Harry Potter and the Rising Dark

by RPGIII

The Potter family has been split for five years, with Harry in the US helping the local law enforcement by day and drowning himself in a bottle by night. But now a series of rituals of a dark nature bring the two sides together again to stop the Dark before it's given the chance to expand and rise.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two

World in Danger

Harry stood in the circle, though the bodies had been removed along with all physical evidence the place still stank of dark magic. He sighed and took his coat off and draped it over a nearby fallen tree. He rolled his shirt sleeves up and loosened his tie.

Phillips watched in silence, they had been reluctant partners for three years now and she knew when he needed silence. She leant up against a tree a few feet away and watched with baited breath, although the results of whatever he was doing couldn't be used in a non-magical court of law it would be enough for the Magical Law enforcement and as long as the culprit was caught she didn't care who got the credit. She wouldn't admit it, but watching Harry work was sometimes amazing and she knew that she owed him her life on more than one occasion.

Harry sat cross legged and cracked his neck. "Show time." He muttered to himself. "Et deduc quasi torrentem color magicae. Et deduc quasi torrentem color magicae. Et deduc quasi torrentem color magicae." (1)

He opened his eyes and they glowed emerald green he watched as lines appeared in front of him and took shape around him. First it took shape of the physical shapes that had been in the clearing. The bodies of the women, the animals and the babies, then slowly a figure started appearing in front of the altar. Though it didn't show facial features the dark red outline showed broad shoulders that most likely belonged to a man. Then from the thirteen women and their babies a steady stream of magic flowed upwards into a ball of energy above the altar.

"Magic is building, flowing from the sacrifices." Harry said out loud, narrating what he was seeing to Phillips who had pulled out a notebook and pencil and started writing down what he was saying word for word.

He watched with his magical sight as the ball of magic turned from a pure golden to a dark sickly looking green and purple. Then the sphere it had been started taking shape. A tall skeletal figure appeared to be standing on the altar. Its head was bowed and it seemed to look at the figure in front of him.

"A figure, it's pure evil, I'm not sure it's human. Whatever it is it's not solid and not fully formed. From what I can see the squib can pull it's essence from hell but can't form it a body or an anchor. Without either the thing will only be able to remain until all the magic from the women and their babies is used up." Harry said.

"MY FAITHFUL, IS IT DONE?" The voice was neither male nor female but a collection of many. All of the voices that made up the one were harsh and out of sync. Some were low and gravelly, other smooth and high.

"Holy shit." Harry muttered. His eyes wide, shock and extreme horror clear on his face.

Phillips nearly started forwards, she was not used to seeing Harry scared. Angry? Yes. Determined? Frequently. Irritated? Almost permanently, but she had never seen him scared. To her he was the thing that scary things were scared of. "Potter, what's wrong?"

"It's talking." He said quickly. "It shouldn't be able to talk. The spell only shows what happens. It's visual only. No audio. The only way it could be audio if this things voice was made of magical energy itself." He explained. "This thing must be one powerful bastard."

"YOU HAVE A VESSEL IN MIND FOR ME? ONE POWERFUL? ONE EMPTY?" The voices asked, the voice sent rolls of terror down Harry's spine. Though he couldn't hear what the other figure was saying in reply he could feel the elation in the voice when it next spoke. Whatever was good for this being was bad for everyone else. "EXCELLENT. HIS SHELL WILL BIRTH ME, I CAN SEE MEMORIES OF HIM AND HIS POWER ONLY HAS ONE EQUAL AND HE WILL BE DEALT WITH SWIFTLY ONCE I AM RISEN. WILL THE AGENT BE CAPABLE OF THIS?"

Harry swallowed and let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding as he repeated what the voice was saying so Phillips could note it down.

"PERFECT, THE IRONY IS STRONG AND AS THE FINAL SETTING OF THE RAISING THERE WILL BE MANY SOURCES FOR ME TO FEED ON IF YOUR FORCES ARE READY. ONCE THIS IS DONE YOU WILL BE REWARDED WITH THE POWER THAT WAS TAKEN FROM YOUR FOREFATHERS, THIS I PROMISE YOU."

The figure faded leaving only the alone figure in front of the altar and as he turned and Harry ended the spell that too faded. "Shit." He muttered.

"Are you okay, Potter?" Phillips asked.

Harry pulled himself to his feet and staggered to his coat and pulled out his cigarettes. "No, I'm really not. This Squib knew he couldn't anchor this thing to our plane." He slipped a smoke between his lips and sparked his zippo up. "He killed these women and their babies to make a fucking glorified phone call. That's all this was." He growled. "A FUCKING SKYPE CALL!" he bellowed, his anger getting the best of him. "And this wasn't the first, there must have been more, this wasn't the first time those two talked." He looked at her his hollowed looking eye boring into her soul. "And it won't be the last. If I'm getting the idea right this thing and his minion isn't going to magically build a shell they're going to commandeer one, a dead body and a powerful one, with more sources of magic nearby." Harry blew out a cloud of smoke. "I need you to reach out to law enforcement around the globe, any and all you can, see if there have been any other mass murders like this, I'm going to do the same with the magical community." He sighed deeply and rubbed his temples. "Bollocks, here I go again? Just when I thought I'd never have to go down this route again."

"What do you mean?" Phillips asked him.

He looked at her and she took a step back. The glint in his eyes was a dangerous determination, this was a Harry Potter she had never seen, he had a look in his eyes that she had only seen in veterans of war. "Time to save the world again."

"There have been nine cases all across the world, mostly Europe and North America," Limicks said his sombre voice etched with worry. "Non-magics that don't know the existence of our world are blaming a new cult that's sprung up recently."

"Where in Europe?" Harry asked, scanning the document that pin pointed three locations in the states. He turned to the older wizard's head which was suspended in his fire. "Come on Limicks it could be useful."

Limicks sighed as another file was ejected through the fire into Harry's waiting hands. "The first one was in England, the centre of Stonehenge," he paused for effect, "Your ministry had a hard time covering it up, luckily some pencil pusher," he paused as he referred to something out of Harry's sight, "A Percy Weasley, managed to put a spin on it and got it isolated before the Non-magic authorities got too involved."

"And the others?" Harry questioned.

"All locations of known magical significance, locations known to magics and non-magics alike." He paused and sighed. "All are along Ley lines; you know what they are right?"

Harry nodded not looking up from the document he was scanning. "Paths of magical landmarks where magic flows smoother than in most other places." He glanced down at the map in the documents. "And our girls were found on a crossing point of three of them." He paused and put the file down; his hands ran through his hair. "Any information on this cult? Could they actually be responsible? Could they really be trying to summon and embody this thing?"

Limicks shook his head. "None as yet, as most of their known and public activity has been in Europe, our department has nothing. I've requested a file be sent from the I.C.W – we should have it by tomorrow morning."

"Can you forward it to me when you're done?" Harry asked, "This is a lot bigger and darker than a few squibs playing make-believe. I've looked over the ritual and them combined with the conversation I eavesdropped on and a ritual on possession they could really pull this off if they find a powerful enough body"

Limicks nodded grimly. "I agree with you on that one, Potter. What have your Non-magics got, are you still keeping them in the loop?" he asked, "it's nothing against them but this one is as little more serious that a group of hags or a boggart causing trouble in the Bronx."

Harry snorted. "Apart from the Doctor we've nothing. Did you do a search on him?"

Limicks grinned evilly. "We picked him up the minute you guys cleared him, we're waiting for the go-ahead for truth serum."

"I thought you could use it whenever you liked on non-magics?"

"He's not a non-magic. He's the great grand-son of the squib nephew of Gellert Grindlewald, who I'm sure you're familiar with." At Harry's delighted look Limicks continued. "It wasn't him; he's got an air-tight alibi."

Harry sat back dejectedly, "Bollocks. Grindlewald looked into deals with demons and spirits, but even to him the price was too high."

"Quite," agreed Limicks. "Though the doctor is heavily involved. His practice caters to both magics and non-magics. All these women were witches; their offspring were evidently magical as well. They left our world because they found it easier to make a living in the other side of the veil, but they wanted a doctor who knew about magic."

"Understandable." Harry muttered. "But what a wanker, he was probably with them all through the pregnancy then to turn them over like that. Let me know okay?"

He sat back and was about to finish the Floo call when Limicks asked, "what about your non-magics? Are you going to work with them on this and share info or are you tackling this on your own?" he sounded concerned. "Law enforcement is law enforcement and I'd hate to see anyone from the family hurt."

Harry sighed. "I know Phillips would say she can handle herself, the case has her rattled though. Hell, it has me rattled. I want to get her and my precinct as far away from this as possible, this is so far out of their depth, but unless I gave a fucking good reason I don't see her letting me."

"It's the babies," Limicks told him. "Something about it brings out women's maternal side. Disturbs them something terrible." He smiled grimly. " But you're right, this is too big and too dangerous for them to deal with. Myself, the Magical Senator of New York, the Americal rep on the ICW and the President of American Magic are having a meeting tomorrow, I want you there, Potter."

Harry nodded. "You trying to pull me back into Magical Law Enforcement?"

Limicks smiled grimly. "If I have my way yes. You're one of the best, I've read your records I've read about you war effort and what you've done over here both officially and unofficially. If you don't mind I'm going to recommend that the ICW put you on their own policing team, especially for a case this big. Are you in?"

Harry sighed, "For this case yes, in the future? I don't know. I'm going to have to talk to Phillips first." He then smirked. "What time's this meeting?"

"Two forty tomorrow. Don't let me down on this Potter." He then disconnected.

Harry was left in darkness.

"Potter, there's a file here for you." Phillips called out holding the file in the air as he walked into the office the next morning.

Making his way over Harry took the file and flipped it open. "Thanks Phillips." He muttered before going towards his desk and sitting down. Turning the pages of the file he slowly scanned the contents.

"What you got there, Potter?" The detective asked moving over to him and perching on the edge of his desk. "New info?"

Harry nodded. "There have been other murders with the same M.O. The Magical Law Enforcement offices think it has something to do with a cult that's just started up. They're calling the ICW. This is a summary of everything they had on the others."

"The ICW?" Phillips asked. "Aren't they like the magical united nations?"

"More or less." Harry told her. "Limicks wants to recommend they put me on the case world-wide. I have a meeting with a rep, and the magical leader of New York state and America in a few hours." He turned the page then he paled. "Shit."

"Potter? Potter what's wrong?"

Slowly he handed her the page, it was a victims list of the ritual in England.

Natilie Creevy

Deidre Finnegan

Elizabeth Malfoy

Jennifer Potter

Samantha Longbottom

Joanna Weasley

Cassandra Wood

Rebecca Greengrass

Hilary Carmicheal

Poppy Smith

Megan Finch-Fletchley

Kennedy Peakes

Matilda Higgs

Phillips gasped, her eyes glued to Potter. She looked at the white face of her partner.

"Someone you know?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "My eldest son James got married two years ago. That's her and my second Godson Fred Weasley Junior married his girlfriend six months ago. Her name was Joanna. There are a few other names I recognise. Mostly from school." He sighed. "these women no, these girls are connected to people I knew. I know of all the families, all had strong magic, some were close friends, others used to be."

He was silent for a minute then he started shaking. The lights in the office started buzzing before one by one they shorted out. Computers started emitting sparks before emitting sparks then they too shorted out. Loose materials around Harry started shaking. He then looked up and Phillips took a step back from the look of rage on his face.

"This bastard," he hissed in a harsh whisper, "killed my yet to be born Grandson. I'm going to kill this fucker."

Harry walked purposely into his small apartment. He snapped his fingers and the permanently open camp bed folded itself away. Underneath there was a floorboard that was marked with a large triangle containing a circle then a ling running through the two. The mark of the hallows. Harry's eyes flashed green as he plunged his hand down. The wooden floor stood no chance, as he pulled up the wood of the floor the rage clouding his mind receded slightly and part of him questioned if he truly wanted this or not. He pulled up a small chest and placed it on the bed.

"Repairo." He muttered waving his hand over the hole in the floor which knitted itself back together.

He stood at glared at the chest as if it had done something to personally offend him. To him the contents were a reminder of an adventure that had lasted seventeen years and cost him both friends and family.

He sighed deeply. "Guess the Boy-Who-Lived is coming out of retirement."

Limicks sat in a room with two men and one woman. One of the men was the Magical Head of the State of New York, his name was Roger Mallony, a non-magical born whose father had been connected to the New York Mob. Though the man came from criminal roots Limicks respected him. He was fair, honest and had a stead fast loyalty to New York, the rest of America or the world be damned. The second man was Magical President Gavin Flecks, a politician to the core – Limicks had voted for the other guy. Flecks was a smooth talking weasel of a man, who didn't seem to come with any dirt. In Limicks opinion everyone had dirt, and the harder it was to find the worse it was.

The woman was an unknown in his eyes. Apparently she had been a negotiator for Magical Creatures in England until her success had brought her to the attention of the British Minister of Magic, who had insisted she take the British seat in the International Confederation of Wizards due to her skill in negotiation and persuasive skills. It also helped she was born to Non-magicals, making the British Ministry seem open and non-prejudice to the rest of the world. She was dressed in a smart muggle business suit.

"Can we please get the meeting started Director Limicks?" Flecks said impatiently. "I have a round of golf booked with the non-magic president and neither him nor I like to be kept waiting."

Limicks sighed and looked at his watch. "I apologise Mr President, but The Private Investigator we are waiting on is not only our liason to the Non-magical precinct dealing with the New York scene, but he is also a expert in Dark, Ancient and Obscure Magic." He smiled; he was trying to keep Harry's name a secret for as long as he could, as he knew the shock it would induce would swing things more into his and Harry's favour. "I can say that without him New York would be an urban breeding ground for the worse the Magical world has to offer."

"I don't care who he is." The President growled through clenched teeth. "He's late."

As he said that the doors of the room swung open and a wave of magical power swept through the room. "As a great man once said and was then quoted, a wizard is never late nor his he early, he arrives exactly when he intends to." The man that spoke was an imposing figure to say the least, at Harry's new appearance Limicks had to hide a smile. This was not the scruffy individual that he had met days ago, this was what he imagined Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, The Man-Who-Conquered and Order of Merlin holder to truly look like. His ebony hair pulled back into a tight pony tail, green eyes blazing with an emerald fire. Gone was the woollen coat and in it's place was a long black Dragon hide coat with a shimmering material stitched into the lining. On his forearms were two wand holsters, one of which had a symbol etched into. Limicks recognised it as the symbol of the legendary Hallows. On his left middle finger was a onyx black ring that glinted in the light. Underneath the dragon hide coat was a immaculate white shirt with a neatly done up tie. Black trousers and army dress boots completed the ensemble. Limicks grin widened as he saw that Harry was now cleanly shaven with a aristocratic goatee. His appearance would had radiated power even if his power wasn't tangible to everyone in the room. The glare he fixed the president clearly said he didn't care what position he held, in terms of magical power he was above everyone.

Limicks stood. "Mr President, Mr Malloney, Mrs Granger-Weasley, may I introduce to you Mr Harry Potter." He turned to Harry, "I was afraid you weren't going to show up."

"I'm sorry Fredricks, a matter of a personal nature revealed itself in direct correlation of the case. The matter urged me to make a few changes before I fully engaged myself." The dead tone in Harry's voice told Limicks that something was wrong.

"Harry?" A small voice came from the ICW representative.

Harry and Limicks turned to look at her. Harry gave her a sad smile. "Hello Hermione, it's been a while."

"Harry what's wrong?" Limicks asked.

Harry's face closed up as he tried to hide the sadness and rage that was threatening to consume him from within. "I received a list of victims from Europe and the UK."

"Oh no. Harry-"

"Why didn't anyone contact me?" he growled at Hermione. "Why did no one tell me that my daughter-in-law and unborn Grandchild were murdered and their corpse defiled by Dark Magic." His voice was low and dangerous. "I am here merely as a consideration to international relationships and professional courtesy to inform everyone here that I do not care what is decided here, I am perusing this case and when I find the responsible parties I will be delivering their cold and dead corpses to you."

"You ca-" the President started but stopped dead as Harry's deadly stare was levelled at him.

"I think," he said levelly, "That I can. By the Ancient laws of Magic set down by Merlin, Morgana and the court of Pendragon I declare a Blood feud against the responsible parties, yet to be identified for these murders. This allows me to continue and peruse any and all avenues of investigation available until I find the culprits. It allows me to violate any and all local, national and international laws until I fulfil the blood feud , then and only then will I answer to any and all crimes I have committed." He swallowed then continued. "At this time I swear on my life and magic that I will come quietly, submit myself to questioning under truth serum and surrender to any and all punishments that are decided at that time. This I swear as Lord Potter."

There was a flash of light. He glared around the room. "Before this meeting starts I will advise everyone that if you stand in my way I will not show mercy." He then gave a grim smile, pulled out a chair from the table they were sitting around. He sat down and leant back, putting his boots up on the table. "Shall we begin?"

A/N: I am not a linguist. I use Google Translator for other languages, spells and chants I apoloigise to anyone I offend with my ignorance of other languages and my laziness. Below is what I am trying to say in English and the language I originally used.

Et deduc quasi torrentem color magicae (Latin) – Colour the magic and flow like a river