Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Night

Chapter 1: Betrayal of the Dark lord.

Harry lay in bed as his scar burned, making his head feel as if it could explode any second. Harry had been woken by sudden emotions, not of his own, one of incomprehensible fury closely followed by sadistic satisfaction. Harry had a very bad feeling indeed. He sat up and got out of bed, going over to his lamp he began automatically writing a letter to Sirius. He had written 'To Sirius' across the top of the letter before his stomach clenched as he remembered the events of less than one month ago. He tried to stop himself from crying as he screwed the piece of parchment up and threw it in the bin. He pulled another sheet of parchment out angrily and began to write to Hermione. It was two A.M. by the time he finished. Harry re-read the letter, sealed it and left it for Hedwig by her cage. He stretched and got back in to his inviting bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.

"You should not have betrayed me, Vega, you should have been a good little pet and done as you were told, now the ministry is on to me again." The Dark Lord said, leering over his shivering servant.

"What did you think would happen? That the wizards would protect you, they cannot even protect themselves. Well, what do you have to say for yourself, beast?" Voldemort spat. The man looked up slowly, blood red eyes full of hate and hissed, showing enlarged canines.

"Fuck you, bitch."

Harry sat up so quickly he was dizzy for a few moments, his head pounding, until he realized it was his Aunt pounding on his door.

"Get up now, you lazy boy. Get up!" She yelled, banging on the door of the smallest room, number 4 Privet Drive. Harry rubbed his temple and got out of bed.

"I'm up Aunt Petunia, I'm up." Harry looked around at his collection of odd things, odd if you're a Muggle that is. Harry Potter, a wizard about to start his 6th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, was tall and skinny, slightly underweight, with black hair that stuck up in all directions at the back, vivid green eyes and a pair of round black rimmed glasses. Oh, yes, and his most unusual feature was a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Harry pulled on a shirt and headed down stairs to make breakfast as usual. Only to find that is was already made. He looked around to see Remus Lupin, ex-defense against the dark arts teacher from year 3, who was also looking quite pale, and Mad-Eye Moody, also an ex-defense against the dark arts teacher, only from year 4. He looked around to his Aunt and Uncle, to see them furiously ignoring the guests.

"What are you two doing here?" Harry asked, very happy to finally have some contact with the wizarding world.

"We came to wish you a happy birthday; you are 16 you know, very special year." Lupin said, looking Harry up and down before picking up a bag that Harry hadn't noticed.

"Here, we picked up all of your presents for you." Lupin was about to say something else when Moody cut him off.

"Too dangerous to have owls flocking here, see." Moody's eye spun wildly in its socket, giving Harry to urge to throw up. He looked back at Lupin quickly.

"Why don't you have some breakfast and you can open your presents later. We have to get going Harry, or we will be missed back at the Order." Harry just nodded, slightly shocked that people had come see him.

"Okay, bye, I'll see you soon hopefully. Thank you for coming." Harry said as the Wizards walked out the door and got in a rented car. He watched them drive away until they turned the corner off Privet Drive. Harry suddenly realized that his only chance at a decent conversation all summer just drove off and cursed himself. He sighed and turned back inside and went to the kitchen. He was completely ignored by his Aunt and Uncle. Harry ate some toast and then headed upstairs with his bag of presents. He opened it excitedly to find it packed tightly with presents of all shapes and sizes. He carefully pulled them out one by one and placing them on his bed. He had one almost everyone on in the order, Hermione, the Weasley's, Hagrid and one that was unmarked. Harry picked the unmarked one up, it was about the size of a small jewelry box, he put it down and picked the one from Hermione up and unwrapped it carefully. He still couldn't believe the way his day was turning out. It was a book on 'Vampires, Werewolves and other Creatures of the Night.' By Davies Denstilis. He flicked through a few pages and saw illustrations of vampires and other creatures. There was also a fancy metal book mark inside it at the page entitled 'Right for Vampires and Werewolves'. Harry smiled; at least it wasn't S.P.E.W. anymore. He picked up the one from the Weasley's next. Harry slowly worked his way through the pile of gifts, still in shock, but very happy. In the end, there was only one present that had not been opened, inspected and placed somewhere safe or convenient. The unmarked present almost seemed to glare at him. It was wrapped in plain brown paper with a string tie. He untied it carefully and pulled of the paper. There was a small round stone with a notch on the side and a chocolate frog as well as a note on a small piece of parchment. It read:

'This is a Dark Detector, it will glow and heat up when there is a scheme involving the Dark Lord near you. It will point to the person with the notch on the side.'

There was no greeting or signature. He had a feeling he recognized the writing, but couldn't quite remember. Harry sighed and thought, at least it didn't screech. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly one o'clock. He went downstairs and had a quiet, strained sort of lunch, before heading upstairs to collect the book Hermione gave him and a couple of chocolate frogs from various people before walking out the front door, heading for the park to read his book, his wand tucked in his pants, under his baggy old shirt.