Harry Potter
and the Rise of the Dark Lord

(Fan Fiction acting as Book 6 of the Harry Potter series.)

Chapter One
Visitors

            It was a silent, very dark moment in the middle of the night on Privet Drive, A perfectly normal neighborhood on a perfectly normal street. All of the houses were dark as far as the eye could see. There is one house though in particular that the neighbors often referred to as the Odd House. Strange things always seemed to happen during the summer, even though they could not remember anything weird ever happening there, they just somehow knew.

            In one of the upstairs bedrooms in this particular house a tall, lanky, black-haired boy sat straight up in his bed, his hand clutching his forehead. Harry again felt his scar hurt but it quickly subsided. He lowered his hand and looked at the digital clock sitting beside his bed. He thought it funny, using electric things that only Muggles used during the summer. He had been given this alarm clock because he had requested it. A lot of things had changed since his most recent trip home from King's Cross station.

            Harry quickly put his scar hurting out of his mind. It happened so often now that there was no point in dwelling on it. He knew that his scar only hurt him when the Dark Lord Voldemort was feeling extremely angry or extremely happy. Harry laid back down onto his back on his bed.

            Wow, Harry though, in just a couple more hours I will continue my Occlumency lessons.

            Harry was not in the least bit nervous about continuing his occlumency lessons. In fact, he was looking forward to them since Albus Dumbledore himself would be taking the time to teach him. Dumbledore was the Headmaster at Hogwarts, and Hogwarts was the school at which Harry attended to learn magic. Harry was not any normal boy like his surroundings suspected. Harry had learned shortly after turning age 11 that he was a wizard, and there was an entire world separate from the Muggle world. He no longer felt as if he was part of the non-magic, Muggle, world anymore. He merely stayed in hiding there before he could return to school, and his friends again.

            Harry sat staring at the ceiling of his bedroom when he realized that he should have turned over and went to sleep right after he had woken up. Now, he was wide-awake. He turned to look at his clock again. 3:12 AM.

            Oh goodie. Thought Harry sarcastically. He would never be able to get back to sleep now. He rolled off his bed and went to the far end of his room to a bookshelf, pulling off a book called The Theory of Occlumency. Harry figured that he might as well study since his lessons would again begin later that day.

            It did not take long before Harry realized that he was very sleepy again. The Theory of Occlumency seemed to bore him to sleep every time he opened its covers. He knew there was a hidden objective in the back of his mind for wanted to read that book.

            He closed the book and set it on the table next to his bed, and returned to sleep.

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            Harry awoke with a start. It was not his scar this time that had awoken him, but a scream. Harry noticed that sunlight was streaming through his window showing that it was still early. His uncle Vernon cried out again.

            "GET OUT! OUT I SAY!" cried Uncle Vernon in a tremendously fierce voice. "GET AWAY FROM MY HOME! YOUR KIND IS NOT WELCOME HERE!"

            Dumbledore wasn't going to come until late afternoon. Harry checked his clock to see if he had overslept. He hadn't. Harry quickly jumped from his bed and grabbed a pair of jeans. He did not want to bust out of his room to whatever happened to be at the Dursley residence when he was only wearing boxers. He burst out of his room to find his uncle at the top of the stairs yelling at a man below. His uncle noticed that Harry had arrived and quickly turned on him.

            "This is your doing boy!" said Uncle Vernon in an undertone voice. He then turned back to look at the bottom of the stairs. His face seemed to go extremely red at the fact that, whoever it was, seemed to be ignoring him. "OUT! NOW!"

            "Be quiet Dursley you prat of an oaf! Go back to bed."

            Harry recognized this voice immediately. It was the voice of Mad-Eye Moody, who was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. The Order was a group of wizards who have come together to fight Voldemort.

            "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I WANT YOUR KIND OUT OF IT!" Uncle Vernon roared and then turned to Harry. "You make them leave! YOU MAKE THEM LEAVE NOW!"

            Harry ignored his enraged uncle and went down the stairs. He stopped on the second to last step, shocked. He was in awe, for in the Dursley living room was none other than Professor McGonagall, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, and many others from the Order.

            "Good morning Harry!," Tonks exclaimed just as Harry's aunt joined his uncle at the top of the stairs. She screamed. Annoyed, Tonks pointed her wand at the two of them now holding each other. "Immpressinate!" Tonks cried. She lowered her wand and said, "Now go back to bed and don't mind us being here."

            Their reaction was immediate. They stood up and let go of each other.

            "Okay." They said at the same time. They both turned on their heels and went back to their bedroom. Harry heard their door shut.

            Harry has seen a spell like the one Tonks had just used on his Aunt and Uncle and knew that it was illegal. He quickly turned to Tonks. He quickly tried to find his wand but realized he had left it in his room. Really stupid really, now that he thought about it, leaving his room to find what his uncle had been yelling at without his wand. A look of fear smeared across his face, and Tonks noticed.

            "Don't worry Harry! That's just the impression charm. It just gives the person or thing that it is cast on, a deeper impression on what you are about to tell them. Most wizards shake it off quite easily, but Muggles, they are more susceptible to spells."

            Harry, relieved at Tonk's explanation, then realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Slightly embarrassed at being in the presence of Tonks this way and blushing, Harry said, "Oh, I get it. I…eh... I will be back." and without question Harry quickly returned to his room and pulled on a t-shirt. He didn't forget his wand this time, just in case.

            Upon returning he found that the people in his uncle's house were all chatting away as if nothing odd was happening. He turned to Tonks who was looking into a mirror in the hallway changing her image. She landed looking like herself but with shoulder-length, orange hair that reminded Harry of an anime cartoon character.

            "What is… What is going on? Why are you all here?" Harry asked with an inquisitive look.

            "Oh yea! Well, A bunch of Death Eaters found Number Twelve Grimwald Place. We don't know how yet, but were crashing here until our new headquarters can be readied!