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 2: Dudley's surprise
Ron was busy de Gnomeing the garden with Ginny. At least she was supposed to be helping him. She was currently sitting on a bench picking petals off of wild flowers humming a song.
"Don't break a sweat over there." Ron scolded
"Oh sorry did you need my help" Ginny replied with a sly grin. "I'll help you in a minute. First I have to go talk to mom. I think she wants to know where all her floo powder has been going to"
"NO, NO you look comfortable I don't need any help." Ron quickly said. She had been blackmailing him all summer since she caught him sneaking off to meet Lavender Brown.
Large sections of the garden had over grown over the last year and his Mom wanted it all cleaned up before the beginning of school. Ron Sighted. This was supposed to be His, Ginny and the twin's job. Of course the Fred and George had made themselves scares all summer and Ginny was enjoying her new found power over her brother leaving Ron with all the work. Not that he had done much of it.
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The long trip to London was spent with the two cousins sitting in an uncomfortable silence. When Harry tried to question Dudley on why he was dragging him along all he got as a response was "I have some one I want you to meet"
Harry had begun to believe that his cousin was under the Impuis curse but rejected that thought by casting a quick test spell he had learned over the summer. Dudley was clean at least he was as far as Harry could tell. It was the first time he tried that spell. At any rate, left with only the voices and memories in his head for company on the bus trip by the time they got off he was in a very dark mood. If he was walking into an ambush he would enjoy the fight. As always he had his wand with him. But to Harry's mild disappointment it was not a trap.
Now Dudley was leading him down old narrow side streets looking a little lost.
He occasionally stopped to staring at a crumpled piece of paper. Examining the paper as if it had the answers to all the questions he had ever wanted to ask but was written in Greek.
Just as Harry's annoyance was about to boil over into anger. Dudley looked up and said triumphantly "We're here"
Harry looked around in astonishment. "I know this place" he said his mouth slightly ajar in disbelief.
"I would be surprised if you didn't" Dudley said a stupid grin on his face.
They were standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron. In muted disbelief Harry allowed himself to be lead into the small pub. Harry felt out of place dressed like a muggle in this meeting place of witches and wizards. Well maybe no one will take notice of me if they think I'm a muggle.
"Harry good to see you lad" greeted the bar tender happily. "Off to get more books I'll wager."
So much for anonymity. Harry just smiled weekly back "Not today Tom" was all he replied. Every one in the room was looking at the young boy wizard. Giving them all a smile they slowly went back to there business. In these dark times wizards seemed more interested in there own affairs. Harry felt a tug at his sleeve.
Dudley was motioning him to go with him to a small table. There they joined a witch wearing dark green robs. "Harry Potter this is Alice Grate."
She lowered her hood and reviled a pretty girl about Harry's age she had strait dark hair and very pail skin. Harry didn't recognize her she can't be a student at Hogwarts.
Harry quickly found out that she studied at home with her grand mother who she lived with. Alice couldn't go to school because her grand mother was very ill and needed her to take care of her. Alice was a pleasant, cheerful girl who tended to ramble on. She and Dudley seemed to be very close.
So Dudley had himself a girlfriend and she is a witch. The irony was very funny to Harry. He was enjoying the two exchange glances and giggles.
"Harry look at what Alice taught me last week" Dudley produced a wand from a pocket inside his jacket pocket. He then waved the wand over the small candle at the centre of the table. The little red flame turned green momentarily then seemed to shake the unnatural colour off and return to a natural red orange glow.
Harry was amazed. He knew that any muggle could do simple magic and the little spell was about as simple as they came but usually it would take years for a non wizard like Dudley to master such a spell. Harry sat back in his seat. He wore a perplexed look on his face. Something wasn't right. Ok a lot of things weren't right Harry thought to himself. Harry had a habit of overlooking important small signs. He had been making a concerted effort to pick up on these small pieces of information. If he had been more observant last year at school he could of unmasked Barty Crouch and Cedric would still be alive.
Dudley just stared at Harry. He had expected some kind of response from his cousin, but Harry's eyes studding him as if he were some sort of previously unknown life form. Dudley felt a slight shiver and then turned to Alice who was staring at him with a hug grin and large loving eyes.
Now that either of them where looking at Harry he decided he had to investigate further. He sighed to himself. I hate this spell he thought to himself bitterly. "Vision be true" he whispered. The lenses of his specs shimmered a deep blue. Harry felt the pain of a massive headache coming on. He now observed the couple. Dudley clearly wasn't under the influence of any spells, nor did he appear to be some one else in disguise. But what Harry did seemed to explain why Dudley had picked up the simple spell so quickly but left Harry with an uneasy feeling and a new larger puzzle. Dudley was a wizard.
The magical energy around him was unmistakable. He clearly wasn't trained or extremely powerful, but the magic was there.
Harry realised that Dudley was talking to him. He removed his glasses glade to escape the pressure and returning them to a normal state. Cleaver little enchantments I placed on them the young wizard reflected.
"So how do you think I should introduce Alice to my parents?" Dudley asked.
Harry pondered this for a moment. It would be a laugh to see Dudley bring her home to diner with the Dursleys and introduce Alice. "Mom, Dad this Alice my witch girlfriend". The idea was more than a little tempting but Alice seemed like a nice girl and Harry didn't want to do that to her, maybe Dudley but not her.
Finally Harry spoke "I don't think you should. If you have to I would lie. They would not accept Alice or you dating her and you know that. They hate everything to do with magic."
"You don't see any way." Dudley said with a hint of the whine he use to use just before one of his many temper tantrums he had to get his own way when he was younger.
"I see no way in which they will ever except there son in a relationship with an witch." Harry said coldly.
Harry saw how this had hurt Dudley. It had been the truth and both boys knew it but Harry couldn't help but feel sympathy for the teen in love. That's funny, I feel sorry for Dudley the boy who tormented me most of my life. But what did he expect that I would pull some magic solution out of my hat.
Harry pondered this last thought for a minute. That is exactly what Dudley had hoped. I would use magic to make his situation better. Dudley was still looking at him. "Don't even think about it Dudley. I am not going to be putting any spells on your parents. This problem has to be worked out by the two of you."
Dudley looked disappointed, as Alice looked shocked. She understood what Dudley had wanted and why Harry wouldn't do such a thing. Changing a persons personality like that was very dark magic. Dudley doesn't know any better she thought and after a moment of uneasy silence they began to talk again.
It was almost 11:30 when Alice got up to go home. "No Dudley I really have to go I told Nana I'd be home almost an hour ago, she will be concerned."
Dudley got up and gave her a hug. The two gave each other a quick kiss and then reluctantly let go of each other.
"It was good to meet you Harry. I'll see you at the end school when I go to take my OWLS." She smiled politely.
"I'll see you then." Harry responded.
She then pulled her hood back up and walked over to the large fire place on the far side of the room. Taking out some floo powder she threw it into the large fire and then walked threw the magic portal.
Dudley never took his eyes off her. Even now that she was no longer there he stared at the last place he saw her. "Isn't she wonderful" he sighed
Harry looked at his love sick cousin. "We had better run or will miss our bus."
The two of them hurried to the bus station. Weaving threw the streets of London Dudley laboured hard to keep up with Harry. Although he lost a lot of weight and was trying to make his school rugby team he was in no way comparable to Harry.
A block away from the bus station they watched there bus go speeding past them.
"Shit … now … what … are … we … going … to … do." Dudley huffed.
"If you don't tell your parents I can get us home." Harry said calmly. He held out his wand to call for the knights bus
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It was late very late when the bus appeared just around the corner of number 4 Privit drive. The two cousins disembarked the knights bus. Almost as soon as they stepped onto the street, the bus disappeared. Harry thought it odd usually the driver at least said good bye.
The turned the corner onto Privit Drive. The full Moon Shone on the tidy little gardens and the well trimmed well watered lawns. The only thing strange that on this small perfectly normal street was the door of Dudley's house lay on the front lawn having been violently ripped from the house.
"Ha-Ha-Harry" Dudley stammered "What is that"
Harry followed Dudleys finger up to the Dark sigh floating up above the house. Harry instantly grabbed his wand. "Go hide, now" Harry hissed at him.
Dudley did as told only saying "Please save my parents."
That thought hadn't crossed Harry's mind, he realised he was only interested in the fight. He had been looking forward to getting a pound of flesh. Oh well he thought ether way he gets to the ends. He quietly and quickly hurried to the entrance of his personal summer prison.
Peaking around the corner Harry could see two death eaters standing over his cowering aunt. "Now stop protecting the boy. We can do worse that that!" the man pointed towards the ceiling. Floating helplessly on the ceiling, bloated to three times his normal size, was his uncle.
"And give you pain the likes of which you could not believe one could survive." The other death eater threatened.
Harry did not recognize either of there voices. It did not matter as Harry let his first spell fly. It hit the first man in the back with such force he was sent threw the wall. Harry could see threw new whole in the wall that the death eater lay in the hall beyond unmoving. I hope I killed him Harry thought bitterly as he dodged a red jet of energy shot at him from the other intruder.
The death eater smiled behind his mask. He had been captured before his masters down fall. It was James Potter who had caught him and now was his chance for revenge. The boy my have dodged my first spell but now he is off balance he thought.
"Demous Ten Blaska" He shouted.
A large black tentacle rose from the floor swinging wildly at Harry. Harry dodged the tentacle. He saw another spell sailing at him. Harry rolled out of the way but the spell nicked him on the arm. His sleeve had been peeled away by the spell a large bleeding cut was there. Harry, getting tired of being on the defensive sent a binding spell at the death eater. The spell hit its mark and the Death eater instantly froze. Unfortunately the tentacle also was able to hit him hard in the chin. Harry's head was spinning and he felt unconsciousness grabbing hold of him. No Harry thought I must stay in control.
The tentacle, having satisfied itself of a job well done evaporated. Harry was still shaking the cob webs out of his mind. He realized that he was now sitting on the floor, where was his wand his mind asked. The thought of being unarmed snapped Harry back to a stat of alertness.
Franticly he looked in his wand hand. "Shit" he exclaimed. He must have dropped his wand when he was hit. It laid about five feet away. He would have to dive for it.
"Shit indeed Mr. Potter" the voice of the death eater standing right above Harry, his wand pointing down at the prone boy. It was the death eater Harry had shot threw the wall, obviously he had not died. "I think this is the end for you. Avada Kedavra!" He exclaimed.
Harry say the green energy beginning to emanate from the wand. Everything was in slow motion. His mind was racing. Thoughts of the parents he never knew, everything he had learned, the built up hate and anger, the woman he loved and would never be able to tell. At this last thought a single tear formed in his eye.
The green ray never even extended more of an inch from the wand before it fizzled out. What happened Harry wondered? The death eater must have had the same question as he pointed the wand at his face as if expecting it to be clogged with something. This was the distraction Harry needed and his sharp mind and keen reflexes took over. He pulled his leg back and before the death eater knew what was going on Harry kicked out hard making contact with the man's knee.
A loud cracking noise was heard. Harry knew instantly he had broken the knee. The Death eater now laid on his side both hands grasping his injured knee, his wand no way to be seen. Harry pressed his attack, pouncing on his enemy. Harry let his fists fly. His hurt arm complained with every punch thrown but Harry's attack would not relent.
Suddenly he flew off the unconscious man. Although taken by surprise he managed to regain his balance and twist around in mid air. He landed in crouched position leaning forward on his good arm ready to leap at his new enemy.
He faced three new wizards the lead wizard still pointing his wand forward. He was a middle aged man warring blue-grey robes. His weathered face had a broad worm smile on it. "Mr. Potter, I'm Denis Mantis Auror with the ministry, these two are my trainees." He said reassuringly.
Half an hour later the damage to the house had been fixed and Uncle Vernon had been returned to his normal size. Dudley had been sent to his room and the two trainees had taken the Death Eaters back to the new prison.
Denis had made tea for the Dursleys in an attempt to calm them down. Aunt Patinua looked at it like it was poison and Uncle Vernon was shaking too badly to even think of drinking. Harry noticed the look of wide eyed fear in his uncles eyes. Harry had often used magic to intimidate the Dursleys (more accurately the threat of using magic) but he had never seen his uncle so scared.
Harry was examining his cut arm. Now bandaged in a magic field dressing the pain was starting to fade but his arm was still week. The Dark sign outside the house had disappeared. Harry knew it was still there, just covered up by an illusion.
The Auror kept glancing at the front door, which although magically repaired was left open. He was clearly not comfortable at consoling victims. There he looked at the door again Harry thought who is he expecting to …
Harry didn't get to finish asking himself the question. As in walked a tall, slender, elderly man warring red robes with gold trim. He had long white hair and an impossibly long white beard that was tucked neatly into his belt. The light of the room twinkled off of his crescent moon glasses.
"Aldus!" Harry exclaimed Happy to see his head master. Denis was also happy to see the old man
Dumbledore gave Harry a big smile and a friendly hug. Then screwed his face into that of a stern head master "That is Professor Dumbledore" he said, in a tone that could not hide his amusement. "Especially to the only student in the history of the school to turn down being made a prefect. No too late the honour has been passed on to another." he continued, the smile creeping back into his face.
Harry just looked away. He wanted to argue that he didn't deserve being made prefect. He hardly was a model student, sneaking out at all hours of the night. Stealing potion supplies from Professor Snape, Sneaking into the Slytherin common room, he wasn't even able to stop wormtail from killing Cedric Harry's hart told him he did not deserve it. "I didn't think I would have time." He said weekly.
Professor Dumbledore just smiled warmly at the boy. "Mr and Miss Dursley it is no longer safe for you to stay here. I have arranged for you all to go to a safe house. You will have to leave in an hour so I recommend you go and pack your personal things."
Uncle Vernon was still in shock. He just stared blankly at the abnormal man standing in his perfectly normal living room telling him he has to pack and leave his home.
Seeing the her husband wasn't going to do anything about this unacceptable situation aunt Petunia began "Now see here if you think we are leaving our home and traipsing off to who knows were just because you say so you are crazier than you look. If you want the boy take him. I never had any use for him or his kind."
"Petunia Evans I am proposing no more then saving your families life" Dumbledoor shot back. "The ministry of magic will not be able to protect you should you be attacked again. They will only be able to clean up the mess."
And with the headmasters words any fight left in the Dursleys had faded and they agreed to get ready to leave.
"Professor, why am I still alive?" Harry asked "I thought nothing could stop the killing curse."
"This is true but there are ways around every thing Harry. One of the protections I put on this house was a contingency spell. When ever the killing curse is cast a time travel spell is activated and every one in the room is sent 30 seconds into the future."
A little over an hour later the uncle Vernon was loading the last of there stuff onto the roof of his car. It was only a few more hours until the sun would start to rise.
"I would feel better if you where coming with us." Harry said to his head master. "I don't know if I can keep them all safe if we are attacked on the open road."
Dumbledore gave Harry a wide smile. Always thinking of others first he reflected. "I have taken some precautions Mr. Potter"
Satisfied Harry climbed into the car. Tired but he knew he dare not sleep.
"Now follow these instructions to the letter, no mater how peculiar they seem to you." Dumbledore instructed, handing Mr. Dursley a list on parchment.
A flushed nod was all he got in response.
Harry leaned forward to get a look at the instructions and smiled. They were going to the Weasleys.
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Well that was chapter 2 as promised and thank you to those of you who have read this my first fic here. A special thanks to those of you who took the time to leave a review. I am currently working on chapter 8 of 31 for this fic. I am also starting a plot outline for the sequel.
Promo ~ Thanks for the offer of help. As I have said I have the first 7 chapters written, they are each between 1500 and 4000 word. As soon as I am done editing them I will post them. Also I have also notice many stories that have started out well and turned to crap. I hope to avoid this in my own story. I have been working on this story on and off for about 2 months now and hope very much to be able to keep the quality up.
Dark Golo ~ I hope that was fast enough for you. I am glad you like it so far.