchment, fifth, the quill, and sixth, the broom. Whoever this kid was, Will had to talk to him. He had to find out who he was or he would go mad. He decided that he would come back first thing tomorrow morning and talk to the boy as soon as he came outside the house. Will didn't think the Petunia would take it too kindly if she found out that he wanted to talk to the "Abnormality".
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Harry was on his bed again, working on his History of Magic essay: Explain how Boris the Bewildered affected the present Ministry laws. He still had a foot left to write and he had already talked about most of the laws now in place. Harry searched through his book and found exactly what he needed. "Before Boris was hit by a poorly made Memory Charm in 1459, he was one of the best Aurors in the Ministry. He believed that another office should be made called…. Blah, blah, blah."
Harry wrote the bit about the new office and added a bit of detail about how The Accidental Magical Reversal Squad worked today. That took up his needed foot and he sighed in relief. He had finished all his homework finally. Now all he really wanted to do was go for a ride on his Firebolt, but he knew he couldn't.
With a sigh, he got into bed and went to sleep.
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The next morning, Will woke up very early. He lay there for a second until he remembered the strange kid from yesterday. He silently got dressed and slipped out of the house. He wandered the streets for a while, until he found the street he was looking for. Reading the sign, Will saw that it read Privet Drive. He followed it until he came to number 4. No one was there.
Will sat down on a bench near the sidewalk and waited. An hour or so later, he heard a voice that sounded like the Petunia's, and another boy's raised in an argument.
"YOU HAVE TO WEED THE GARDEN BEFORE YOU GO ANYWHERE, BOY!"
'Oh good', thought Will. 'He'll be outside. I just have to go up to him. Offer him help, maybe.'
A minute or so later, the boy with black hair came out of the house, looking very dejected. He didn't see Will, just went straight to the patch of geraniums in the yard.
"Hello," said Will.
The boy jumped. "Oh, hi. I didn't see you there." He peered at Will. "Hey, weren't you the boy in the playground, when I was there?"
"Yep, that was me. I saw you there too. What's your name?"
"Harry. And you?"
"I'm Will."
Will saw Harry wince as the Petunia's voice came through the window. "Are you weeding that garden boy? The Polkisses are coming for dinner tonight and I want the garden to look neat!"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," said Harry wearily. "Look, I'd better get to work. My aunt will kill me if I don't get this done."
"Need any help? I have to do the weeding at home."
"Uh… Sure. Why not?"
The two boys made their way to the flower patch, talking about their family.
"Is it just me, or is your aunt not very friendly?" asked Will, hoping to learn more about this Harry.
"It's not just you. She hates me. And she hated my parents. She was my mum's sister."
"Oh. Where are your parents now?"
"They're dead," said Harry abruptly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"No, it's fine," said Harry. "I don't even remember them. What about you're family?"
Will sensed that Harry was trying to change the subject, but didn't bother to press for more information. "Well, I have a really big family. Six brothers and five sisters. And I'm the youngest."
"Eleven siblings!?" That was a lot. He felt sorry for Will.
Will and Harry chatted for another half hour until the weeding was finished.
"Well, I had better go. See you here tomorrow?"
"Okay."
Harry walked into the house but Will stayed there for some moments longer, wondering about what Harry might be hiding. There was something strange about him and Will was determined to find out what it was.
