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.
I keep forgetting to make author's notes at the end. Oh, and thank you all very much for reviewing (cough cough only cough one person cough.) So the plot has thickened! When will Will find out Harry's secret? Read on to find out more.
Disclaimer: The usual. You know the drill. I don't own anything but the plot.
The next day Harry woke to find that he had slept in. It was 9:28. He normally got up at seven.
Hedwig was sitting in her cage, the reply to Harry's letter tied to her leg. He went to her and opened the letter from Ron.
Dear Harry,
Thanks for the letter. Have you written to Hermione yet? It's okay if you didn't because I did.
Anyway, mum said it was fine if we could all go to Diagon Alley at about noon on the third of August. Is that okay with you? Send your reply pronto. And Happy Birthday. Sorry my present was late, but Pig was already gone, and mum wouldn't let me use Errol. See you soon!
Ron
Attached to the letter was a package about the size of a shoebox. Inside it was a miniature model of a quidditch field. Three hoops were placed on either end. ON the ground, fourteen miniature quidditch players stood, each about the size of Harry's thumbnail. One team was wearing orange and the other green.
Harry gasped in admiration. Where did Ron get this? Attached was a note.
I got this at a Cannons game two weeks ago. It was the last one they had. They were nearly giving it away. I knew you would like it. You tap the field with your wand and they play a game.
Harry grabbed his wand from the corner of his desk and, miraculously the players began to move. He could see a tiny snitch appear. He hoped it wouldn't go too far. It would be impossible to see.
He needn't have worried. The snitch seemed to meet invisible walls every time it went near the edge of the field. Harry could also make out two tiny bludgers. He watched a miniature Beater in orange hit it with its club. Just then, a Chaser, also in orange, scored.
Harry watched the miniature quidditch game for another fifteen minutes, before the Seeker on the orange team, which he guessed to be the Cannons, caught the Snitch. This was the best present Ron had ever given him.
Just then, Uncle Vernon called from outside the door. It seemed that the family had just woken up. "Where are you boy? You need to make breakfast!"
Harry sighed, put the miniature quidditch game away and called, "Coming." It was going to be another boring day. But that was before he remembered that Will was coming.
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Unnoticed by Harry, Will had watched the whole proceedings from outside of Harry's window. It seemed as if it was some kind of miniature sport. And what was that long stick he had used? Will could feel some kind of power coming from it, but it was not like anything he knew. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought it was a magic wand. Another thing to be added to the list of strange things about Harry.
'But there's no such thing as a magic wand, is there? How can there be? Oh, I wish Merriman was here to tell me what to do! But seeing as he's not, I guess that I'll just have to find out myself. I'll tail him everywhere he goes from now on. I have to.'
Will crept up to the kitchen window, and an unbelievable sight met his eyes. An enormously fat pig with blond hair was sitting at a table with Harry, the Petunia, and another man who was very beefy, had no neck, and a fat mustache. The pig like person was so large he took up an entire side of the kitchen table. Will realized that this must be the cousin that Harry had talked about, Dudley. He nearly burst out laughing before remembering that he was hidden.
Dudley was eating an enormous amount of food, as well as his eyes being glued to a television in the corner. Harry was being ignored, until Harry coughed. All three people jumped, and Dudley let out a small squeak of fright. Will held back a snort.
"Umm… Uncle Vernon?"
The beefy man with the mustache grunted.
Umm… I need to get my school things on the third. Do you think you could take me to London then? I'll use my own money," he added hastily.
Another grunt. Will supposed that that meant yes. He wondered what school Harry went to. He decided he would ask later that day. And why did his uncle seem so reluctant to get him his school things? Though from what he had seen, Harry's family seemed reluctant to give him anything.
A loud scrape of a chair broke the silence. Harry had stood up and was making for the door.
"Just where do you think you're going, boy?"
"Outside."
"No you're not. First you have to wash the dishes."
"But…"
"Now."
Will saw Harry walk over to the sink. He had to act no, before he went upstairs. He walked around the side of the house until he was just under Harry's window. Then he floated up and through the still open window.
Will looked around outside. No one had seen him. Only then did he look around the room. The first thing he saw was that miniature model of some kind of sport. Will walked over to it. It had three hoops on either end, each on different levels. On the ground stood fourteen miniature people holding…broomsticks? Were these strange brooms used for flying?
Will glanced at the desk on the other side of the room. There was that broom, with the word Firebolt on it. Did it have any significance?
Next to the miniature playing field was a letter. It said
Dear Harry,
Thanks for the letter. Have you written to Hermione yet? It's okay if you didn't because I did.
Anyway, mum said it was fine if we could all go to Diagon Alley (Diagon Alley?) at about noon on the third of August. Is that okay with you? Send your reply pronto. And Happy Birthday. Sorry my present was late, but Pig was already gone, and mum wouldn't let me use Errol. (Pig? Errol?) See you soon!
Ron
'Who are Hermione and Ron? Apparently they are Harry's friends, most likely from school. But what was he talking about when he said he was using Pig or Errol? This is very weird.'
Will looked around the room. As well as the Firebolt on the desk, there were lots of books lying around. He picked up one. The title was: A History of Magic. Will stared at it in shock. Magic? Was this kid some kind of magician or something?
He opened up the book. A small piece of paper fluttered out. Will picked it up. It looked like it was another letter.
I got this at a Cannons game two weeks ago. It was the last one they had. They were nearly giving it away. Only cost two Galleons. I knew you would like it. You tap the field with your wand and they play a game.
Will assumed it went with the miniature game he had seen. But a new flood of questions had burst into his head. 'What were the Cannons? Galleons?' But the most important was: 'I was right about being a magic wand. Who is Harry?'
Will opened the book titled A History of Magic to a random page.
"Wizards throughout the centuries…"
Will didn't read any more. He had found out Harry's secret.
Harry Potter was a wizard.