~Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord~
by: LogicalRaven

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Thanks for all the support so far. Like most Harry Potter stories, this one is off to a slow start. I promise things will start getting interesting soon.
Thanks again to all my loyal reader and reviewrs, you guys are my muses.

I won't be updating for probably two days, at least. I'm going to apologize ahead of time.

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Nothing is My Own

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Remember My Last




Harry and Tonks returned moments latter with Harry's things hovering slightly off the ground. Petunia Dursley was putting up a bloody fight, insisting she wasn't leaving her residence, and didn't care about the consequences of her action.

"Petuina, you must listen to reason. It isn't safe here for your family," Dumbledore was attempting to persuade her, but Harry had seen that look before. It would take a miracle to move her.
"I will not be going to the Ministry, I've forgone all my Magical rights! I don't even want this ridiculous contraption. I can just sign the agreement here." she spat, holding her wand with the tips of her fingers as if it was a foul object.
Dumbledore nodded, "If you will not come willingly, we will be require to use other measures."
"Is that a threat?" Petunia hissed.
"Precisely," Dumbledore affirmed.

Petunia gritted her teeth, "This was never part of the deal!"
"Oh shut-up you're going to get what you want," Moody ordered, giving Petuinia a shove towards Dumbledore.
"We're not going to the Order?" Harry vocalized, making his presence known.

Dumbledore looked older, beaten. Obviously Harry wasn't the only one dealing with a lot of his plate over the summer. The school had almost been closed in Harry's second year, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Now that parents knew that Hogwarts was capable of being attacked by Lord Voldemort, no telling what heads they were calling for.

"Minister Fudge has calling a meeting, and I think it is imperative you attend. A lot of things have happened over the summer Harry, dark things," Dumbledore said sully.

Professor Albus Dumbledore held out a box of Berty's Every Flavor Beans, and Harry didn't need to ask to know it was a port-key. Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody nodded for them all to take it.

"My son will not travel by such ways!" Petunia shrilled, but one look from Mad-eye quieted her right down.
"Arabella, thank-you. December will escort you back to your home and make certain you remain safe," Dumbledore assured her, as Mrs. Figg and December O'Riley disappeared out the front door.
"What will my husband say if he comes home and me and his son aren't home?" Petunia whined.
"Alastor, will you be good enough to stay here to wait for Mr. Durley to return. Also, perhaps you will find it good enough to stay awhile," Dumbledore asked.

Harry reached out taking the port-key with his right hand. He saw his cousin and aunt reluctantly do the same. The familiar pull from somewhere behind Harry's navel make him grin. It was the last time he'd leave Privet Drive, and it could possible be the happiest news Harry had heard all summer.

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Harry opened his eyes finding himself sitting in a rather large office, with a fat miserable man staring at him. Cornelius Fudge had his usual green blower hat, snug on his head as he stared at Harry and his family. With a loud pop, Professor Albus Dumbledore arrive a second later.

"How much have you told him Dumbledore?" Minster Fudge said instantly.
"He knows nothing of the current situation," Dumbledore replied taking at seat next to Harry.
"What don't I know anything about?" Harry asked instantly.

Fudge lifted in his hands and signaled Harry to hold on just a moment. He opened a draw on his desk, and pulled out a thick file. With a deep sigh he placed them in front of Petunia.

"First things first. I believe you made a deal with Dumbledore. You've somewhat lived up to your end of the bargain so here," Fudge mumbled opening the file, and handing Petunia a quill.
Petunia sneered, "Gladly."
"You do realize signing this means you'll never see your nephew again, and you will no longer be permitted to do any magic under Magical Decree 29980. Your wand must be turned over and snapped. You will have no access to floo transportation, owl post or any other magical privilege listed in the above paragraph. Also, a memory charm will be preformed on you and each member of your family listed below to erase any memory of the magical world from your minds. You also realize this process in irreversible and cannot be changed once accepted," Minister Fudge said in almost a recite.
Petunia eyes glared, "I know what I'm signing."

Harry felt his heart constrict, he never really realize how much his aunt truly hated him. Dudley Dursley looked like he was about to snap. Just when he has shown a little interest in the magical world it was going to be ripped away from.

"This isn't fair. What if I don't want to forget. What if I want to do magic," Dudley objected rising to his feet.
Dumbledore lowered his head, "I'm afraid we must live up to the promise I made your mother sixteen years ago," Dumbledore answered. "I must fulfill my last."
Petunia ignored Dudley's pleas, "So I won't remember any of it? No Hogwarts, no Lily and no Harry."
"Correct," Fudge nodded.

Petunia grabbed the quill firmly as he signed her name to the parchment Fudge had placed in front of her. Fugde took her wand from her hands and with a single motion, snapped it apart.

"You really hated me that much, you only kept me so you could forget about the wizarding world when I turned of age?" Harry questioned in disbelief.
"The wizarding world has never done anything for me. I lost both my parents and my only sister because of magic. I'd rather live the rest of life pretending it never existed," Petunia replied dryly.
"If you two will go outside, one our Charm Specialist will take you back to your home and perform the memory charm," Minister Fudge instructed, not bother to rise from his chair.
Harry glanced at his aunt and his cousin as they left. It was last time he'd ever see the Dursley's again, he knew it in his heart. Petunia Dursley paused for one moment before exiting the office, staring deeply into her only nephew's emerald green eyes.

"Good-bye Lily," she said in almost a whisper before disappearing.
"I'll never see them again will I?" Harry asked his headmaster.
Dumbledore smiled, "We never know where the path of fate might lead us."
"Yes, yes. That's is all good and all, but we have important matter to discuss with young Mr. Potter," Fudge said impatiently, shoving the folder back into his desk drawer.
"What's been happening?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes.

The two grown wizards exchanged a disheartening look with one another and Dumbledore started to speak.

"I will not be returning to Hogwarts this year as its Headmaster. Deputy Head Mistress Minerva McGonagall will be taking over my position during my absences. I feel I need to devote all of my effort to make certain another tragedy such as what occurred at the end of last term does not repeat itself," Dumbledore started.
"What?" Harry asked aghast. "If you're not at Hogwarts, Voldemort will attack again!"
"Precisely what I said," Fudge grumbled.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm believe my help is needed in the Order's efforts. I will continue to be in constant communication with the school. Hogwarts needs a Headmaster who can devote themselves entirely to the school."
"You can't leave, what if something happens again!" Harry demanded.
"You can reach me by owl anytime you need me," Dumbldore stated.

Fudge took a deep breath, "There are going to be a few new additions to the Hogwarts staff. With Minerva taking over the Headmaster's position, it leaves her unable to teach transfigurations. Nymphadora Tonks will be filling in temporarily. Also, Professor McGonagall has requested Remus Lupin return to the position of Defense Against the Dark Art."
"Lupin has except?" Harry questioned.
Fudge ignored the question, "We're adding a few new security measures to the school. You known Kingsley Shacklebolt, he and a few of the Ministry Aurors will be staying at Hogwarts full time to keep an eye on things."

Harry shook his head in disbelief, "Why are you telling me all this?"
"Voldemort has made it very clear over the summer that is he searching for you. He went to incredible lengths to disclose your whereabouts at Privet Drive. There are spies all around us, and we're losing more loyal to our cause as each day passes. These are the darkest of times Harry," Dumbledore said softly.

"You still think he is going to try to get me to turn?" Harry questioned.
"You're are our rally point. Our propaganda. Imagine the chaos that would ensue if the magical world hears the famous boy who lived fell at the wand of Voldemort, or worse joined his ranks. You Harry are our only hope. Our control hangs by a mere thread," Fudge spat, "Nothing can happen to you, and I'm going to make damn sure nothing does."
"What about Draco Malfoy and the Purebloods United?" Harry retorted.
"Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy is guiltless of last years incident. I have been told so from Professor Snape himself," Dumbledore assured.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Fudge demanded, but this time Dumbledore chose to ignore him.
Harry felt rage rising in the pit of his stomach, "Snape is lying! I know Malfoy took the Dark Mark!"
"Malfoy? What the bloody hell is going on?" Fudge demanded more forcefully.
"Innocent until proven guilty Harry," Dumbledore replied.

Harry took a deep breath and relax in his seat. How could Dumbledore be so naïve, how could he be so ignorant.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO BLIND!" Harry yelled as his thoughts vocalized. "I mean what were you thinking. You could have told me why I couldn't go outside. You could check Malfoy's arm to see if his master is calling him."

"Harry, calm done son. You can't just go accusing people of lying," Fudge tried.
"WHY? YOU DO!" Harry spat back.

Cornelius Fudge's face turned bright purple as he looked at Harry with distaste. He rose from his desk and opened his office door to escort Dumbledore and Harry out.

"I don't like it Albus. I know what you're saying, but that boy has a bad attitude," Fugde voiced staring at Harry.
"I'm right here," Harry snapped.
"I want him under constant supervision, no arguments!" Fudge finished, slamming the door behind them.

Harry walked beside his now former Head Master towards the direction of the main lobby. He wasn't sure where Dumbledore would send him now, but as long as it wasn't Privet Drive, it didn't really matter.

"Tonks will be supervising you for the remainder of the summer at the Order. I must impress upon you seriousness going against her instructions," Dumbledore said swiftly before stopping at a floo transport, or fireplace.
"Am I going to the Order's Headquarters?" Harry asked.
Dumbldore nodded, "I believe you know the address. Please Harry be very careful, do not lower your guard. As Alastor would say, you must exercise constant vigilance. December O'Riley will be visiting you to carry on with your Occlemency lessons over the next few weeks, and Mrs. Weasley will help you master Apparating."

Harry took a handful of the greenish floo powder, with one awkward glance at Albus Dumbledore he closed his eyes.
"Number twelve Grimmauld Place!"