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"However, I wish to try out my skill with these swords,..." hissed Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy was trembling so hard that Harry was surprised that it had cause a concussion on him. Then Voldemort threw the sword towards the left hand side. Mafloy looked relieve that he wasn't the first person to be kill by Lord Voldemort's blade. Harry's gaze followed the sword and saw it impaled upon the heart of a young boy about seven. Harry recognised with a jolt of surprise that the boy looked like Cornelius Fudge. Then all went black as Harry woke up with a jolt.

The scar burned dully as Harry tried to rub away the feeling.

*Harry! Information on Voldemort, right?*

'Yeah, Merlin. Contact all Order members to gather at Castle at once.'

*Roger, that!*

Harry jumped out of bed, took off his pajamas and pulled on his shirt and pants. As he buckled his belt, and pulled on his robe, a midnight blue owl landed on the window ledge outside Harry's window, dropped a letter and took off into the night skies. Harry retrieved his wand, open the window cautiously and casted a protection spell on the letter, preventing it to be burned after reading. He stuffed both his wand and the letter into a pocket in his robe and performed the ID. Harry was reluctant to show his staff to other members. When he got there, Harry was greeted with a lot of grumbling. Taking his seat beside Dumbledore, Harry stood up and declared, "I'm very sorry to have you all woken up three in the morning. I have a message that I felt that it is important that the members of the Order should know."

He paused then continued, "Tom Marvolo Riddle had the Fallens recruited."

A wave of shock and disbelieve swept through the members. Alastor Moody stood up and said, "But Potter, that is impossible! The Fallens had been wiped out from the surface of earth about a thousand years ago in a titanic battle when they crashed with the Goblins. The magical community then had to wipe out the memory of the muggles worldwide."

"I believe that you said the surface of the earth. I had enough information that the some Fallens had survived the battle. Those Fallens went underground and built up their force and now Tom Riddle had recruited them. Further more, Riddle had found the Salazar Slytherin's handcrafted double broadsword," said Harry. He held up his hand for silence and continued. "Tom Riddle used the sword to kill the seven year old son of Cornelius Fudge. I don't think that he will refuse that Tom Riddle had returned, not unless he's a deaf and blind..." All the member of the Order had learnt from the shade of Merlin that Harry is the new Lord of Light while Tom Riddle is the new Lord of Darkness. And Dumbledore had already informed them that Harry's dreams are often connected to T. M. Riddle's activity and doubting Harry can prove to be a deadly mistake.

"But Fudge has an attitude of a donkey," said Frank Longbottom.

"That shouldn't be much of a problem," said Harry and he banished the letter from within his robe.

"This letter," Harry said as he wave it around. "Came straight to me after my dream."

At these words, the group gazed at the letter with some vacillation. Tom Riddle had killed some of the more powerful witches and wizards with cursed letter. Harry noticed their worried looks and smiled, "Don't worry, I had already casted a protection spell on it. All I have to do now is to change room to look like the Great Hall of Hogwarts." Harry snapped his finger and the room dissolved in a riot of colour and rematerialized as Hogwarts Great Hall. Harry putted the letter at the table and muttered a spell. A jet of red light erupted from the end of his wand and came in contact with the seal of the letter, opening it. A low hissing sound came out of it which all recognised as Parseltongue. Harry's eyebrow knitted together as he listens to the message Tom Riddle had send him.

~So Harry, how you liked my performance? I know that you had seen me in those dreams of your. I hope that this show of swordplay as well as power will convince you and the Order Of Phoenix to submit to my powers. Owl me back soon. Yours truly, Lord Voldemort.~

Harry looked mildly surprised.

"So he wants us to join him," muttered Harry as he paced along the table. The room changed gradually back to it original form. The member looked at each other's with their eyebrows rise.

"Harry?"

"My apology," said Harry before he sat down at his own place.

"What was Riddle's message?" asked Lily Potter.

"He wants every one of us to submit," said Harry as he subconsciously rubbed his chin. "The day I join the Dark side is the day when I dies."

"What we have to do then, Potter?" questioned McGonagall as she looked at her student. Harry's locked her eyes within his. His glaze was unnerving and McGonagall shuddered under his look.

"Let's wait for Fudge to come to Hogwarts tomorrow," Harry replied calmly as he looked around the hall. "Sorry for waking you all up and good night!"

Harry waved goodbye to all the Order members and disappeared. He reappeared in his dormitory and looked at his clock. Harry had failed to get the Dursley to buy him a watch and had suffered a full day of hunger. '0600,' thought Harry, 'this time is nuts!' Harry crept silently out of his dormitory and walked down the stairs. There, he saw Janet seated cross- legged in front of the fire, scribbling in her diary with a muggle pen. He walked forward and patted her lightly on her head and whispered, "A penny for your thought?"

Startled, Janet slammed her book shut and asked, "How long have you been here?"

"Just came down."

"I didn't noticed, Harry," she said slowly.

"Good. Then T. M. Riddle is in deep shit," answered Harry light-heartedly.

"T. M. Riddle?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," asked Harry.

"Who?"

Harry's face suddenly turned grim, "Tom Marvolo Riddle was an old student in Hogwarts some fifty years ago. He had this alias, Lord Voldemort."

Janet flinched and asked, "Why do you keep saying You-Know-Who's real name, Harry? I'm curious."

Harry smiled and replied gently, "A wise man once told me, 'Fear for the name increases fear for the thing itself.' I had been following his advice for four years."

"Four years!?" Janet face looked pale. "How can you speak his name for four years?"

"I had never ever feared him and I never ever would. He had tried to kill me for the last fifteen years but I'm still here, alive and kicking. This showed that he is not as powerful as he claims to be," Harry said with ease. "I had defeated Tom Riddle for four times. First when I was one, second when I was in my first year, then my second year and lastly, at the Tri-wizard Tournament. I believe that he will try to invade this school while I'm alive. He wants to prove that he can never be defeated or killed by anyone. So you better have mental preparation."

"Why?"

"Shhh! This is a secret," said Harry innocently.

"Mr Polite," mumbled Janet.

"I heard that!"

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Harry walked out of the Common at seven. He walked towards the Slytherin Common Room. 'Just one more turn to reach the Slytherin and no more Mr Nice Guy!' thought Harry as he turned, only collide head on with Colin and Ginny.

"Who the *(Censored!)* are you?" Roared Colin as he climbs back to his feet, pulling Ginny as well.

"What are you two doing? Kissing?" asked Harry after he picked himself up from the floor.

"Harry!" the two flushed to an embarrassed tomato red.

"Then who did you two expect?" asked Harry. "Mafloy?"

"No!"

"Then why are you here?" Harry asked, eyeing the two suspiciously. "Kissing? Or what?"

The two turned even redder.

"It's all right. I just hope that you to don't get together to start a fan club of mine," said Harry before he walked away; leaving the two lovers in each others embrace.

"And before I forget, Colin. Do mind your language. Your future mother-in- law wouldn't like it." Came Harry's voice around the corner, causing the two to glow even redder, if that is possible.

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Harry sighed as he missed the chance to play a prank on the Slytherin. He arrived at the Great Hall and sat down to eat breakfast. Soon after he had eaten, the rest of the Gryffindor team came into the Great Hall muttering darkly. Some how, the team seems rather somnolent. Harry was quick to notice that Fred and George was the only two pretending to be dozy. 'Something is amiss,' thought Harry as he stood up and walked towards his teammates.

"Morning!" greeted Harry and he received some grumbles of "Good morning."

Harry pulled Fred and George aside and started questioning them.

"All right, you two, what have you been up to?" Harry stated. The Weasley twin put up their most innocent face and chorused, "What?"

Harry narrowed his eyes and spoke, "If you have played a prank on the Slytherin with out me..."

"No!"

"Ok, I trust you two," said Harry and he picked up his Firebolt and walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Harry reached the pitch without much problems. He walked towards the changing room and took out a total of thirty Snitches. He then returned to Quidditch pitch and released the Snitches. He casted a spell to stop the Snitch from leaving the flied and waited for a minute before he mounted his broom and kicked off. Harry felt the long lost feeling of flying in the air and sped around the pitch at high speed. Little does he know that things are going to take a darker twist. Young Draco Malfoy had also woke up earlier and had arrived at the Quidditch pitch with his broomstick- the new Nimbus Razor Millennium- as well as his wand. He saw Harry flying above in the skies and a dark thought occurred in his mind and he pulled out his wand. Mafloy took a careful aim at Harry and started cursing Harry with all the spell that he has in his arsenal. Spell after spell hitted Harry. Mafloy expected Harry to fell off is broomstick and die but he was in for a surprise.

Harry remained unharmed on his broomstick. Harry turned and glared at the offending person. It was Mafloy. Harry watched Malfoy flinched as he looked at him. Slowly, Harry raised his wand hand. With an incantation, Harry had four different element rose up into the sky. Mafloy face was vivid with fear. With a roar of rage, Harry brought down his hand. As he did that, the four pillars of elements crashed down upon Malfoy, severely injuring him, leaving him with a dozen of broken bones and at least a 30% third-degree burn, 20% first-degree burn and 40% second-degree burn. His leg was broken and twisted and beside him was Mafloy's broken wand.

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"HARRY POTTER!"

A loud voice rung throughout the Great Hall at lunch, shaking dust from ancient enchanted ceiling. Harry stood up to meet the owner of the voice, Lucius Malfoy. Harry's blank face reveals nothing about his deep inner thoughts and none of his actions reveals his future moves. Harry spoke in a calm and peaceful manner that cans sooth the nerves of anyone but those of the Dark side.

"Can I help you, Mr Mafloy?"

"Why did you hurt my son?" hollered the elderly Malfoy.

"Me? Hurt Draco Mafloy? Why, there must be a mistake," answered Harry sweetly.

"Don't lie to me, Harry Potter! You are just like your parents, just as meddlesome."

Harry's face, everyone but Malfoy, noticed that it turned dark. Harry said in a restrained voice, which shows that he is very angry, "Lucius Malfoy, by the Light itself, take that back or you be sorry!"

"And why should I?" sneered Mafloy.

"So you will live another day!" came Harry's answer.

"Never!"

"At the count of three, you better apologize!" said Harry, his anger at his breaking point with Mafloy. Harry can be very tolerant to any one, even those who are as stubborn as a mule but those who turn towards the Dark side just for powers will expect no mercy from him.

"Three."

Malfoy just glare at Harry, daring him to hurt him. Hardly had he know that people around the place had quickly abandon their seat and move to other place.

"Two."

The time ticked as the pale blue eyes locked into the vibrant emerald eyes. Sparks flew and the tension reached a critical level.

"One."

Malfoy still refused to open his mouth and his wand was out and pointing Harry. Silvery words came out and form these words.

You want me to apologize? Fat hope!

"Time's up! And don't say I did warn you!" Harry declared before he struck his first blow.

His movement was a blur. His blows went fast and furious. A split second and it was over. Mafloy laid at the floor black out. Ron and Hermione moved toward Harry cautiously. When they saw Lucius Malfoy, they were shocked. It seems that Harry had planted his fist at Elder Malfoy's face at least four times and broken almost all his bones. Mafloy's face was bloody as his nose was flatten with two black eyes and a broken jaw. His limbs loosely at his side and his right leg were tied into a knot. His right ribcage had a depression which appears to have taken in full force of Harry's elbow.

Harry looked down at the fallen Malfoy and declares harshly in the silence of the hall, "I had warned you, Malfoy and I had given you a choice which you rejected. This is the consequence that await anyone who insults my parents!"

Snape arrived at the Great Hall and saw Malfoy lying on the floor and heard Harry's declaration and decided he better get Malfoy to the Hospital wing. He moved forward and said, "Harry, Professor Dumbledore requested to see you. He wants you to be at his office now. I will deal with Malfoy." Snape spat at this last word.

"Very well, Severus," said Harry and he moved out of the Great Hall. Harry reached the stone guardian and announced, "Cockroach cluster."

Nothing happened.

"Sherbet lemon?"

Nothing happened.

"Pear drop?"

Nothing.

"Liquorice?"

The gargoyle remained at the doorway.

"Chocolate Frog?"

Not movement, not even a bit. Feeling desperate, Harry said, "Ton-tongue toffee."

To his great amazement, the guardian jumped aside.

'This is ridiculous!' thought Harry as he climbed up the stairs. 'I swear by the Light that Dumbledore is crazier that before. Who knows, maybe we will have another crazed fellow at our hands by the end of this school year."

Harry reached the door and knocked politely.

"Enter!" came the booming voice of Dumbledore.

Harry entered the room and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, his hand clasped together and looking at the ceiling. The other person was Cornelius Fudge.

TBC...

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I completed this chapter at last! Man, I'm getting less and less inspiration to continue the story. Don't worry, I have a policy of completing what ever things I started. Sorry for begin so late, my Beta reader had been delayed, somehow. Thanks to my reviewers, they are:

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