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

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I'm very impressed with myself, I honestly didn't think I'd be able to update today, but I did. I'll update again soon. I promise. This is a much needed chapter, and I debated internally whether I should even write it. It has always been in the plans, but it isn't too necessary. In the end I decided I liked it too much….

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A Kiss Changes Everything




Dudley Dursley seemed to calm down a bit after breakfast, which Harry had a feeling had something to do with the pack of cigarettes December had gotten him from the local muggle town. He had smoked half the pack in one breath and was now eating his second round of breakfast.

"I've never seen someone eat so much," Ron whispered over to Harry as they watched him from the living room.

Harry curled his nose, "He's always been a pig."

"You really shouldn't be so hard on him Harry, he's been through a lot," Cho said frowning slight at Harry's cold tone.

"You didn't have to live with that bullying toe-rag for sixteen years. He made my life a living hell," Harry spat back at her.

"Well, if your attitude was anything like it is right now I don 't blame him one bit. Honestly you of all people should have a bit of a heart!," Cho snapped flipping her raven hair as she walked away.

Ron sighed, "Problems in the paradise?"

"I don't know what her problem is," Harry hissed spitefully, turning his attention away for the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was offering Dudley thirds.

"What was Charlie talking about earlier, why does Dud need a wand?" Harry continued on his angry rant.

Ron shrugged, "He is in danger right now, it wouldn't hurt for him to know a few spells to defend himself with. I mean it isn't like he's going to be going to Hogwarts with us or anything."

"Thank Merlin, the stupid prat would probably just be sorted in Slytherin, he's got the right attitude for it."

"Harry, calm down mate, you've been mad enough to bite a nail in two all morning," Ron suggested, giving Harry a worried look.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "What do you or anyone else know about what I'm feeling right now. You didn't live with those horrid muggles your entire childhood. You have no idea what that fat arse has put me through!"

"What is being mad about it going to help? You've got to deal with him one way or another," Ron said, bitterness slipping into his tone.

Harry glared at his fat cousin in the kitchen as Ginny offered Dudley another glass of pumpkin juice.

"I'm glad someone in the house is a fan of my cooking," Mrs. Weasley said kindly towards Dudley.

Dudley looked up at her with a cheeky smile, "This is amazing! I've never had anything like it before."

"Because you've been on a diet for the better part of a decade you idiot," Harry muttered to himself in response.

"Thank-you dear, now hurry up, we have a lot to do today," Mrs. Weasley instructed.

Dudley obediently obeyed shoving the last part of his two pancakes into his already full cheeks. Ginny snarled her nose in disgust and gave her mother a worried look. Ginny looked was returned by a look of warning for the elder Weasley.

"Well, are we all ready to head to Olivanders?" Charlie asked pulling his robe over his shoulders.

Harry frowned, "We've all got to go?"

"You can stay here, I'm sure nobody would complain too badly," Cho said still disgusted and angry.

"Ginny is going to the Ministry to take her apparating test, but I thought the rest of you guys might jump at a chance to stretch your legs," Charlie said ignoring Cho's suggestion.

"I think I'll stay here, I'm not in any sort of mood to watch Dudley do magic," Harry said narrowing his eyes in Cho's direction.

"Are we ready to go get my wand?" Dudley asked with a pleasant smile.

"Apparently they are," Harry said coldly turning towards the stairs in disgust.

He slammed Ron's bedroom door as his stomach churned in anger. Why were they being so nice to him, couldn't they see what a stupid ignorant prat he was? He flopped himself down onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, resentment and bitterness surging through his veins. He grinned as he thought of what hexes he'd like to use on his cousin. The door opening and slamming caused Harry to pop his head up from his stewing.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM! THEY'RE ONLY BEING NICE TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S YOUR STUPID COUSIN!" Cho shrilled, her face red with rage.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM. YOU'VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH HIM ALL MORNING, WHY DON'T YOU JUST DATE HIM INSTEAD OF ME!" Harry screamed back.

Cho took an angry breath, "I may not be the cleverest witch but I know that me being nice to Dudley Dursley isn't what causing you to act like such a git."

"No, Hermione Granger is much more clever,' Harry spat, knowing he was treading on extremely dangerous turf.

Cho narrowed her eyes, and fought to keep her Asian temper in check, "You're mad right now, so I'll choose to ignore your ignorance."

"Whatever you want," Harry said laying his head back onto his pillow.

"Harry, what do you want us to do, hate him like you do? His parents have been killed by you know who," Cho started.

"VOLDEMORT! Say his name Auror, or are you afraid to?" Harry said with a jeer in his voice, popping back up to a sitting position.

Cho looked distraught, "Vol…Volde….Voldemort killed his parents, your relatives, don't you have a heart?"

"I saw their mangled bodies, I guess nobody bothered to tell you that small detail did they?" Harry said not moving his eyes.

"No, they didn't," Cho said lightly, "I'm sorry, but you've seen….bodies before."

Harry sneered and rolled his eyes, his anger waiving slightly.

"What were you doing at your aunt and uncle's house the night they were killed?" Cho asked, starting to put things together.

Harry didn't answer.

Cho eyes widened, "You're not having dreams again, are you Harry?"

"So what if I am, it doesn't matter. I'm to weak to resist him, I always fall for his stupid tricks," Harry said biting his lip in anger.

"Harry," Cho whispered, lowering her eyes in defeat.

"What am I suppose to do, my only relatives are dead because of me. He's coming after you next, I know he is," Harry said staring at her as she took a seat next to him on the bed.

Cho lifted her eyebrows, "I'd like to see him try to do such a thing. I do believe I can take care of myself Potter."

"I thinks he's going to try to turn you. He hasn't made mention of killing you yet," Harry said suddenly touching her hand.

Cho huffed, "Well he'd have to kill me because I'd never turn. If I can fight off a vampire transformation I'm positive I could fight off his stupid Imperious Curse."

"I guess I've been a bit of a prat this morning, I just can't stand," Harry started his eyes raging again.

"You're only living relative," Cho finished, "Just try Harry, prove to be better than he was."

"Why should I, he's never been anything but a thorn in my side," Harry protested.

Cho touched Harry's face softly, "Because you two have something in common, and he needs you. I need you."

Harry gulped slightly as Cho slowly approached his face with hers. She licked her lips slightly as she stared deep into his eyes. Harry started to close his eyes and accept the kiss when Cho flinched and let out a slight gasp.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked looking confused.

Cho eyes grew wide, "Harry, your eyes, something is wrong with your eyes. I could have swore."

Harry blood ran cold as he remember what he had seen in the bathroom not long ago, in those wee hours in the morning.

"He's trying to turn me, I can feel it," Harry said rubbing his eyes as if it would wipe away the evil.

Cho started to say something until Fawkes soared through the room letting a few soft notes escape as he landed.

"Dumbledore's birds?" Cho stated, fear slipping into her face, "What is Dumbledore's Phoenix doing here?"

Harry didn't answer.

"He isn't, he can' be," Cho said in disbelief, as if Harry's silence had confirmed her worst fear. "How come nobody has told me?"

"Nobody knows," Harry said quickly, "And you can't tell anyone."

"Oh Harry, if Dumbledore's gone," she started breathing quickly.

Harry grabbed her around the shoulder, "Dumbledore isn't he one who is suppose to defeat Voldemort."
"Oh course he is, everyone knows that Voldemort is scared of Dumbledore," Cho insisted.

Harry shook slightly, "I lied to Voldemort last year about the prophecy."

Cho had been unconscious when Harry had fought against the dark lord so she wasn't entirely positive what he was saying.

"A prophecy was made about me before I was born. I'm the only one who can destroy Voldemort, that's why he tried to attack me when I was just a baby," Harry confessed, feeling a burden lifting off his chest.

Cho continued her stare.

"He picked me as his equal because he knew part of the prophecy, but not the entire thing. That's why he lured me to the Ministry in my fifth year, because only he or I could retrieve the prophecy. Luckily it was shattered during the battle. Dumbledore told me how the prophecy ended afterwards. I have a power that Voldemort doesn't know about, and neither of can live while the other survives," Harry finished.

Cho threw her hands over her mouth, "They why is he trying to turn you, surely he knows that you can coexist!"

"No he doesn't. I lied to him last year in a fool hearted effort to save the DA. I told him that he couldn't live if I died, he thinks the only way to get rid of me is to turn me," Harry explained.

"No, you won't turn, you can't turn," Cho said her lips drying out rapidly as she stared at Harry in a wide gasp.

"Of course I won't," Harry assured her, but his words were cut off as Cho flung her arms around his neck and her lips upon his. Harry's reflexes dulled as he flew backwards onto the pillow comforter.

After a moment of being stunned he tried to sit up, but Cho wasn't quite ready to concede her attack. She pushed him back into the bed with all her force, pinning him with her tiny frame. Harry could have gotten up if he sincerely wanted to, but it didn't seem worth the effort. A heat was rising through Harry's body, he had never been engaged in such a passion filled moment, not with anyone. His mind trailed with thoughts of things that made little sense, as he desperately tried to reason with his emotions, failing miserably.

He found his fingering fondling her neck and slowly proceeding down onto her shoulders. Cho was the one who decided to proceed further into the moment, letting her fingers gently tug the bottom of Harry's tee-shirt. Harry mentally told himself to stop the moment, stop before he continued any further, but his body wouldn't listen. Her hands now wandered freely under his shirt, touching his bare chest. Harry's heart raced as he debated in his young mind whether he should find his way under her shirt as well. Just as his right hand touched her exposed stomach the moment was interrupted.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," came a voice and a slammed door.

Cho and Harry immediately jumped back from one another, trying to readjust themselves. Cho blushed feverishly as Harry stared at her with a lopsided grin.

"That was new," she said in an embarrassed tone.

Harry didn't know what came over him as he grabbed her and started the kissing again. She conceded for a moment, not nearly as aggressively as she had before, but when's Harry's fingers made contact with her navel, she pulled away.

"We can't do this, not here, not now," she whispered, breathing heavily.

Harry sighed, "You're right, it wouldn't be right to snog in Ron's bed."

Cho blushed, "That wasn't exactly what I meant."

"Are you two decent?" Ron asked cautiously poking his head back into his room.

"Yes Ron, we're decent," Harry said rolling his eyes at his best friends shocked expression.

Ron walked in shaking his head, "I wasn't sure if you two were fighting or, you know. I mean I thought you were coming up here to give him a piece of your mind?"

Cho blushed, "I was, we just got a distracted that's all."

"Well, it's about to get interesting down stairs. Fred and George just showed up and they were talking about giving Dudley his first magical lesson," Ron said, still looking uncomfortable.

Harry frowned, "They'll kill him if they aren't careful."

"Well, let's hope he remembers the tongue toffee incident and exercises some caution around the two of them,' Ron nodded in agreement.

Harry reluctantly rose from his position next to Cho, "I guess I better go save the arse, I'd never forgive myself if I left him to Fred and George's mercy. They aren't as excepting as the female Weasleys."