Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord
By: Logicalraven
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I can admit when I've written something redundant. I fear I have almost written myself into a corner, but I promise, things are going to change. I have a wedding to write after all. How dark can a wedding be??? Especially one with Fred and George in it…
Thanks to all my reviewers out there….You guys are amazing….
This chapter is dedicated to anyone who thinks this story is a bit to dark….I think it's time to rebel against the boredom….
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Nothing is my Own
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Woes of the Redheads
Harry knew it would happened any day. Fawkes would show up and give Harry the news that his mentor had finally passed. All of Dumbledore's words wouldn't leave Harry's mind, all of his woes surging in his chest as every thought passed. Harry tried to concentrate on his homework in front of him, but it was useless.
Hermione sat across from Harry in the Gryffindor common room reading a series of Magical History books. Occasionally she'd glance over at Harry and start to say something, then she'd look back down at her books.
"Hermione, what is it? Just tell me," Harry finally stammered after about the sixth time she looked at him.
"It's nothing, stupid really," Hermione said lightly as a slight blush touched her face.
Harry frowned, "You've been acting like you've been wanting to tell me something for the past hour."
"It's just, oh never mind," Hermione stammered.
"What is it?" Harry demanded, as Hermione frowned again shaking her head in annoyance.
She let out a soft sigh, "Has Ron asked anybody to go with him to Bill's wedding?"
"I dunno," Harry replied, slight puzzled by Hermione suddenly forwardness.
"It's silly but I don't want him to get upset with me again," Hermione continued, pulling a letter out of one of her books. "Fleur invited Viktor to the wedding, and since he knew I was close to the Weasley family, he asked if he could come with me."
"They're already sending out invitations?" Harry said taking the letter out of Hermione's hands.
"No, I think they ran into each other in Paris or something," Hermione answered, "I just don't know what to do. I need to respond to Viktor and let him know if he can come with me, but I don't want to upset Ron."
"Do you want Ron to ask you to be his date?" Harry pushed, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"No," Hermione said instantly, "I just know he isn't a huge Viktor Krum fan."
Harry grinned, "Well, if Fleur invited him, I guess there isn't much Ron can do about it."
"So you think I should go with Viktor?" Hermione asked heavily.
"I think you should talk to Ron," Harry replied flatly.
Hermione sighed again, "I was afraid you'd say something like that. I just wished he'd ask somebody else to be his date so it would take some of the pressure off me."
"You want me to tell him that, don't you?" Harry asked shaking his head.
"Oh Harry, would you?" Hermione suddenly begged, causing her pink cheeks to turn a dark crimson.
Harry's grin faded, "I'll mention it to him, but I doubt it will do much good. Just out of curiosity, would you go with Ron if he asked you?"
Hermione eyes grew wide and her lip faded into a straight line, "I've never really thought about it."
Harry might have pushed the conversation further, but the portrait entrance opened and a helpless looking Ginny Weasley came rushing it. Ginny's face was stained with anger and her eyes looked like she was about to have a nervous break down.
"What happened?" Harry questioned rising from his seat along with Hermione.
Ginny rushed over to them, panting hysterically, "Oh it's awful, I'm going to get my badge stripped for sure this time."
"What?" Harry asked again.
Ginny sighed, "It's Malfoy, I've…"
"Go on, out with it," Harry pushed.
"I've really done it this time," Ginny whined, collapsing into the couch.
Hermione placed an arm around Ginny's shoulder, "What did you do to him?"
Ginny snickered, "I tried to turned the stupid prat into a ferret, remember like Mad-Eye Moody did? Only it didn't work right, and…I turned him into a roach."
Harry looked mortified for a moment, then desperately tried to fight back the smile growing on his face.
"He was saying the most terrible things, I just lost my head for a minute. Oh McGonagall is going to take my badge for this, and the worst part of it…" Ginny stopped again.
"Please tell me you didn't squash him with your shoe," Harry suddenly interjected.
Ginny shook her head, "No, I lost him. I went to catch him to perform the counter curse and he slipped through a crack in the floor."
"Well, that's simple enough, I'll just use the Marauder Map to find him," Harry said frankly.
Ginny frowned, "How exactly do you propose we get ourselves through that crack and into the between wall?"
"We'll worry about that later, let's just find the little roach first," Hermione said quickly, looking at Harry for some agreement.
"I'll go get the map and cloak," Harry said heavily, "Who's on watch out there, Kingsley or Tonks?"
"Tonks," Ginny answered, "Do you think she'd help us?"
Harry never answered Ginny's question. He dashed up the boys' dormitory stairs, taking them two at a time. The Head Boy's room was the last room in the row, and Harry felt a shiver or fear shot up his spine as he placed his hand on the door knob.
"Ron?" Harry asked astonished as Ron Weasley sat on Harry's bedroom floor playing a game of chess by himself.
"Hey mate, I got bored so I decided to see if you wanted to play a quick game of chess," Ron said casually, moving one of his chess pieces who hit another piece causing it to shatter.
"And when I wasn't in here you decided to play a game against yourself?" Harry asked carefully.
Ron shrugged, "I told you, I was bored. So want to play a game?"
"Can't, your sister has gotten herself into a little bit of a situation," Harry grinned, rummaging through his chest for his map.
"What did she do?" Ron asked raising his eyebrows.
Harry snicker, "You're going to love this one. She turned Malfoy into a roach and lost him."
"She did not, that is bloody brilliant," Ron said proudly, "Fred and George will be so proud."
"Your parents won't be if she loses her badge," Harry reminded him.
"Very true mate. So we're going to go rescue Malfoy?" Ron asked baffled.
Harry shrugged, "Hopefully we find him before he ends up on the bottom of someone's shoe."
"How are you going to get past your guard?" Ron questioned.
Harry grinned, "I'm going to beg."
The two boys raced down stares to a fuming Ginny Weasley, "Oh, I hate Malfoy. He deserves to be a roach, I shouldn't even bother trying to find him."
"Nobody would ever know, I'm not telling anyone," Ron agreed, which caused Hermione to deliver a very angry glare in his direction.
"I think Hermione will agree that no matter how much we all detest Malfoy, we can't leave him as a roach," Harry finally vocalized causing Hermione's glare to fade slightly.
Ginny frowned, "I'm going to be in so much trouble, aren't I?"
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm proud to have you as my sister," Ron said with a cheeky smile.
Harry slowly approached the Fat Lady and muttered the password, "Dye Berry Fig." Tonks immediately turned her attention to the entrance as Harry walked out, crossing his finger in his robe.
"Hello Tonks, how are you this evening?" he started, oh why couldn't he have inherited his father's charming ability?
"Fine, what's on your mind Harry?" she questioned skeptically.
He sighed, "I know we haven't exactly been on the best of terms this year, but I need to ask a favor of you."
"I'm not letting you sneak out it that's what you're asking," Tonks said sternly.
Harry smiled, "No, that isn't it. Well, you see… Ginny Weasley has gotten herself into a slight bit of a mess."
Tonks arched her eyebrows.
"She hexed a certain Slytherin into pest, in search of a better word. We need to find him before something happens that might do permanent damage resulting in Ginny losing her badge," Harry tried to be vague, but he wasn't blessed with Dumbledore's gift either.
Tonks started to speak, but stopped.
"Malfoy called me a mud blood lover, and told me that he was making it a personal quest to teach me not to taint the Weasley blood any further. I lost my head and turned him into a roach, it was an accident honest" Ginny said bluntly, as she appeared behind Harry.
Tonks started to smile then caught herself, "Well, that isn't good is it?"
Harry frowned, "No, it isn't. He got away from her before she could counter her curse on him. I figured since you're our transfiguration teacher, that you might be able to help us out."
"Harry, I'd love to, but you know that I can't do that," Tonks said lowering her head.
"Please, I don't know if my poor old mum's heart could take it if I lost my badge, I mean she's taken Percy's death so terribly hard," Ginny said showing her best puppy dog face.
Tonks shook her head, "We have to make it quick, last thing we need is everyone in the school finding out what you've done. Where is the last place you saw him?"
"On the third floor corridor, near the portrait of Stanley the Boastful," Ginny said, her face instantly becoming lighter.
Harry dashed back into the Gryffindor common room for a moment, and pulled out his map, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
The map obediently revealed itself followed by a few words written by it's creators at the top.
I never thought this map would be used to help a Slytherin, Mousier Padfoot.
I recommend letting the stupid prat sweat it out for a few days, Mousier Prongs.
I commend you for doing the right thing, though I'd warn that slimy Slytherin if he steps out of line again, you'll turn him into a pile of bile next time, Mousier Moony.
Slytherins are the lowest forms of filthy at Hogwarts, they deserve to be turned into roaches, Mousier Wormtail.
Harry had to laughed lightly as he scanned the map quickly to find the dot labeled D. Malfoy.
"Find him yet?" Hermione asked.
"Got him," Harry replied victoriously, looks like he's right where Ginny left him. "Mischief managed."
The five of them walked quickly down the corridors toward the third floor. They felt somewhat safe, due to the fact they did have a Professor with them. All the same, they proceeded very carefully. Tonks actually caused the loudest commotion when she ran into a suit of armor as they entered into the third floor, causing it to crash into the floor.
"Sorry," she whispered, walking quickly away from her created mess.
"Lets hope Filch didn't hear that," Harry commented.
Filch didn't but Peeves the poltergeist did. The mischievous spirit popped it's ghostly head through the wall with a high chuckle.
"Making a mess tonight Professor?" he asked Tonks as he laughed, "Clumsy Nymphadora, always causing a mess, trips on her own feet… Nymphadora can't even stand without falling on her face and knees," he started singing.
"Beat it Peeves," Ron warned the poltergeist.
"Ronald, do you have any expectations to live up to? You look so much like your brother Charlie," Peeves mocked with a rolling laughter.
"I think I hear the Bloody Baron, didn't we see him just up the hall?" Hermione said suddenly nudging Harry.
"Yes, we did. He said he was looking for you," Harry told the poltergeist.
Peeves immediately stopped laughing, "I didn't do it." He cried flying into the ceiling where he disappeared.
"We need to hurry up, it would just my luck if Malfoy gets eaten by a spider or something," Ginny said quickly, rolling her eyes at the brief distraction.
They walked a hundred feet further when Ginny dropped to her knees and started to search for the crack that Malfoy had crawled into.
"It's around here somewhere," Ginny muttered as the group started to help her search.
"You had to turn him into a bug, you couldn't pick a larger animal?" Ron whined.
Ginny rolled her eyes and replied heavily, "I was trying to turn him into a ferret."
"Malfoy, here Malfoy," Tonks tried calling. When the rest of them looked at her puzzled, she just shrugged.
"This is ridiculous, we're never going to find him," Ginny cried, slamming herself into the ground in frustration.
Harry slowly pulled out the map again, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
Malfoy hadn't moved, he was still in the exact same spot Harry had seen him before.
"He's either dead, or to terrified to move," Harry said sarcastically.
"Where exactly is he?" Tonks asked, eyeing Harry's map suspiciously.
Harry pointed at the wall in front of him.
Tonks pulled back her sleeves and started muttering an incantation. Within seconds a beating resonated through the wall.
"Let me out of here!" Malfoy cried.
"He's stuck between the walls," Ginny laughed, "How does it feel ferret face, it serves you right if we just leave you."
"You stupid piece of filth, when I get out of here you'll be sorry. I'll kill you!" Malfoy screamed, banging on the wall harder.
Ginny pointed at the wall with an 'I told you so look on her face.'
"Mr. Malfoy, I hear you've been causing Miss Weasley here some grief," Tonks said in her most teacher like voice.
"Who is out there!" Malfoy hissed.
"I'm afraid this is Professor Tonks," Tonks said sternly, tapping the wall with her wand causing the bricks to fold away and allow Malfoy to walk through.
"Professor," Malfoy said disgusted. "She turned me into a roach! I didn't do anything to provoke such a vicious attack."
"I serious doubt that Mr. Malfoy. I'm willing to let this incident slip by if you promise your next patrol with Miss. Weasley isn't so eventful," Tonks continued.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes and pushed past the group. Harry had seen that look in Malfoy's eyes before, this game was far from over.
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The Gryffindors piled around as Ginny Weasley told her 'roach' story for about the fifteenth time that evening.
"I can't believe you turned him into a roach and got away with it," Dean laughed, placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder.
Ron rolled his eyes, and muttered something under his breath.
"Oh Ron, why do you always have to be so melodramatic," Hermione lectured, noticing his distained look.
"I just don't see what the big deal is. What she did wasn't all that impressive," Ron snickered, collapsing into a lofty chair.
Harry grinned, "Now a days, anything seems impressive. I never thought I'd miss Fred and George's catalogs so much."
"Well, get use to it. McGonagall won't even let the Daily Prophet into the school, I serious doubt one of those catalogs is going to find its way in," Ron replied heavily.
"You two are too depressing," Hermione said sarcastically as she stood up to leave.
The letter she had shown Harry earlier that evening slipped carelessly to the floor. Hermione started to head towards the girls dormitory unaware.
"Hermione, you dropped something," Harry said quickly, bending to pick it up, and immediately regretting saying anything.
Ron grabbed it before Harry had a chance and a disgusted looked appeared on his face.
"What's Krum writing you for this time?" Ron asked.
Hermione eyes grew wide, "Give that back."
Ron snatched it out of her grasp, "No, what does it say?"
"None of your business, give it back," Hermione spat, trying to reach behind Ron to snatch back her letter.
Ron maneuvered around her and tore open the letter.
"Dearest Hermione,
Hope you are well. I was pleased to get a letter from you…"
"RONALD!!! STOP READING THAT!" Hermione shrilled.
Ron sneered and continued, " I ran into Fleur from the tri-wizard tournament, and she said she was marrying a friend of yours. Are you still friends with someone named Weasley?…"
Ron stopped and tossed the letter back to Hermione. Harry watched carefully for a moment, as Ron's expression went from one of pain, to one of anger.
"I didn't say I'd go with him," Hermione said quickly.
"You should," Ron said coldly, taking his seat back in the chair.
Hermione sighed, "I won't go with him if you ask me not to."
"Why would I do that?" Ron hiss viciously, trying to act like he didn't care, "It's my brothers wedding, not mine."
Hermione face contorted in a pinch, "Fine, I'll go with him then."
"Good," Ron spat back.
"Wonderful!" Hermione snapped, before running up he girls' dormitory stairs.
Harry smacked Ron on the back of the head, "You idiot!"
"What?" Ron said defensively, "If she wants to go with Krum, I'm not going to stop her."
"She wanted to go with you, even I can see that!" Harry lectured, "How thick can you be?"
Ron didn't pay attention, "I'll just find myself a date, I don't need her."
"Ron," Harry started, but it was pointless, he wasn't getting through.