Title: Harry Potter - Dark Force Rising
Author: Master
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note from Author: Yikes, i havnt updated in so long, mainly its cause now days i spend my time either working, at TAFE or busy in the TIECorps. ( - Look for LC Master PIN 6252)
Plus i know here i want to go with this fic but i dont know how to get there so if it does go a little slow and the writing is a little bad its cause im not sure about these chapters until at least Harry gets back to Hogwarts which should be in two chapters or so, next one is Diagon alley where he gets to use some of his spells from that book he got.
Please Review, i need more than 3 :P
~Chapter Three~
A gift, no matter how evil, is still a gift
Over the next week, Harry found life going fairly quickly, amongst the Quiddich he played with several of the Weasley's in the small field not to far from the house, several de-gnomeing that Ron and the twins got punished with, and reading over his mysterious gift, life was great, he was extremely happy.
However no matter how happy anyone may be, darkness can always find a way to return, even in the brightest of days, a shadow can remain.
Harry found himself waking up more and more at night. While his scar did not hurt, his past certainly did.
And it was always so vivid and worse than what had actually happened.
~*~
The headstones were bathed in a red glow, which was from the blood red moon, a sign of things to come.
All was silent.
"Wants out, d'you reckon"
Kill the Spare…
Kill the Spare…
Kill the Spare…
Kill the Spare…
Avada…………Kedavra
Cedric fell to the ground, and in an instant the image changed, nothing but graves, and a large fire only about a hundred meters off.
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
Cedric stared at Harry through dead eyes, his skin a ghostly white.
No…… I……
"Its your fault, you killed me Potter"
No……. I did everything I could
"Really, what about them"? Cedric point around him, and within an instant he was joined with many more, perhaps a hundred.
Harry scanned the faces with shock; fear overcame him, pain, regret, and remorse.
Harry tried to get away, moving backwards he tripped. Looking up he saw a dead Ron, covered in blood, burns, gashes, and bruises.
"The Great Harry Potter, couldn't even save his friends"
No……
Harry ran towards the fire, trying to escape, but he was only grabbed by dark hands and tied to a headstone.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken - you will resurrect your foe".
Harry forced his way out of his bonds, not wanting to see this once again
Running as fast as possible, he passed the dead faces, people he knew, cared about, Lee, Katie, Angelina, Neville, Alicia, Colin, Seamus, Lavender, Dean, various other Gryffindors, even some that he got along with from other houses.
He bumped into some, slamming to the ground
Harry looked up, to see Ginny, as beautiful as ever, and strangely she was the only one who didn't appear dead, or hurt in any way.
"Ginny please, help me, I need to get out of here"
Harry grabbed her and hugged her, closing his eyes, hoping that it would all end.
"Of course Harry, ill help you, soon you will be with your Mudblood mother"
Harry instantly let her go, and in front of his very eyes, she laughed, a cruel and dark laugh that he recognized instantly.
Ginny seemed to morph, and in an instant, someone he knew far too well was standing in her place.
Voldemort…..
"I will destroy you Harry Potter, kill all those you love, cherish, and care about"
No…you cant….
Voldemort laughed, "Oh I can, and I will, you will beg for death".
Several voices could be heard,
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
Volemort just laughed.
Harry turned, trying to escape. Instead he saw something that destroyed what was left in his heart……Ginny, lying naked, broken, bruised and bleeding with the Dark Lord standing over her, her blood all over him, smiling, taking pride in causing Harry pain.
Please….Make It Stop
Please….
PLEASE!!!!!!!
~*~
Harry would normally scream when he awake from such nightmares, luckily before each night he took the precaution in setting a Silencing charm around his bed, hoping that he wouldn't wake Ron up, even though Ron was quite aware that Harry was waking up almost every night.
Normally Harry would ignore the urge to go back to sleep, and instead rise heading down stairs hoping to clear his head, a few times he ran in Ginny, she also seemed upset, and they comforted each other.
The Burrow
27th August
Harry slowly walked down the stairs, he had just awoken from another nightmare, they were becoming more frequent and he was worried, however soon enough he would be back at Hogwarts, and he was hoping that the huge castle would protect him, at least a little.
Harry reached the small living room, and he sat down onto the couch, dwelling on the thoughts of darkness, and the evil that Voldemort had subjected him to in his nightmare. Even though he put on a brave face for the others, especially Ginny, he did blame himself for Cedric's death, and the others that had died since the Dark One's return.
However no matter how much guilt he felt he knew he wasn't skilled enough to defeat Voldemort just yet, especially after what happened last year in his duel. Harry had spent as much time as he could studying the Dark Arts book he had been given, thankfully he could use much of its information for the assignments he had been given, potions especially. He could wait to see the look on the slimy gits Snape's face when he saw the potion he had chosen to do his assignment on, Ra's Draught, an ancient and complex potion. It hadn't been used in thousands of years, since the days of Pharaohs and God's of Egypt.
The Dark Arts book not only taught the Darkest Spells in existence but the ways to combat them, and due to the physical labour he had been subjected to at the Dursley's during his stay he had developed quite a bit of physical strength. Voldemort would be in for a fight when they finally fought, and he would make him pay for what he had done, for the lives of hundreds before his fall and the many that had followed and not to mention those who have had their lives affected in the worst possible ways.
The Weasley's & Harry were supposed to go to Diagon Alley in the morning, to meet Hermione (which Ron was quite pleased about which greatly amused Harry).
Lying back on the sofa thinking about all that had happened and all that would possibly come to pass, Harry was asleep within moments.
Author: Master
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note from Author: Yikes, i havnt updated in so long, mainly its cause now days i spend my time either working, at TAFE or busy in the TIECorps. ( - Look for LC Master PIN 6252)
Plus i know here i want to go with this fic but i dont know how to get there so if it does go a little slow and the writing is a little bad its cause im not sure about these chapters until at least Harry gets back to Hogwarts which should be in two chapters or so, next one is Diagon alley where he gets to use some of his spells from that book he got.
Please Review, i need more than 3 :P
Over the next week, Harry found life going fairly quickly, amongst the Quiddich he played with several of the Weasley's in the small field not to far from the house, several de-gnomeing that Ron and the twins got punished with, and reading over his mysterious gift, life was great, he was extremely happy.
However no matter how happy anyone may be, darkness can always find a way to return, even in the brightest of days, a shadow can remain.
Harry found himself waking up more and more at night. While his scar did not hurt, his past certainly did.
And it was always so vivid and worse than what had actually happened.
The headstones were bathed in a red glow, which was from the blood red moon, a sign of things to come.
All was silent.
"Wants out, d'you reckon"
Kill the Spare…
Kill the Spare…
Kill the Spare…
Kill the Spare…
Avada…………Kedavra
Cedric fell to the ground, and in an instant the image changed, nothing but graves, and a large fire only about a hundred meters off.
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
"You killed me"
Cedric stared at Harry through dead eyes, his skin a ghostly white.
No…… I……
"Its your fault, you killed me Potter"
No……. I did everything I could
"Really, what about them"? Cedric point around him, and within an instant he was joined with many more, perhaps a hundred.
Harry scanned the faces with shock; fear overcame him, pain, regret, and remorse.
Harry tried to get away, moving backwards he tripped. Looking up he saw a dead Ron, covered in blood, burns, gashes, and bruises.
"The Great Harry Potter, couldn't even save his friends"
No……
Harry ran towards the fire, trying to escape, but he was only grabbed by dark hands and tied to a headstone.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken - you will resurrect your foe".
Harry forced his way out of his bonds, not wanting to see this once again
Running as fast as possible, he passed the dead faces, people he knew, cared about, Lee, Katie, Angelina, Neville, Alicia, Colin, Seamus, Lavender, Dean, various other Gryffindors, even some that he got along with from other houses.
He bumped into some, slamming to the ground
Harry looked up, to see Ginny, as beautiful as ever, and strangely she was the only one who didn't appear dead, or hurt in any way.
"Ginny please, help me, I need to get out of here"
Harry grabbed her and hugged her, closing his eyes, hoping that it would all end.
"Of course Harry, ill help you, soon you will be with your Mudblood mother"
Harry instantly let her go, and in front of his very eyes, she laughed, a cruel and dark laugh that he recognized instantly.
Ginny seemed to morph, and in an instant, someone he knew far too well was standing in her place.
Voldemort…..
"I will destroy you Harry Potter, kill all those you love, cherish, and care about"
No…you cant….
Voldemort laughed, "Oh I can, and I will, you will beg for death".
Several voices could be heard,
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
"You killed us"
Volemort just laughed.
Harry turned, trying to escape. Instead he saw something that destroyed what was left in his heart……Ginny, lying naked, broken, bruised and bleeding with the Dark Lord standing over her, her blood all over him, smiling, taking pride in causing Harry pain.
Please….Make It Stop
Please….
PLEASE!!!!!!!
Harry would normally scream when he awake from such nightmares, luckily before each night he took the precaution in setting a Silencing charm around his bed, hoping that he wouldn't wake Ron up, even though Ron was quite aware that Harry was waking up almost every night.
Normally Harry would ignore the urge to go back to sleep, and instead rise heading down stairs hoping to clear his head, a few times he ran in Ginny, she also seemed upset, and they comforted each other.
The Burrow
27th August
Harry slowly walked down the stairs, he had just awoken from another nightmare, they were becoming more frequent and he was worried, however soon enough he would be back at Hogwarts, and he was hoping that the huge castle would protect him, at least a little.
Harry reached the small living room, and he sat down onto the couch, dwelling on the thoughts of darkness, and the evil that Voldemort had subjected him to in his nightmare. Even though he put on a brave face for the others, especially Ginny, he did blame himself for Cedric's death, and the others that had died since the Dark One's return.
However no matter how much guilt he felt he knew he wasn't skilled enough to defeat Voldemort just yet, especially after what happened last year in his duel. Harry had spent as much time as he could studying the Dark Arts book he had been given, thankfully he could use much of its information for the assignments he had been given, potions especially. He could wait to see the look on the slimy gits Snape's face when he saw the potion he had chosen to do his assignment on, Ra's Draught, an ancient and complex potion. It hadn't been used in thousands of years, since the days of Pharaohs and God's of Egypt.
The Dark Arts book not only taught the Darkest Spells in existence but the ways to combat them, and due to the physical labour he had been subjected to at the Dursley's during his stay he had developed quite a bit of physical strength. Voldemort would be in for a fight when they finally fought, and he would make him pay for what he had done, for the lives of hundreds before his fall and the many that had followed and not to mention those who have had their lives affected in the worst possible ways.
The Weasley's & Harry were supposed to go to Diagon Alley in the morning, to meet Hermione (which Ron was quite pleased about which greatly amused Harry).
Lying back on the sofa thinking about all that had happened and all that would possibly come to pass, Harry was asleep within moments.