Title: Harry Potter and the Rise of Voldemort
Rating: R
Summery: In the summer between his 4th and 5th year Harry has been busy getting ready for his next encounter with Voldemort. But will be the worlds savour or become its greatest villain. H/H
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 1: Summertime
It was a warm summer day. The noon sun was worm on Harry's face as he breathed deeply to smell the sweat sent on the air. The grass under him felt soft and yielding. Harry was sitting in the field leaning back on his arms.
But as lovely of a day as it was it was no distraction in comparison to the young woman who laid looking up at him with her head in his lap. Hermione was staring at him, the picture of loveliness. In here hand she fidgeted with a wild flower. Harry smiled as she sat up, facing him and they begin kissing; softly at first then slowly more deeply, passionately. So consumed by there longing for each other neither noticed the sudden change in weather.
The suns rays block by dark storm clouds appearing from no ware winds gusting blowing bitter cold, fowl air wiping at the two young lovers. They completely lost in each other even as an icy rain began to fall. It wasn't until he heard the binding spell being uttered by thin snake like voice did Harry realise what was going on.
Harry's body stiffened under the spell, throwing him on to his back. He laid there in a silent scream as Voldemort pointed his wand at Hermione and calmly uttered "Avada Kedavra"
Harry sat up in his bed screaming his hand instantly going to his forehead. His scar was not even worm, just clammy and drenched in sweat, like the rest of him. Knowing that it was not one of his special nightmare visions just one of the nightmares his mind conjured up for him. Harry looked at the door to his room. Once again he was glad he had put up silence words around. The last thing he wanted to do was have the Dursleys bursting into his room several times a night.
Sighing Harry picked up a book and quill sitting on a table and began writing his dream in the journal. I don't understand why Dumbledore wants me to write all my dreams in the book. Next thing I know he'll have me keeping a diary.
Having finished documenting his latest dream he got up and stretched noting it was still late, a little after 4:30 in the morning. Picking up his wand Harry waved it over his bed and mumbled "Redu Drea Hentom" sleepily. Before his eyes his dirty wet sheets straitened themselves out and became dry and clean. Harry smiled to himself. Strictly speaking he wasn't supposed to be doing magic away from school. But sense the Dementors turned on the ministry and let the Death eaters out he guest that they had more important things to do then check up on whether he is doing magic illegally.
Every night since his return from school he had nothing but nightmares. They did not fade in the waking hours like dreams usually do. They stayed there waiting to replay themselves at moments when he was not keeping himself occupied.
Harry thought about taking a sip from his dreamless sleeping potion and getting a few more hours sleep but decided against it. "What do I need more sleep for? I must have gotten a whole 4 hours." He whispered sarcastically to himself. He had found over the summer that he was only getting 2 to 4 hours a night. He was starting to get use to lack of sleep.
Feeling more awake now he walked over to the coat hung on the back of his door and began searching fore the inside pocket. From there he withdrew a set of keys on a ring. With his free hand he flicked on the over head lights. The room light up instantly.
He surveyed his little room with distain. He hated it, mostly because it was part of them. His aunt and uncle who took him in after his parents died. Returning to the task at hand he grabbed the jade green key and walked over to an old weathered trunk.
Unlocking the chest he lifted the lid. Inside the chest was a set of stairs leading down. Harry walked down the stairs which lead into a large square room. The room reminded of the dungeon he took potion lessons in back at school. The walls, floor and ceiling looked to be made of a grey fitted stone. There was a small sofa against a far wall and a long work bench running the length of the opposite wall. In one corner he kept some food and water, magically preserved. Some of the free wall had large black scorch marks where Harry had practiced casting spells at it.
Harry went to his work bench. There a potion lay lazily in his caldron. Harry knew not to disturb this little brew of his. He needed to let it stagnate to be effective and it had at least three more nights.
Satisfied that everything was in order he then climbed back up the stars and out of his trunk. Closing the lid Harry then found the silver key on the ring and inserted this into the lock on his trunk.
Giving the lock a quick turn of the key he lifted the lid again. This time the trunk was full of old musty books, all of them stack with there spine facing up. None of these books where for school. He had collected many of them during his frequent trips to Diagon alley over the summer.
A wide, warm smile stretched across his face. Hermione would be so shocked to know I snuck out of the house and to Diagon just to get books he thought as he traced an index finger over the spines looking for a particular tome.
Pushing Hermione from his thoughts he read the titles of the books.
A beginner's guide to Apparition
Deadly uses for everyday spells
Cultivating the dark power
Dark creatures and evil wizards
Then he grabbed the book he was looking for. Mastering the unforgivable curses and other dark magics it read. He then closed the trunk and walked over to his desk.
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Hermione couldn't sleep. She had found it difficult to sleep ever sense she got the letter from Harry. She considered reading the tear stained parchment again but thought Why bother I've read it so many times I have it memorized.
She had written many letters back to him and told him every little detail of her summer. But in each letter she had never told him what she really wanted to say.
Harry on the other hand had replied to very few of them. She could understand this. Her letters mostly rambled on page after page stating every mundane detail of her dull summer.
I don't want to think about this now. She rolled over and tried to get back to sleep
Tap. Tap. Tap
"What the hell was that" She glanced over at the window to see a great dirty brown owl hovering at her window. Attached to its leg was a small box and a note. Hermione knew instantly who it was from.
She thought about trying to roll over and just ignore it. But the bird, seeming to since this, began tapping again at the window.
Snorting in disgust she threw her covers off and went over to let the bird in. The bird flew into the room the bird seemed to make itself right at home.
Like master, like servant.
She removed the small parcel and letter from the bird. Opening the letter she cringed as she read it
My Beloved Hermione
I have received you last letter and realise that it is a commitment, a symbol of my love that you are after. Well my dear her it is I believe we should get married as soon as possible. I look forward to you're owl so that I may arrange for you to meet my parents and make plans for this happy event.
You love
Victor Krum
Opening the box there was a large, and gaudy diamond ring. Hermione didn't know weather to laugh or cry.
At the begging of summer she had written to him to tell him that she just wasn't interested in getting into a serious relationship and she hopped that they could remain friends.
He didn't take the news very well. He had written to her every few days. Some times trying to be very sweet sometimes it sounded like he was threatening her. This last letter was just insane. Hermione grabbed a quill and parchment.
Victor Krum
Please stop wighting me. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN PURSUING ANY KIND OF RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU. If I see you on the street I intend to walk the other way. Leave me alone.
Hermione Granger.
PS I am returning your ring.
Hermione then attached the note and the small ring box to the owl. The owl then turned to the open window and flew out.
Hermione reached for her diary. What a mess she made of every thing. She only went out with Victor to get her friend jealous enough to ask her out. It had worked but on the wrong friend. Ron had been crazy last year. She didn't think he would ever have liked her that way. She knew she didn't like him that way.
Glancing down at her new diary she said the words to release the magic clasp. "Harry Potter". A small click and the diary opened to were she had last written in it, the date and time magically appearing on the next page.
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Harry shivered slightly as an early morning wind ripped threw the window it was now 6:00 am and his eyes where starting to hurt. Deciding he had had enough studying for now he put the book, and another book he had been taking notes in, back into the trunk.
Stretching out he decided he should go for a run while the cool breeze was still around. Changing into his running clothes, one of many new outfits he bought himself, he headed out the door. The Dursleys were still snoring in there beds.
He loved his daily runs. It was one of the few times he could just be and not think. But today his mind kept coming back to his feelings for Hermione. He didn't want to think of her as anything but a friend. He didn't want a girlfriend especially her. If they got close he knew she would become a target of Voldimort. I couldn't live with myself if any thing happened to her.
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Short of breath Harry reached number four Privit drive. He was tired, sweaty and in no mood for the Dursleys, not that he really ever was. Looking down at his watch he saw it was nearly 9. His relations would be sitting down to breakfast now. He contemplated running into the town and grabbing a bite and possibly spending the day there but decided he could not afford the distraction, too much work to do. Steadying himself he opened the door and walked in hopping to sneak up the stairs leaving them none the wiser.
"Boy, is that you!" He heard his uncle below.
Harry swallowed hard. His wand in his pant pocket was a tempting option but instead walked into the kitchen. "Yes uncle" he said with a carefully measured amount of fear in his voice. He didn't really fear his uncle but things went a bit better for him if the Dursleys thought he did.
"Where have you been boy" his uncle demanded.
His aunt was sitting there with lips pursed. "Where did you get those clothes!" she asked accusingly.
Harry took a moment and then said "I woke up early" he started "so I went for a run." Harry say the aunt Petinue was waiting, rather impatiently for an answer to her question. "A friend gave them to me" he lied. She seemed satisfied with that.
"Well" said his uncle "you mideswell join us for breakfast". He was pointing to what was left of a grape fruit and a slice of dry toast.
Harry sat down quietly hopping to get this over with this as quickly as possible. Dudley however seemed to have other ideas.
"Next time you decide to go for a run you should wake me and we can go together. I am trying out for rugby this year" He exclaimed cheerfully
Harry was in as much shock as the Dursleys. Dudley didn't seem to pay them any notice. Dudley had lost a lot of weight over the last year. His strict diet did seem to be doing him some good.
But what was really bothering Harry was that every time they bumped into each other that summer, too often as far as Harry was concerned, Dudley had gone out of his way to be nice to him. It was creeping him out.
This is more disturbing then anything Voldemort has done to me he chuckled to himself but the joke was short lived in his mind as a flood of memories came barging into his mind.
"I am taking the bus into London today do you want to come with me" he asked hopefully.
Mr Dursley slammed his fork onto his plate. "Harry to your room" he yielded.
Harry gladly retreated to the safety of his room. As he closed his door he could here Dudley and his father arguing
"That was just weird" Harry murmured to himself as he walked over to his chest producing this time a green key and opening it up inside was a plate and glass. The plate had bacon, eggs, a short stack of pancakes and sausages. The glass was filled with orange juice.
Now this is a breakfast Harry grinned, sitting himself down at his desk. Harry's mind was racing. He should write to his friends he thought. He hadn't written to them for a few weeks, and that must have been a shocker of a letter. In it Harry finally told his friends what happened when he had been captured during the third trial of the wizards cup.
Still thinking of what his friends must have thought of that letter he heard a weak knock at his door. With out realising it he answered "come in"
The door opened to reveal Dudley on the other side. He slowly entered the room. His eyes fixated on Harry's desk. Harry followed his gaze to see his half eaten meal. Shit Harry scolded himself. Dudley closed the door behind him and tore his gaze away form desk.
"It's all settled dad is going to drop us off at the bus depot in an hour." He said timidly.
Now Harry was getting annoyed. He had so much research to do and the last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious time with his cousin. "I have a lot of homework to get done before school starts." He snapped. Any mention of his school was usually enough to send Dursley running in fear.
Instead of fear a look of rejection crossed Dudley face. Taking in a deep Dudley tentatively said "I need you too come, I want to talk to you alone. Please"
An hour later the two cousins where sitting on a bus heading to London.
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OK that is the first chapter. I'll be updating in less then 24 hrs. All 31 chapters have been plotted but I only have the first 7 written. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated but I am not a not review slut. This is the first thing I have written in almost 8 years so If I seem a bit rusty that is the reason.
I hope you enjoyed it.
TBC