Chaos of Tomorrow Chapter 2: The End of the Magic, a harry potter fanfic

Title: Chaos of Tomorrow

Author: Shinigami Liliz Black

Summary: The wizardry world is living chaos of their unknown expose, Harry is having weird feelings, Voldemort is looking for a weapon, and Draco is not entirely human. Lots of mysteries answered! Slash! half AU!

Rating: PG-13

Category: Action/Adventure/ Sci-Fi

Status: UNBETAED

Notes: I want this story to have some complicated twisting scene just to make you think This Story is Au because the time is not the same. Harry was born on 1993 here, so if Harry has 17 years on this story them it is the year 2010. All futuristic!

Boldletters: Someone's voices. I won't tell who. You have to find out.

There was a voice... A monotone voice...

"Relinquish your pain unto me..."

The voice of a man screamed, "SAR-IAS!"

Someone was screaming... Blood was everywhere...

"Open you eyes... Harry..."

Chaos of Tomorrow

Chapter One: The End of the Magic

August 29, 2010

"Wake up you bloody boy! And stop screaming!"

He snapped his eyes open, catching his breath. Hastily, sitting up, he explored his surrounding. He made out the familiar blurry shapes of his trunk over the far end of the wall and his owl's cage; he was still on his room. He slumped back on his bed, messing his sweating raven hair and reaching for his round framed glasses over the night table.

Ever morning as usual, he would finger his scar. It usually felt warm over his touch but today it sent shiver down his spine. Something must be wrong but the fact is that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived have absolutely no communication whatsoever with his magical world and what the Great Dark Lord is planning next and that annoy the raven boy allot.

He shook the covers off and reached for his baggy blue jeans. He was still slim, not as skinny as previous year for Quidditch practice had given him faint marked muscles and a better healthy body. His face was rounder but still conserving the innocence of a once orphan boy while his eyes shine with a luminous emerald color.

"Get down this instant boy!"

Harry sighed at the screeching voice of his aunt from downstairs while slipped his short sleeved shirt on. "I'm coming!"

Even if he knew the house of the Dursley was really protected against any magical attack and covered with unique wards Harry still keep his wand on his pocket for emergency. He would be a dumb wizard if he doesn't have one when he need it most.

He ran off the stairs, unable to brush his teeth to see a tall woman sitting on the living room with his uncle. She wore a formal female suit, square glasses and her chestnut hair pushed into a bum.

Petunia grasped his forearm rather harshly while hissing, "I don't know the meaning of this but if you mention something about your kind you'll-" But Aunt Petunia never finished the sentence when she half shoved him inside the living room and earning the woman's attention.

It was when Harry noticed her chocolate eyes behind her glasses and appearances. She was about her thirties. "Ah so you must be Mr. Potter."

"Yes I am," he answered, looking rather confused.

"I'm Miriam McKinley, Harry James Potter," she whispered standing up and circling the raven boy, "You say he is your nephew Mr. Dursley?

"Well yes, his parents died on a car crash and we ended up taking care of him."

"And this scar?" the woman asked, fingering his lighting bolt scar. Her touched was cold against his skin as if Voldemort...

"My parents-" he tried to say but Uncle Vernon glare made him change his words. "Got it on a car crash."

"What an awful scar to get on a car accident. Perhaps it has something to do with your parent's reputation?"

She stared intently at him as if trying to read his mind by looking at his green orbs. Harry knew there was something fishy about all this and he didn't like it at all.

"Which school is he assisting?" she asked.

"St. Brutus."

"St. Brutus?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She reached for her briefcase and took a small electronic device, typing some letter. "Are you sure? I don't find any database of him assisting St. Brutus Mr. Dursley."

Vernon was speechless; lies were not good with this woman. "But there must be-" he tried to say but the woman took out an old parchment with an old shield of a neat H.

Harry tired to hide his panic, his surprise and his curiosity of why that woman possessed such parchment, however at the sight of the parchment both Petunia and Vernon paled.

"The Ministry of England found this parchment on a hidden anti-government sector and says the name of certain students assisting a school not recognized by the Ministry."

"Clearly it says," she continued opening the parchment, "Harry James Potter is assisting a Witchcraft school called Hogwarts."

Harry felt his heart dropped to his stomach. They found that on an anti government sector? They couldn't possibly... They couldn't possibly discover the Ministry of Magic could they?

His hand slipped over his pocket, grasping his wand to calm his nerves. He always thought having his wand on his side calm him on very horrible situation but this one was an extreme one. What if he can't go back to Hogwarts?

Miriam noticed Harry's hand shaking slipping in to his pocket and smirked. "Now, Now Mr. Potter, there's no need to be scare, I won't bite. If you kindly empty your pockets and find no evidence of your assistance to this school you are all are free of charges."

He felt his throat dry. Damn why didn't he left it upstairs. "Do what she says boy," Vernon said.

He took a sharp break and emptied his left pocket...

Luckily no galleons just Muggle coins...

"Now your right one."

He looked nervously at Vernon who happens to understand that the raven boy did have the wand over his pocket. "Eh Petunia why don't you bring our guest some refreshment. Go and help you aunt boy."

But before they could dash to the kitchen and owl fly in Miriam screamed as the owl fly around her head and dropping a letter on her feet before flying out the window.

Harry dashed up to pick up the letter but it was too late, Miriam has already bend over and picked the letter. He felt his insides going colder and paler as the woman open the letter and a smirk spread over her lips. Opening her mouth she read out load:

The wizardry world is living chaos at the moment Harry, what ever happens, don't leave the house. Signed, Arthur Weasley.

"Familiar with the Weasley? Bunch of wizard folks, as investigated. So you do have assisted the same school as his freckled sons." She smirked heartless and turned to looks at the shocked paled Dursleys.

"I thought better than mixing with such likes, Mr. Dursley. You will be charge for you lack of reason on this situation and I'm taking Mr. Potter with me." But before she could grasp the raven boy's forearm, Harry already have his wand out pointing it at the woman.

"One step and you'll be toasted," he threatened just as he does with Dudley.

"Lower that bloody stick of yours boy, if you don't want things to get complicate."

He shook his head, gripping his wand for dear life. "You cannot perform magic anymore."

"As if would do any damage to my record, "he replied yet his eyes did not matched his words.

"Give me that-"

"Supefy!" the red jet light hit the woman on the chest. For a split second Harry was relief but when the woman did not fall down unconsciously, panic covered his senses. But he threw her a stunning spell!

"I did tell you, did I?" the woman say brushing her suit. "Your little hocus pocus world is no longer a secret. We're well protected against it."

"Impossible," he said shaking his head, "It was enchanted away from the Muggle's eyes."

"That is of course if you have a way to make it visible for the rest."

Harry tried to think clearly. How he will escape this woman's claw when he's not allowed to leave the house? Could all this be a silly trap of Voldemort to lure him out of the house and into his hands? Then again he could simply ignore Mr. Weasley's warning, dash up his room and fly off on his broom somewhere he couldn't be caught.

Last thought sounds reasonable enough for Harry at the moment. "Anywhere is better than here," he mumbled to himself. He dashed upstairs ignoring the threats and protests from the woman and kicked his door open.

Hedwig, was currently landing on the window frame and hooted cheerfully at him. "Go Hedwig, get the hell out of here!" he hissed at the owl. She looked at him acidly but did what she was told. He yanked his wardrobe open and picked up his broom.

He was hurrying out of the window when a sharp long needle hit the back of his neck and a warm liquid spread through his body. His muscles became numb, his wand and broom hit the floor.

He was falling to his knees as the place became blurry shapes, "No," he whispered hoarsely.

"Don't worry; everything will be all right..."

TBC...

Notes: Does it sound good? I don't think so but I needed a chapter one of some explanation to start the real thing hehehe!