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Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord
By: LogicalRaven

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I'm sorry I misspelled Parvati name again in this story….I'm such an idiot…I don't know why I can't spell that blasted characters name correctly! Damn Rowling, why can't she use more normal names, like Sue or Hank….(okay done with my rant)

I really liked this chapter, you'll have to judge for yourselves…This is part of a continuing evolution in my saga….More on that later….

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Against All Logic



Harry never made it up stairs to see if his cousin was still alive. He awoke, and sprang from his bed and onto the floor in one swift movement. His mind was racing and his scar singed against his forehead. Harry fumbled through his trunk, not positive about what he was going to do. He grabbed the Marauder Map ran towards the door.

It didn't make sense, why in the world would Voldemort, Bellatrix anybody go after Dursleys, they hadn't up till that point, why would they suddenly attack now?
Petunia wasn't even in the magical books anymore, she was a nobody. Harry had seen her with a wand, she was hopeless..

Harry swallowed hard, he couldn't be that ignorant, they went after the Dursleys because they were his relatives, close or not. It was still rather early, only around ten at night so the common room was still flooded with anxious students who were plotting how they were going to skip class or worse.

"Harry!" Ginny Weasley tried to call out, but Harry had already spun out the entrance.

One thing was set on his mind, he had to get to Privet Drive. A little voice keep whispering in the back of his mind, "Don't be stupid, it's a trap."
Harry simply pushed it away, who cared if it was a trap. It was his destiny to face Voldemort, he might as well get it over with.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry spat at the map that obediently showed itself. Harry scanned the passageways making positive nothing would hinder his escape through the secret passageway leading from Hogwarts into Hogmeade. He just had to get off the grounds, then he could apparate.

"Lumos," Harry lit his wand as he pushed through the dark passageway into the cellar of Honey Dukes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could do this. Suddenly a cold blast of air stung his face as he felt that familiar sensation of apparating travel over his body.

This was his longest trip, but distance was no matter. Opening his eyes as the wind subsided he found himself on the doorsteps of his childhood. He didn't know why he cared so much. He wasn't even sure why he had felt such the desire to do exactly what he was positive Voldemort wanted him to do. With a trembling finger he rang the door bell. He heard no movement from inside the house, and his head finally found the sky it had been avoid.

It hung like the grim reapers veil over an open grave. A skull with a serpent extruding from it mouth and eye. Harry didn't even bother with magic, his foot violently smashed into the door as it busted open before him.

He didn't need to call out their names, the Dark Mark lingering above their home told him that what he had experience tonight was not a mere dream. As Harry passed the steps to the bedrooms he caught a glimpse of a limp Vernon Dursley.

Harry turned his head and pushed his way into the kitchen, where he found Petunia laying motionless and cold. Harry held his breath, all the hate he had felt for his aunt and his uncle for the past sixteen years could not have wished this fate upon them.

A nauseous feeling erupted in Harry stomach and he found himself suddenly becoming sick. He had seen death many times in his life, but never quite stumbled across it before. Harry dropped to his knees wondering if this was the scene Sirius had seen after the attack on his parents.

"Poor baby Potter, weeping again," creaked a voice that caused every vein in Harry's body to freeze.

Harry spun around holding his wand in a defensive position, "You killed them."

"Good observation. Admit it, somewhere deep inside you wanted to see them die," Bellatrix taunted, "You might say I did you a favor."

Harry flared his wand at Bellatrix as ropes flew from the end. Bellatrix merely held out he hand and blocked them.

"Do you honestly want to duel with me again wee baby Potter, my master has big plans for you," she laughed.

Harry circled her dangerously, not letting his eyes lift, "Do you know what Voldemort has offered me?"

Bellatirx cringed at the sound of her master's name.

"He's asked me to be his second in command. Do you know what that means?" Harry said forcefully.

Bellatrix laughed, "YOU!"

"If I except his offer, you'll be the first one killed," Harry hissed throwing another curse that caught Bellatrix in the stomach slamming her into the wall. Harry kept his wand up as he slowly stepped around her.

"Stupid boy, do you honestly think you can defeat me in a dual. I know more magic than you can even fathom," Bellatrix spat viciously raising her wand.

Harry closed his eyes and aimed his wand, " Expelliarmus!"

Bellatrix wand flew from her hand a few feet, but she could still reach it if she tried. She stared at Harry giving a joyful cackle.

"Is that really the best you've got?"

Harry didn't say a word, keeping his wand raised and his eyes steady.

"Even if you defeated me, you'll never defeat the Dark Lord. He has hundreds that are loyal to him. You don't stand a chance," Bellatrix taunted, her laugher seizing as her eyes grew cold with fear.

"I don't care, he's going to pay, you're going to pay," Harry said in a dangerous whisper.

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, "You haven't the courage to kill me."

"Maybe someone forgot to enlighten you, I'm a Gryffindor. Courage is the last thing I think I lack," Harry answered holding his wand directly over her heart.

Harry held his breath as his mind swarmed with thoughts of revenge and hate. He wanted to do nothing more than to curse Bellatrix Lestrange, he wanted to see her fall to the floor in a dead stupor like he had seen so many others do. His heart was racing as his wand shook ever so slightly.

"Your first kill. I'm honored, it won't be last though," Bellatrix whispered sadistically.

"What is that suppose to mean," Harry said hatefully, pushing his wand into the depths of her robe.

Bellatrix let a grin spread across her face, "The first one is always the hardest, but afterwards nothing quite satisfies the need for such control. You'll come around, you have no idea of what power he can offer you."

Harry's eyes grew wide as he searched his mind for the courage to curse her to kill her.

"DO IT!" she shrilled.

Harry took a deep breath, letting his wand fall slightly.

"DO IT!" she shrilled again.

Harry screamed out the first incantation that came to his mind, " Lumos Solarum."

A blinding crack of light shined through the kitchen as Bellatrix stumbled backwards with a clumsy thump, catching the knife box as she tripped.

"NO!" Harry screamed as the light faded. Bellatrix lay stabbed on the floor, unable to speak coughing up blood that soaked her pale skin.

What had he done? He had killed her, he had taken the life of another. Harry grabbed the jar of sugar off the bar and slammed in into the wall in outrage.

"NO!" he wailed again, staring at Bellatrix Lestrange's now vacant eyes.

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Harry wasn't positive how long he sat there in the kitchen watching the death he had caused, spread in an oozing red puddle. He half expected Voldemort to show up at any time to collect his tainted soul.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" December O'Riley and Mad-eye Moody busted through the kitchen door.

"I…" was all Harry was able to get out.

"Potter, what happened to Lestrange?" Moody howled, rushing over to examine the fallen Death Eater, "What happened."

Harry bolted upright, "It was accident, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, just tell us what happened," O'Riley pushed.

Harry gulped, "I had another dream, I had a vision that my aunt and uncle were being killed, and like a fool I wanted to rush to their rescue. You think I'd learn my lesson by now."

"Did you find Bellatrix here? Did she do this and you killed her for revenge?" Moody said examining Harry with his magical eye.

Harry mouth suddenly felt very dry, "NO, I casted a Lumos Solarum spell and she stumbled backwards…"

Moody grumbled, "Then why is her wand is clear across the room?"

Harry gulped, "I disarmed her first."

"Hum," Moody said as if he were in deep thought.

December O'Riley placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "The muggle authorities will be here soon, we need to get you out of here."

"I can't apparate back to Hogwarts," Harry started.

"Why don't you apparate to the ministry, we can finish questioning you there," Moody interjected.

Harry turned his head, "Why do you need to question me? I didn't do anything?"

"You are suppose to be at Hogwarts, that the first problem we have. Secondly you've been found at a murder scene and you've basically admitted to one of them. Thirdly, you're suspicious nature has be questioning the accuracy of your story," Moody snapped, snatching Harry's wand.

"Check it then! I swear I didn't kill her intentionally," Harry yelled, flinging his wand into Moody's hand.

"STUPID BOY! Don't ever surrender your wand, how can you be positive I am who I say?" Moody growled raising his chin and letting his mad eye linger dangerously on Harry.

Harry sighed, "What do you want me to do! You're accusing me of murder!"

"Did you kill her?" Moody continued.

Harry gritted his teeth, "YES! Accidentally!"

"Then I haven't accused you of anything, you've admitted to it."

"Alastor, that's enough," December said forcefully, "Harry hasn't done anything wrong, he simple defended himself as far as I can see."

"You know what's at stake, how do we know…" Moody started to grumble.

"He hasn't," O'Riley said sharply.

Moody growled, "Don't be so naïve!"

December rapidly grabbed Harry's wand out of Moody hand and repeated the last five spells that had been casted. "Are you happy," she spat as she finished, "He's told us the truth."

"What are you suggesting we do then?" Moody asked shaking his head, his eye still lingering on Harry.

December stood firm, "The last thing we need if for this to get out in the public. Or worse, Fudge getting wind of it. Lets send him back to Hogwarts and keep thing between ourselves, nobody need know."

"Are you mad? He's a murder suspect!" Alastor croaked.

December narrowed her eyes, "He's Harry, do you want to just hand him over to the Dark Lord? Cause if we take him in, that is exactly what we're doing."

Harry froze, she was right. If people heard he committed a murder they'd automatically assume he had already turned.

"I haven't," Harry started.

December didn't smile, "Go back to wherever is you apparated from and get back to your dormitory. Tell nobody of this tonight."

"But December," Harry pleaded feeling fear starting to grip him.

"Go!" Moody bellowed. "Before I change my mind."

Harry sighed, "What about my cousin, I don't know if he's alright or not?"

"We'll send word to you tomorrow," December said firmly, scanning the room with her Auror perception.

Harry wasted no more time, he closed his eyes and apparated back to Hogmeade and the Basement of Honey Dukes. It was close to three in the morning before he returned back to the Gryffindor common room.

Everyone was asleep, dreaming of the festival and feast that was to take place that evening. He let his broken soul fall into the couch as he touched his wand with a shudder.

"I killed someone," he mutter miserable to himself.

The rage was unbearable as he kicked the coffee table in front of him across the room. He then swung a picture off the fireplace mantel shattering it to the ground, where he fell letting his head collapse into his hands.

He cried, "What have I done?"