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

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Well, I hope I haven't offended anyone with my new twist. I know Harry and Cho's little scenes aren't exactly written in the style of my inspiration (J.K. Rowlings). In fact, it is my hope they are the only non canon parts of this story. I just noticed some of my faithful reviewers are missing, and it makes me wonder if I've done something wrong. As many of you might know I started this fic series with my Lily and James story in June, it has all but consumed my life. Right now I am setting the plot for another story after this one, but I'm not sure if it will ever materialize.

Just a warning if any of you are easily offended by make out scenes, avoid this chapter. I can promise it will be the last with this much detail. I have to stay true to myself, and lets face it, how many seventeen year old haven't experimented at least partially with the opposite gender. If this is the worst Harry has done at his age, then he's a saint….

Again, I apologize if I've offended any of my faithful readers. One thing that always brings a smile to my face is to know I've got so many readers who faithfully follow my stories, I honestly don't think my stories are worthy of such support. Thank you, sincerely….

Read and Review, Nothing is my Own

My next update will either be Saturday or Sunday….I'll try to update quickly…

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The Night of the Rehearsal Dinner




Cho gleamed as she polished her broom with Harry's broom maintained kit, he would never live down the Christmas day Quidditch match, she had beaten him twice, though he had let her win the second time because she looked so cute when she was flustered, although he had immediately regret it. He figured he'd just challenge her to the best of five to prove he was still the better seeker, but during the fourth game Dudley took an extremely nasty fall while attempting to dodge out of a bludger, (or Freds it wasn't quite clear) way. He had fallen nearly fifteen feet to the ground smashing several ribs and his right arm.

Cho was barely tolerable on the subject of Quidditch as she constantly mentioned her defeat of the great Harry Potter. He had gotten so frustrated that he had shouted that he have thrown the third game on purpose, Cho just laughed and told him to keep believing that if it help him sleep better.

"Well, it if isn't my little seeker," Charlie greeted as he entered the parlor of the Burrows.

"Hello captain," Cho greeted with a cheeky smile. Charlie was almost as unbearable as Cho these days. It there was one thing Harry hated more than Voldemort, it was losing.

"Oh will you two shut-up already," Harry said hatefully, narrowing his eyes in frustration.

Cho giggled, "He still hasn't gotten over the fact I beat him….twice."

Harry sighed, "I already told you I let you win that one game."

"Sure you did Harry," Charlie teased.

The Weasleys were heading to Paris for the Rehearsal dinner that evening. Although it pained Harry to think of what his cousin might say or do, Dudley was attending with Ginny. Harry had actually pulled Dudley aside earlier that day and threaten to turn him into a toadstool is he did anything to embarrass the Weasleys.

Harry knew he was being silly, Dudley wouldn't do anything too terribly bad in front of the Weasley twins, he was terrified of them. After Quidditch fall he was positive the two were out to kill him, and though it pained him, he had even stopped taking the twin's treats.

"We should be back in a few hours, December is coming to keep an eye on things after her meeting tonight," Mrs. Weasley reminded Harry and Cho as she shoved a few tissues into her purse.

Mr. Weasley put a hand on his wife's shoulder, "They'll be fine Molly. Remember you two, if anything happens, apparate to the Order's headquarters immediately, no heroics."

"Don't worry about us, you guys enjoy tonight and tell Bill and Fleur good luck," Cho smiled.

Ron nudged Harry, "You coming to the bachelor celebration afterwards?"

Harry looked at Cho nervously, "I guess, just come get me when the rehearsal is finished."

Cho grinned flirtatiously at Harry, "Fine, don't bother asking my permission."

"Oh Cho, Harry isn't the one signing his life away," Ron started.

"Ronald that's enough, I will hear none of that kind of talk tonight. Bill is not signing his life away," Mrs. Weasley lectured.

Dudley appeared nervously looking at his borrowed dress robes. Mrs. Weasley had to use an expanding charm on Ron's old set, not to mention she had to clean up the frays Ron had created with his severing charm.

"You look quite handsome," Mrs. Weasley greeted as she dusted some pieces of lint off his robes, "Shame you can't apparate, you're going to get soot all over your robes."

"We'd be best be going, Bill will have a fit if we're late," Mr. Weasley said glancing at his watch.

Charlie snickered over towards Harry and Ron, "You'd think he was excited about signing away his life or something."

"I heard that Charles," Mrs. Weasley warned, glaring at her oldest son as if he was still a teenager.

"Hermione and Viktor should be arriving tonight, they'll probably be here before we return," Ginny reminded as she straightened the collar of her dress robe.

"Weasleys it's time for us to depart," Mr. Weasley announced.

With that Mrs.Weasley pulled out the pot of floo powder kept above the mantel and let Dudley throw a handful into the flame. She reminded him to pronounce each word extremely clearly before allowing him to disappear in a swirl of green flames. Within moments the Weasleys and Dudley were gone, leaving Cho and Harry alone in the empty house.

"Well, looks like just you and me tonight," Cho said innocently picking up a book Ginny had been working on off the coffee table.

"Yea," Harry said heavily, as he felt his heart racing rapidly in his chest. He and Cho had been together almost a year officially, longer than that unofficially, and this was the first time he could ever recall such tension building between them.

Cho giggled, "Harry, you're turning red, are you nervous about being alone with me?"

"No," said Harry instantly defending his pride.

"You don't have to lie to me, I can tell your uncomfortable," she whispered in a voice that made Harry's insides quiver.

Harry suddenly felt his mouth grow very dry as she watched Cho continued her act of reading, although he had a feeling she was just as uncomfortable as he. His eyes lingered on her pink button-up blouse that hung over her loose jeans. The soft pink eased into Harry's eyes as he began willing the buttons to undo themselves.

"Harry, what are you staring at?" Cho laughed nervously, as she watched his green eyes lingering.

Harry immediately blushed, "Nothing."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cho asked with that same whisper that drove Harry insane.

Harry finally sighed, "I'm sorry, it's improper of me to be…."

"To be what?" Cho laughed.

Harry suddenly felt his insides disappear.

"Is this about the other night?" Cho asked suddenly.

Harry wasn't sure what broke the tension, but one second they were trying to make completely pointless chatter the next they were wrapped in one another arms kissing passionately.

Harry felt that familiar heat rising from some unknown source filter through his body. His hand brushed her soft cheeks as his other hand played with the top button on her blouse.

Cho didn't even try to stop or pull away as the first bottom popped opened, leaving Harry with no where else to travel but down to the next. Cho's hand again found the bottom of Harry's shirt as she placed her palms against his bare stomach then around to the small of his back as she traced small circles with her fingernails as she traveled.

The tingling sensation made Harry's heart beat faster and faster until he was positive it was going to explode. His mind was swimming as the second button finally came undone exposing some of the mystery Harry had yearned to solve for the past few days. He paused for a moment as his eyes caught a glimpse of something white peeking from beneath.

"No, we can't do this," Cho suddenly said giving Harry a slight nudge off her.

Harry remained speechless, until something finally clunked into place.

Cho blushed, "I know you wouldn't Harry, this is all just so fast."

Harry touched her face with his hand as he pulled her again to his lips, he wasn't sure what was coming over him. All he knew is he didn't want this moment to ever end. She conceded to Harry's will allowing him to lean her back onto the couch and continue their adventure. The bravery of Gryffindor finally overtook Harry's fear and he found his hand slipping beneath her blouse to touch the soft lace beneath with his fingers.

Cho suddenly shuttered and started deeply into his emerald eyes, "I love you Harry."

Harry froze, he was positive his heart had just exploded in his chest. He tried desperately to figure out what was racing through his mind, what was he feeling in the pit of his stomach? Was this love? Was this the feeling that was suppose to destroy Voldemort? Ironically, fate saved him from returning her confession.

"Oh dear," December O'Riley muttered as the apparation crack of her and Lupin caused the two teens arranged in a compromising position to break apart at lighting speed.

"It isn't what it looks like," Harry said quickly as Cho desperately tried to redo the buttons Harry had undone.

December gave Remus a nervous look, "Well, we knew this was coming."

"Nothing happened, honest," Harry pleaded again, quite aware that his heart was still intact given it was pounding even harder than it has only moments ago.


"Harry, I think it's time we had a talk," Remus said firmly, his breathing increasing as his forehead creased in nervousness.

"Cho, would you mind helping me fix something to eat in the kitchen," December said in a polite tone, though it wouldn't have been wise to decline.

Cho blushed feverously as she walked pasted Harry, determinately not looking at him. Harry himself felt he had just been caught digging his hand into the cookie jar, he was thankful that the scene between himself and Cho had not progressed any further than it had, it was already embarrassing enough.

"I always hoped Sirius would be the one to have this talk with you, he was always so much better at this kind of stuff than I am," Remus started, leaning against the mantel of the fireplace.

Harry swallowed hard, "I know what it looked like, but nothing was going to happen. We were just kissing."

Lupin smiled nervously, "You really fancy her, I can tell, but you need to be smart. You've got a lot on your plate right now."

"I…," was all Harry could get out.

"I'm not telling you how to live your life, your seventeen and quite capable of making your own decisions. I just want you to be smart about these type of decision, one night of passion can have life long consequences," Lupin continued.

Harry felt as if he could die right there on the spot, this was definitely ranked with the most uncomfortable moments of his life. Lupin continued clumsily with his adult talk as Harry sunk deeper and deeper into his chair.

"I promise I won't do anything stupid," Harry finally conceded, praying with all his might that this bitter moment between them would end.

Lupin nodded, "Well, you're a smart kid, I never really worry about you making those kind of wrong decisions."

"Er, thanks," Harry said heavily, he could only imagine what Sirius input on this subject line might be.

"Harry!" he heard a goddess like voice bellow from the kitchen as Hermione emerged embracing him in a sisterly hug.

Harry sighed as he gratefully returned it, "You have no idea how glad I am to see you."

"Harry, I trust we're okay?" Lupin asked, he also looked relieved that this conversation was over.

Harry smiled, "Yea, I think I get the point of what you're talking about."

Hermione looked at both of them skeptically, but quickly was distracted as Viktor Krum extended his hand toward Harry and greeted him.

"Arry, good to see ye," Krum said in his heavy Bulgarian accent.

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Hours later Harry sat at a little bar somewhere in Paris with Ron and a few others who had come to celebrate what Charlie referred to as Bill's last night of sanity.

"A Veela, dear brother what ever were you thinking!" Charlie wailed as he threw another shot of fire whiskey across the table down to his younger brother.

Bill's best friend from Hogwarts Davis Sutter laughed as he slapped his old friend across the back, "He's just jealous he beat you to the alter."

"He isn't married yet," Charlie argued giving a determined look.

Ron smirked, "Those two are always competing, almost seems they've got something to prove."

"Yea," Harry agreed, still unable to shake the events of the evening from his mind. Cho and him had departed without saying another word to one another, both too embarrassed to face one another.

"Ron will be next mate, watch and see," George jeered.

"Yes, our dear sister tells us he's gone a caught himself a quite catch," Fred added.

"Shut-up you two!" Ron sneered under his breath, "Been on my case all night about Megan."

"Did she meet you at the hotel?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.

Ron nodded, "I think she's gained weight over the holidays," Ron said in a disgusted whimper.

"Hermione told me to tell you hello by the way," Harry added, since it was Fred that had come to pick Harry up for the Bill's last night out. Ron had to go with his parents to St. Mungo with Dudley, who had choked on one of the twin's pepper bites.

"I guess she brought Krum with her," Ron spat hatefully as he let the last few drops of his butterbeer trickle down his throat.

"Yea, they're staying at the Burrows tonight and keeping Cho company," Harry suddenly blushing at the mention of his girlfriend's name.

Ron sighed, "I'm glad you came with me, sometimes I feel like I just don't fit in with them," nodding towards his brothers.

Fred was whispering something over to the bar maid who blushed as she glanced in Bill's direction. George also pouted added to Fred's begging charm. Harry laughed to himself as she nodded. She quickly walked over to the groom and plopped a kiss on his lips. The group of guys let out a loud yelp as the all lifted their drinks in applause.

"I can't believe mum even let me come, if she knew they brought Bill to a bar she'd have a hernia," Ron said starting his next butterbeer.

Harry sighed as the bar maid walked away with a red face. Bill was on his feet starting to protest, but Charlie threw another shot of fire whiskey into his hand to quite him down.

"Fleur wouldn't be happy either. She took Ginny and the rest of her bridesmaids to some kind of magical spa. Girl thing I s'pose," Ron continued, although Harry was barely paying attention.

"So, where is Megan meeting you tomorrow?" Harry asked casually, trying desperately to get Cho out of his head.

Ron groaned, "Don't mention her name, I'm sorry I even asked her. Guess I got a bit desperate."

Harry nodded as Ron's comment, he had to agree that Ron's search for a date to Bill's wedding had grown hopeless towards the end.

"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, that nobody can deny," the bar broke into song as Bill was forced to choke down another shot, this one was a smoking purple liquid that Harry couldn't identify.

"I wonder if this is typically when a wizard gets married?" Harry asked as he grinned at the festivities.

Fred jerked the chair from under Ron causing him to fall to the floor, "Come on you two, you look like you're fixing to fall over dead."

Ron stood up rubbing his sore rump, "You stupid prat."

"Ah, poor Ron's feeling all grumpy," George jeered, pinching his brother's cheek.

Harry was about to laughed as he heard that sound that made his heart stop. It sounded like beating wings, flapping hard against the wind.

"The News," said the old bar keep, who had a very odd accent, somewhere between French and English.

Harry knew all too well what the News was, he peered out the window as he saw the flock of owls swarming in the sky above Paris.

"I thought Voldemort wasn't attacking in France yet?" Harry asked more to himself than anyone else.

"Many English witches and wizards are seeking shelter in France's boarders, just because they're safe, doesn't mean those they love are," the barkeep answered, wiping out a mug.

A loud pop caused Harry and Ron to jump slightly as Mad-Eye Moody suddenly apparated into the middle of the group.

"Charlie, Bill!" he bellowed, looking around the room with his magical eye.

Moody whispered something over to the two boys who faced dropped in horror. Charlie walked over to Fred and George first and pulled them away from their flirting with the bar maid. The two twins suddenly grew really serious as Charlie nodded over towards Harry and Ron.

"Harry."

Harry jumped nearly off his seat as Mad-Eye Moody appeared behind him with his croaking voice.

"I need you and Ron to get to the Order, now," Moody warned.

"What's going on?" Harry pushed.

Moody snarled, "Now is not the time for questions, go, we haven't much time."

Harry started to protest again, but Moody slammed his wooden leg into the bar floor, "GO!"