Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord
By: Logical Raven

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Happy Valentine's Day Everybody. I just want to give a word of comfort. Don't panic, things are never what they seems. I'm only saying this because I can see the flames and panicked review already. Thing are speeding up, and thing are fixing to get really excited.
Everything from my two stories are going to begin tying in with one another, including the pensive, the Torto Scriptures, and the Death Veil. Just relax, I have a few surprises up my sleeve. I probably won't be able to update again until Sunday, being tomorrow is Valentines…….Well I won't keep you waiting any longer…..I promise things are going to turn out alright in the end…does that help????

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Cursed



The Order was busy with wizards popping in and out. Every time Harry turned his head another crack sounded in his ear. There were wizards Harry recognized and wizards he had never seen in his life. December placed a warm hand on Harry shoulder and lead him over to the couch.

"Now that we're here are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?" Harry asked viciously.

December forced a smiled and opened her mouth to speak.

"O'Riley, I need you in here," Moody bellowed right before the first word left her mouth.

December sighed, "I'll be right back Harry."

Harry frowned as he watch December cross the room to confront Mad-eye. Remus Lupin had already disappeared into the large conference room where the members were apparently going to be updated. Harry was about to burst at the seams with anger. Not only did he not know what was going on, he was being teased.

"Harry, good to see you," said a passing member said quickly, Harry recognized him but didn't remember his name.

Harry groaned loudly throwing his head backwards in frustration. Whatever was going on wasn't good from the looks of every ones' faces.

"Harry, I figured they'd bring you here," said a rattled looking Charlie Weasley. He took a seat next to Harry. "They summoned me all the way from Romania, can you believe all this?"

"Not really," Harry said flatly, "Considering nobody has bothered to tell me what the hell is going on."

Charlie frowned, "The largest muggle attack in the history of written magic happened tonight Harry. Over 500 muggles or muggle born are dead."

Harry froze looking amazed by the bluntness of Charlie's answer.

"The battle is still raging in parts of France and Russia, but the Dark forces are retreating, slowly," Charlie continued leaning his head back with a yawn.

"Five hundred?" Harry asked unsure he had heard Charlie correctly.

Charlie nodded, "It's terrible, I just returned from Ireland a few moments ago."

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "We're you battling?"

Charlie shook his head, "Dragons and Death Eaters are two completely different things. I was helping cover the incident. There were thirty muggle deaths in Kane's Bridge alone, not an easy task to cover up."

"Harry could you come here a moment?" December called forcing another smile.

Harry nodded as he tried to absorb in what Charlie had just told him so casually.

"Harry, are you alright?" December asked quietly as she lead Harry into the study ahead of her.

Harry didn't give any sigh of knowing he had heard December's question. The study looked very much like the last time Harry had seen it. He could almost picture Mrs. Weasley crying over the bodies of her dead children and the boggart brought her worst fears to life.

In the room sat three figures Harry couldn't focus on due to the dim light.

"What is he doing here?" spat a voice Harry instantly recognized.

December held her hands up, "Si, he has a right to be here."

"What right does he have. If it weren't for him my daughter would not be dead!" Si Chang screamed pointing his narrow finger in Harry's direction.

Harry felt the blood run out of his face. He tried to swallow but his mouth was suddenly drier than he had every felt before in his life. He tried to speak, but nothing would come out, it felt like someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. Each time his heart let off a beat, a sharp pain surged through his body.

"We don't know if Cho is dead," Kim Chang said sharply, looking frailer than Harry could ever remember her looking.

Eros Raymer was the third figure, his face was harden as he emerged from the shadow, "He won't kill her, he needs her."

Harry desperately tried to control his breathing as the room started to spin around him. How? Why?

"My daughter is dead!" Ambassador Chang said flatly, "The Dark Lord takes no prisoners. She will never return to her life, to her family."

"Please Si, stop saying our daughter is dead," Kim Chang pleaded, "We've already lost Ran Ting, I'm not giving up my last child without a fight."

Eros placed a arm around Mrs. Chang, "You aren't going to lose Cho like you did Ran, I give you my word Kim. The Dark Lord can't kill her because she's too valuable. She has the blood of the most powerful vampire priest running through her veins."

"And that is suppose to be a comforting thought," Harry said aloud, not meaning to.

Raymer sighed, "He doesn't know does he?"

December shook her head, "I was hoping you'd be able to explain it to him Eros."

Eros frowned, "How much do you know about Cho's condition?"

"Condition?" Harry said puzzled.

Si Chang sneered, but held his tongue.

"Cho drank vampire blood, how she resisted the transformation, I'm not even sure. She isn't a vampire, because she didn't complete the ritual. After drinking the blood of a vampire, you must wait fourteen days then drink the blood of an innocent victim. They lock you up in room the size of a coffin, bringing you on the verge of death itself. Most are driven so mad, they feed because they don't realize what they're doing. I managed to find Cho the night before her ritual. I have no doubt she would have fed if presented the option at that point, she was barely alive," Eros stopped. "Did she tell you about the Kylanna?"

Harry nodded.

"I'm not sure what happened exactly, but Cho managed to fend off the Kylanna single handedly while she was on the verge of death. No wizard or witch has went as far as she did into the Vampire Transformation as she did, without actually turning. She isn't a vampire, but she isn't exactly who she once was."

"So what exactly are you telling me?" Harry said feeling slightly annoyed just by the sound of Eros's voice.

Eros removed his arm from around Mrs. Chang.

"Cho's blood might prove useful to he who must not be named. Not only is she leverage to you and Darthaynia, but she might be the missing link between vampires and wizards."

Kim Chang began to cry but her husband showed no signs of weakness.

"I forgive you Eros for taking my son away from me, but not my daughter," Si said in a soft whisper.

Harry's head shot back towards Eros, "What?"

"Ran Ting Chang was my best mate Harry, and it's my fault he's dead," Eros said lowering her head.

Kim Chang shook her head, "No, it isn't your fault. Accidents happen."

"Accident…..If we hadn't been so confident we knew everything it would never have happened," Eros said disgusted with himself.

"What happened?" Harry said under his breath.

Eros stared at Harry for a brief moment, "Ran and I were the best at potions. We thought we could make anything, we couldn't."

"That's why you selected Cho. You wanted to make sure you could watch out for her," Harry said letting everything click together.

Eros shrugged, "I owed it to Ran Ting to watch over his little sister. Guess I failed him again."

Si Chang pulled Eros into a hug, "No son, you haven't failed Ran Ting or the Chang family."

Harry wasn't sure what tipped his temper, but he felt himself rising to his feet.

"Why do you hate me? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID I DO TO YOU!" Harry demanded, "Raymer killed your son and you tell him he's not a disgrace. I LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER, BUT YOU HATE ME, WHY?!"

Si Chang narrowed his eyes, "Don't you dare raise your voice to me boy. This tragedy is your doing, you are cursed! I want my daughter to have a future, you have no future."

"I'LL RAISE MY VOICE IF I DAMN WELL PLEASE!" Harry screamed madly, "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS LIFE! DON'T YOU THINK I REALIZE I'M CURSE? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I NEED PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKING LIFE ANY HARDER FOR ME? CHO CAME TO ME, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND! SHE CAME TO ME AFTER CEDRIC DIED! SHE CAME TO ME!"

Si Chang started rambling in Chinese then pointed his finger at Harry, "The boy is mad, listen how he screams for no reason."

"Si," Kim Chang lectured.

"Harry I know it's hard," December tried placing her arm around Harry's shoulder.

"Sod off!" Harry spat ripping away from her touch.

"So is she under the Imperius Curse?" Harry snapped.

Eros glared at Harry with pity, "I wish I could answer that question for you. I saw her when we went into battle, but not she nor her body was accounted for afterwards."

"So as far as you know she could be dead," Harry spat.

Eros rose to Harry's challenge, "I'd known if she was killed."

"Like I'm suppose to have faith in what you say, you don't know anything," Harry spat.

"Harry please," December tried.

Harry reared on her, "I want to go back to Hogwarts, I've heard enough."

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Remus walked Harry to the Gryffindor common room much to his objection. Harry's chest hadn't throbbed so much since the early months of Sirius's death. He couldn't think. He walked straight through the common room, not even caring if anyone had waited up for him. He pushed into his private room and slammed the door.

He immediately started tearing things off the shelves and flinging them across the room. He felt very much like his things, broken. A small hoot behind him caused him to stop his rampage.

"Chu Jung," Harry said feeling a slight twinge of hope. He quickly took the note off the owl's legs.

Dearest Harry,

I searched for you tonight, but couldn't find you. I wanted to say goodbye.
Eros was released from the hospital tonight, and I've been given a new assignment.
I'm so sorry my time at Hogwarts has torn you apart. I wish I had never decided to be an Auror.

I miss your touch, your smile. I only hope the next time our paths cross that you won't have such a heavy burden on your heart. My superiors think it best we sever ties for now. I would be lying if I told you I didn't entertain the idea. I even set out tonight to do just that, end our relationship. The only problem is if I did, my heart would still belong to you.

I hope to see you soon. Each day away from you, is one day too long. Okay, I'm crying now. I hate saying goodbye. I won't be able to write you or contact you, and I don't know for how long. I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.

If you choose to move on while I'm away I understand. I dream every night that you do love me, but sometimes my heart tells me it's just wishful thinking. How could Harry Potter ever love me?

I wish I could have seen you before I had to go. The last time I saw your face, you were so angry, and I'm to blame for that. I'm sorry.

Love Always,
Cho

Harry stared at the tear stains on the parchement before feeling his legs give way beneath him. He felt he had no heart left. It was all their fault, she was gone, torn away from him and it was all their fault.

Harry screamed as he flung his lamp off his night stand and slammed it into the wall. He proceeded towards his desk and starting throwing things off his desk. His eye caught the sliver bowl that he had been scared to touch. His anger had no mercy as he flung it to the floor. The silvery liquid splashed and ghostly figures and memories fizzled into the air.

"I didn't think you'd come," said a voice. Harry stopped and stared at the memory of his father.

A young red headed Lily Evans turned around facing in Harry's direction. James's dark hair was blowing in an unseen wind, making it even messier than it normally was.

"James," Lily softy cried. The look in her eyes told Harry she wanted to run.

His parents stared at each other, looking deep into the other eyes.

Lily looked as if she was about to cry, she suddenly turned and started to run off, James reached for her hand, " Please don't go."

"I have something to confess to you Lily Evans," he started. His chest was racing and he felt his heart was going to explode.

She didn't say a word, she just looked at him.

"I can't get you off my mind. You're the first thought I have in the morning, and the last thought I have before I go to sleep. You have no idea what you've done to me."
James stood there breathless, "I've never looked at a girl the way I look at you."

Lily looked was in shock.

"I realize," he continued, "that you don't feel the same way about me. I swear I'll never stop waiting for you, Lily, but if you want me to back away, I will," James finished.

She didn't respond. Harry looked at his father who looked like he was going to be sick.

He bowed down towards Lily and gave her a soft peck on her cheek, "Good-bye Lily."

Lily was now about to drown in her own tears.

"James," she cried out.

James stopped, but didn't turn around.

Lily threw her arms around his neck kissed him. She tackled his so passionately his glasses fell off his face.

Harry froze as the scene evaporated into a forgotten cloud. Harry was shaking slightly as tears stung his eyes. Mr. Chang was right, he was cursed.