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Title: Dark Order Rising
Author: ARaZhi
Teaser: The summer following a tumultous fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter finds himself having nightmares. Soon the nightmares changed and he is trapped in a dream world where everything and everyone he wished for has come true...
Meanwhile, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are tasked to contact the old crowd, the Order of Phoenix, in a desperate attempt to prevent the rise of the Dark Order. But dangers lurk in every turn and Sirius finds himself on the run both from the Ministry and Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters.
Dumbledore send envoys to the giants with the hopes of convincing them to join against Voldemort. The Dark Order is rising and the Ministry refuses to believe Voldemort's return.
However, the greatest fear of the one who had lived in the future is not Voldemort but Voldemort's second-in-command. She alone holds the power to call upon the Dark Order established nearly two decades ago and scattered throughout the world. And Lord Voldemort will do everything in his power to get her back.
Chapter 1: Time Traveler
December 2015. Hogwarts.
"Hermione," called Remus Lupin's hoarse voice, "the portal's ready. Where's Harry?"
"He's outside getting ready. I'll go get him," Hermione replied. She quickly stepped out of the dark dungeon and made her way to her son's room.
She knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Harry, dear, your godfather have prepared the portal. Are you ready to go?"
Harry Alexander Weasley, nearly a head taller than his mother in his fifteen years, quickly put on his robes. "I'm ready, mum."
Hermione took her son's face in her hands. His slightly long Weasley red hair was falling on his face, she gently pushed them away so she could gaze into his eyes. "It's not too late to change your mind about this."
"No, mum. I'm going and that's final," his voice was firm but she could see in his eyes the fear that he was trying to hide. "Everything will be fine, mum, I promise." Harry gave her a hug.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, dear," Hermione whispered back, hugging her son tightly.
~*~
Remus gazed silently at the painting hanging lopsidedly on the wall. It was enchanted to mirror the sky outside. It was a cloudy and windy night. The clouds shifted giving him a clear view of the full moon. How long ago did his last transformation occur? It seems like it was only yesterday when he was drinking that dreadful Wolfsbane potion and trying not to think of the pains his body would undergo as he transform.
Three years ago, he and Hermione were successful in creating a cure for lycanthrope. After all these years, the wolf finally left him but it had cost him nearly half of his powers. For almost a year, he couldn't perform even the simplest spells without passing out.
He had thought of giving up. Of going to a suicidal mission. Taking his life and, if he's lucky, taking some of the enemy along with him. They have enough problems in their hands, he didn't want to burden his friends with caring for him. Especially not Hermione. The lost of her husband, Ron, towards the dark side when their son was only six years old, was still haunting her.
But Hermione wasn't his most brilliant student for nothing. She knew what he was feeling and did everything she can to make him change his mind. They both know that she couldn't do this on her own. He was needed here. Here in the castle. He may not be useful in a fight, but he still has his mind and more years of experience than most of the fighters that they have left.
The door was pushed open, interrupting Remus' thoughts. He turned his hover chair to face Hermione and Harry. He had been confined to this forsaken chair for almost two years. He was in Hogsmead when Ron and his minions attacked. Ron was the one who sent the blast towards him, powerful enough to kill him, had Harry not arrived in time to push him out of the way. However, the blast caught his legs and blown them off his body. He had opened his eyes and saw Harry's eyes burning with hatred towards his father.
Remus forced his mind to focus on the matter at hand. "Harry, this crystal will allow you to time travel."
"Yes, sir," Harry took the crystal from Remus. His eyes held the same haunted look that his namesake, Harry Potter, had before he had died in his sixth year at Hogwarts.
Silence settled over the trio. There was so much to be said, yet so little time.
"I should go..." Harry said, quietly, his voice quavering slightly.
"Take good care of yourself," Remus said as Harry gave him and Hermione a hug.
"I will."
Harry transformed into his Animagus form. A streak of red went by Remus towards the portal. The portal closed behind his godson giving him clear view of a ghost, not pearly-white like the usual ghosts, but black and smoking.
~*~
Hermione stood by Remus' side, her eyes also drawn towards the ghost of the woman who had successfully destroyed all their lives.
"It wasn't her, Hermione," Remus reminded her gently.
"I still find it hard to separate her from the vampire that shared her body, Professor."
"I know, but we must try. What happened wasn't her choice. Just as it wasn't Ron's choice to join the dark side."
Hermione nodded and blinked back her tears. "You believe it's wise to send Harry back to try and change the future? You believe it's safe? You trust that he will go back to the correct time and location even though we cannot find proof that the spells we invoked worked before?"
"We must do what we can. I promised Dumbledore before he died that we will do our best to save this world. If it means changing the past then so be it. Nothing could possibly be worse than the future we have now, Hermione. In a few more years, this world might no longer have any future left."
"What about my son?" Hermione asked in a choked voice.
Harry. Harry Weasley. Harry Potter. If Harry Potter had been alive would she have married Ron? What if she had married Harry Potter instead? She had always admired him... Then it would mean she never gave birth to her son... The son she loved more than life itself.
"What about my son?" she repeated softly but Remus had no answer.
~*~
March 1982. Azkaban.
Even in his Animagus form, Harry Weasley could feel the draining effects of the dementors surrounding the area. He quickly set out for the secret passageway towards the prisoners' cells that will prevent him from passing any of the wizards guarding the prison.
He made his way towards the upper floors of the prison where they kept the high security prisoners.
Here at the topmost floor, there are two dementors guarding every cell. A purr of disgust escaped his lips. An image of him blasting all the prisoners, currently muttering insanely to themselves, appeared in his mind. Azkaban was broken into before he was born and most of the wizards in this floor are part of the group that wreaked havoc across Asia, Europe, and America before they were stopped by his uncles, aunt, and their friends. Only his Aunt Ginny and Uncle Fred survived. His Uncle died in Azkaban during his attempt to escape with his sister. Ginny escaped but died five months later. She was seven months pregnant with Draco Malfoy's child. Draco never knew, of course, he was off somewhere playing spy taking over spying duties after his mentor Severus Snape died. Draco, himself, had killed Snape while under the Imperius curse.
"Lily! No!!! You can't be dead! JAMESSS!!! God... James, please... please wake up..." Sirius Black's terrified pleading broke through Harry thoughts and he quickly ran short stretch of concrete toward Sirius' cell.
Harry barely recognized the man he had traveled 33 years to save. His dark hair was almost shoulder length, matted and dirty. His robes seems too big for him. His skin white, a strong contrast to the tanned young man he had seen in the pictures Remus had shown him.
Sirius was sitting in a corner of the cell, shaking and sobbing.
"James... You've got to come back, James. You promised Harry we'd teach him how to play Quidditch..."
"Lily... Lily..." Sirius' body shook. "I promise never to make fun of your cooking again, Lily. Just come back... come back... please..."
"REMUS!" Sirius' anguished shout sent a shiver down his spine.
"It wasn't me, Remus... please... I have to talk to Remus.. talk to Dumbledore... I'm innocent. It wasn't me... Moony... so sorry..."
Sirius rubbed his arms, pushing up his sleeves in the process and revealing numerous deep, red gashes and cuts.
He tried to kill himself! Harry had thought that discovering this wouldn't surprise him but it did. Many in Azkaban had tried to commit suicide.
Sirius blamed himself for the death of his best friend and his wife. Everybody blamed Sirius. Even Remus blamed Sirius. Bartemius Crouch, Sr., then Head of Magical Law Enforcement, never gave him the chance to prove his innocence in a trial.
Sirius named was finally cleared in 1997, fifteen years after his death. It devastated a world already in chaos. The magical community have sentenced an innocent man and sent him to his death without bothering to hear his side of the story.
Peter Pettigrew's body was found in Godric's Hollow, in the empty lot where the Potter's house once stood, three days after Harry Potter's death. He had stabbed himself in the heart and left a letter apologizing for the death of James, Lily, and Harry. Apologizing for framing Sirius.
Sirius' eyes were still shut, luckily, because Remus had specifically told Harry not to let Sirius see him.
Sirius threw back his head and let out a pained howl. There were deep cuts on his neck as well. It was still bloody and looked quite fresh. Harry's eyes fell on a sharp jagged and bloody rock beside Sirius. A soft hiss escaped his lips. He darted forward, still in his Animagus form, and as quietly as possible, moved the rock away from the still sobbing young man.
He returned to Sirius' side and ripped off the small bottle hanging on his neck. The sound of breaking glass was barely heard amidst the screaming and howling of the other prisoners.
Blue fumes rose from the colorless contents of the broken bottle.
Harry watched silently as a peaceful expression overrode the pain on Sirius face. Sirius had fallen asleep.
Stage one of his mission is complete. Now he have to get himself away from this hellish place before he can communicate with Sirius through his dreams.
~*~
Shaking with cold, Harry shook himself off and watched as the gigantic octopus, which had deposited him to the shore, swam back to the island of Azkaban. He looked up to the dark sky and wondered when his Uncle Charlie was in this time. Harry was good with animals, just like his uncle.
He quickly ran off in search of a warm and comfortable place. Upon finding one, he transformed back to his human form, cast a charm to dry himself off and created a small fire for warmth. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and in moments, found himself in a cool, grassy area, much like the fields at Hogwarts, face to face with a confused Sirius Black.
~*~
Sirius looked at the redhead that apparated in front of him with intense suspicion. The boy seemed about five or six year younger than he was. If he didn't know better, he'd have said the boy was a Weasley, but that's impossible because the only remaining Weasleys is Arthur Weasley and his family. But Arthur is older than him and none of his kids are as old as the boy standing in front of him.
Besides, this was his dream. What was this boy doing in his dream? Lately his dreams consisted only of the same people: James, Lily, James yelling at him, Harry, James blaming him, Remus, James dead, Pettigrew... the traitorous rat...
"Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded, his hand automatically groping for his wand.
"I'm Alex," the boy replied. "Please, take a seat."
Sirius looked around him, comfortable looking chairs had appeared behind him and Alex.
"No, thanks," he replied, cold and wary.
"I mean you no harm."
"Right," Sirius replied sarcastically. "From the moment I set foot in Azkaban I've had nothing but nightmares. You claim this time will be different? I think not."
"Suit yourself." Alex sat down, closed his eyes and tipped his face up towards the sunlight.
"Where are we?"
"In my mind."
"YOUR MIND?!"
"Yes," Alex looked up at him. "This is the fields of Hogwarts as I remember it when I was a little boy."
"WHAT AM I DOING IN YOUR MIND?!"
"You're here so that I can tell you not to escape from Azkaban..."
"Escape from Azkaban?!" Sirius laughed. "Didn't anyone ever told you that no one have escaped from Azkaban? It's impossible!"
"No, it's not. You've done it."
"I've--" Sirius shook his head, "Rubbish. Is this dream a sign that I'm going insane?"
"You are not going insane. And this isn't entirely a dream..."
"Oh, yeah?" Sirius interrupted and pinched himself. "Ow!"
"I told you so," Alex smirked.
Sirius gritted his teeth and ran a hand on his surprisingly short and clean hair. "Alright. If I can escape Azkaban, why shouldn't I?"
"Because it's not yet time..."
Sirius interrupted, again, "When should I escape then?"
"When you've seen a sign---"
"What sign?!" Sirius demanded impatienty.
"You will know. When the powers of darkness are coming together again that will be the time...
"Harry---"
"What?"
"Harry Potter. My godson. Where is he?"
Alex looked at him, and for a moment Sirius thought he was looking at someone decades older than he.
The fields surrounding them changed... The world seem to tilt and swirl before Sirius found himself standing at a graveyard.
"This is the Hogwarts I knew before I left," Alex said, quietly.
Sirius shook his head, "This can't be Hogwarts! This is a graveyard!" The leapt towards Alex and grabbed the boy. "This isn't funny, boy!"
Alex pushed him off, "I'm not trying to be funny! I'm trying to show you what my future is like! What the future is like for all of us! In my time 33 years into the future Hogwarts is the only safe place! Voldemort have fallen but someone worse... much worse have taken over. My godfather reckons she left Hogwarts alone out of pity or perhaps she found our attempts to overthrow her amusing!"
Sirius can only stare at Alex, shocked with the desperation in the boy's voice and expression.
"The Hogwarts grounds became a graveyard for a lot of wizards and witches. Look around you."
Sirius did as he was told. A cold chill spread from his heart to his whole body. Nearly everyone he knew from his days at Hogwarts and those whose names his friends have mentioned to him was there.
Minerva McGonagall, 1999. Rubeus Hagrid, 2003. Charlie Weasley, 2004. Arthur Weasley, 2004. Albus Dumbledore, 2009. Alastor Moody, 2008. Severus Snape, 2012.
Sirius' head was beginning to pound painfully and everything around him started spinning. He looked down and found the answer to his question: Harry Potter, 1997.
Swallowing back the acid that was fighting its way out of his stomach, he wretched his eyes away from the gravestone of the boy he had sworn to protect and found himself looking at: Sirius Black, 1982.
Sirius stumbled several steps back, fell down his knees and threw up.
"How---?" Sirius managed to gasp out.
"You escaped Azkaban in April 16, 1982. You were able to leave the island. But you were too weak. You drowned while swimming back to shore... When bodies were buried here, Remus decided to put gravestones for you and Harry..." Alex's voice trailed off.
A hand gripped Sirius' shoulder tightly. "You mustn't give up. You're innocent! Hold on to that thought and you will be able to hold on to your sanity and your powers! The truth will find it's way out somehow, Sirius. Don't give up. Don't lose hope. Think of Harry. Harry needs you."
"No," Sirius rasped. "It's because of me that---"
"No it's not! It wasn't your fault! It was Peter's! Mum told me all about Harry. I was named after him, you see. He was my mum's best friend. She told me that Harry once told her it would be nice if he could have a parent figure in his life. Someone besides..." Alex's voice trailed off.
"Besides?"
"I can't tell you. I told you too much already."
"I still don't know enough!"
Alex took in a deep, shaky breath.
"By now the essence of the potion I brought to your cell would have done their bit. The dementors' effects on you will lessen. For how long its effect will last is uncertain but it will definitely be more or less ten years. You can make it's effect last longer by focusing on yourself. On your innocence. Don't dwell too much on happy and dark thoughts. If the dementors are too much... just transform to your Animagus form. It'll help."
"How do you know about that?" Sirius demanded.
"Remus Lupin told me. He's my godfather."
"Remus..." a pained expression crossed Sirius' face. "How is he?"
"He's alright. He's leading us in the fight against Anya."
"Anya?"
"She leads the Dark Order," Alex's voice became hard and bitter. "There are few places in the world which is not under their control. In the future, the Muggles already knew about us. They tried to fight. But no weapon could stop them..."
"The muggles know..." Sirius whispered, still in shock.
"Yeah. Some even joined her," Alex laughed harshly. "It's the most logical thing to do in our time. Join the Dark Order or die."
"But you're alive?"
"I've wished for death on several occasions."
"If you are from the future..."
"I am from the future."
"Then why not go back and save James and Lily? Prevent me from suggesting that rat to be Secret-Keeper?"
"We've risked enough changing the future by trying to save you. We'll be risking far too much by going back to save James and Lily."
"But---"
"We can't Sirius! Remus planned this whole thing. He wanted to save James and Lily as much as you do but it's just not possible because if we save them then we'll be saving Voldemort from Harry as well! We were able to find weaknesses in Voldemort after Harry defeated him. We can't risk that."
Sirius opened his mouth for another suggestion but Alex seems to have read his thoughts.
"I can't go back far enough to prevent Riddle into becoming Voldemort."
Alex sat down in front of Sirius and looked him in the eye. "Voldemort isn't the problem, Sirius, it's Anya."
"What can I do? I've never even heard of her!"
"I don't know---"
"You don't know?! Good grief! You traveled 33 years into the past to ask me to help you but you don't know how I can help?!"
"We we're successful in saving her ghost---"
"Her ghost?"
This was certainly one heck of a twisted nightmare. Perhaps he was losing his mind.
"Well it's really complicated and my time is running out," Alex began to speak in rushed tones. "When we've finally revived her ghost, she was conscious long enough to say these exact words: Got to restore me in my body. Only Sirius Black can."
Sirius stared. "How?"
"I don't know."
"How can she help you? Why do you want to restore her to her body? None of this is making sense!"
Alex's words were drowning. Everything was spinning again.
"Alex! ALEX! Tell me! I need to know more! ALEX!"
Sirius felt like he was traveling by portkey at top speed.
With a painful gasp, he woke up. He coughed out his own blood.
He looked at the darkness around him and shivered. Outside his cell, two dementors stood. He could hear them breathing in... sucking in the happiness, whatever's left of it, from the prisoners.
What a bizarre dream he had. Still, it was a welcome relief from the nightmares.
The dementor outside his door turned to face him. Sirius wrapped his arms tightly around himself. He waited for the usual coldness to seep into his being but it didn't come.
His leg brushed against something sharp. He looked down and saw the shattered remains of a small bottle. It was still smoking faintly. Blue fumes.
In his mind's eye he could still clearly picture Alex. He could Alex's words as though Alex was in the same room: "By now the essence of the potion I brought to your cell would have done their bit. The dementors' effects on you will lessen. For how long its effect will last is uncertain but it will definitely be more or less ten years. You can make it's effect last longer by focusing on yourself. On your innocence. Don't dwell too much on happy and dark thoughts. If the dementors are too much... just transform to your Animagus form. It'll help."
It wasn't a dream after all.
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author's notes: that's it for part one. this is my first Harry Potter fic. I hope you'll like it. Reviews (constructive criticisms, suggestions, and comments) will be greatly appreciated :)