A/N: Sorry it took so long, it will be very rare that I update Monday-Thursday, so if I don't, don't be discouraged because on Friday-Sunday I'll update another chapter, usually at least two, maybe more. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and read and thank you greatly. I'm not going to go into reviewer responses because I've heard that stories sometimes get pulled, so sorry. A yahoo group will be up sometime in the next month or so for this story. This is just to tide you over until the weekend. Hope you enjoy and continue reading and reviewing.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, it belongs to J.K. Rowling and this is for fun only, nothing belongs to me, except a few characters, and the plot. Some belongs to T.A. Barron as well.

Age of Darkness: Year One

Day After

The morning after the kidnapping of young Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up at their normal times and got ready for a normal day. Vernon Dursley woke up, took a shower, got dressed, and decided to skip breakfast for once, as he was already running a bit late. Mrs. Dursley didn't eat breakfast either, mainly for the fact that she was too busy cleaning to notice. If the Dursley's had decided to eat breakfast, they would have discovered that they had been robbed of all edible items except for the cranberry jam. But as luck has it, they didn't and it wasn't until around eleven that either of the Dursley's realized something was wrong. The two Dursley's had noticed that Dudley had not woken up yet, and decided to let him sleep some more. They totally forgot about the other child that was, or should I say, wasn't in the household. Mr. Dursley went to his work at Grunnings, and Mrs. Dursley spent the early morning cleaning and spying on her neighbors.

Petunia Dursley was spying on her new neighbor Mrs. Figgs, with uttermost distaste. Mrs. Figg was an elderly old woman who had moved into Privet Drive only a few weeks earlier. For some reason the old lady had an extreme affinity for felines, and she had way too many, more than anyone sensible ever should. She had a thought that she might make a good babysitter for her nephew.

Her nephew! She had totally forgotten about the boy who lived in the cupboard under the stairs. She was furious that he had dared to oversleep and went to his cupboard and knocked rather hard on the door.

"Get up! Get up! We didn't take you in after your parents died just so you could sleep all day. If you're going to live here then you need to contribute. So get up!" Petunia Dursley screeched at the cupboard under the stairs.

Mrs. Dursley was surprised to discover that the usual and soft sound of 'Yes Ant Tunia.' did not speak back to her. She got angry and said the one thing she knew her nephew would answer to. "Get up now boy, or Vernon will hear about this!' Mrs. Dursley waited a moment or so, before ripping open the cupboard, she was surprised to see it was empty. She quickly shut it and began muttering to herself. 'Where is the boy, did he? No he couldn't have, even if he did, where would he? Maybe I overlooked him somewhere else. Yes that was it.' And so Mrs. Dursley with that firmly in mind walked away from the empty cupboard to get lunch ready for Vernon.

(Nezu/Mior )

As some may or may not know, the world is divided at the present in three major categories. The categories are muggles(the name wizards call non-magic folk), wizards, and of course what all humans call animals, however there real group name is known to only a select few. Recently a war broke out in the wizarding world against Voldemort. The most powerful wizard of the age defeated by a mere baby. It was not long only about a month afterwards that another minor Dark Lord who said his given name was Nezu Proditor, who his few followers called Lord Mior entered the stage. Mior was nowhere near as powerful as the most powerful Dark Lord since Grindelwald Lord Voldemort, yet he was just as ruthless, maybe even more so. Lord Mior at the current time only had two followers, very disappointing for any evil wannabe. Despite having only two followers, his two followers were equivalent to four of the former Dark Lords' 'inner circle'. Easily some of the most powerful wizards of their age, however recently they had been thrown into an insane asylum and were incapacitated at the moment. But they had left a child, one who could easily be trained to follow him, and the parents were only temporarily incapacitated, in ten to fifteen years they would awaken again. It was a security measure Lord Mior had placed on them, and although it was bad at the loss of his followers, the child was twice as strong as the parents, and already beginning to learn to serve, Lord Mior decided to make the little child his apprentice. Lord Mior had once gone to Hogwarts, funny enough he had once served Voldemort, but no longer, it was his turn to make history.

One may wonder why one would give him the title of a Dark Lord, yet if they ever met him they would learn why, despite looks and beliefs, that Lord Mior was as Dark as any Lord could ever be, albeit one no one knew about, but Dark just the same. Voldemort although he waged war on the wizarding world, Lord Mior preferred secrecy, or at least he did. He would soon be entering into the open, and when he did it would rock the world, wizarding and muggle alike.

(Dursleys)

Vernon Dursley had just gotten home after a long day at work, unfortunately he had had to cancel lunch, due to a very important client. He hadn't talked to his wife except to tell her he wasn't going to be home until later. Mr. Dursley stepped out of his car and sighed wistfully thinking of a nice home cooked meal, and a hot bath after a long days work. If Mr. Dursley had paid more attention he would have realized something was amiss.

Although he did not see it, many things he would not like were going around oblivious to him. If it wasn't the owls, flying in the daytime, or the weirdoes on the street which he assumed were 'his' kind, then it was the return of the tabby cat on the wall, or possibly the couple who kept walking back and forth in front of his house, almost protecting it. It should have also been obvious from the fact a strange red and gold bird was perched on the windowsill by the living room. The most noticeable should have been the fact he heard to tantrums from his son or didn't see his nephew working on the yard like he was supposed. Any of these would have sent his mind reeling and having knowledge of something amiss, but he noticed nothing.

On his way to the door he quickly scooped up the paper lying on the walkway. The front headlines, if Mr. Dursley would have taken the time to stop and read it said

'Terrorist Attack on the Mentri Shopping Center, hundreds lose memory and terrorists still at large'

Late yesterday afternoon at the Mentri Shopping Center, hundreds upon hundreds of people were involved in a terrorist attack. But was this a terrorist attack or an elaborate hoax, or possibly even the testing of a new chemical weapon? Dan Sterling is on the case. Yesterday late afternoon around ten o'clock an hour before closing mass Hysteria broke out at the now infamous Mentri Shopping Center.

Many of the shoppers were going about their daily business when over a hundred eye witnesses said a man appeared out of thin air. Now most of the people who actually saw this happened seemed to have lost any recollection of this event, aside from the fact they remember the announcement that was said over the intercom. The voice over the intercom seemed to be beginning something about a new savings when it turned into something else entirely. The voice, which peculiar enough was a recording then split into a warning of a terrorist attack from the MM, and that they were highly dangerous. Moments after the recording switched off and people began appearing in strange robes out of nowhere. They began firing what eyewitnesses and the law enforcement say are a new type of stunning gun. Once the people appeared the average everyday citizens began attacking the 'terrorists' and it seemed they were winning until more kept appearing out of nowhere, the battle continued to rage on for hours, before our eyewitness decided to escape with his bounty before he was attacked as well. His bounty was a video recording of the whole incident, which will be played for everyone later this afternoon on the television. Was this really a terrorist attack or part of some huge conspiracy?

My son's family was at the mall at the time and although they didn't participate in the escapade that went on, my son's youngest son about twelve found something that one of the 'terrorists' dropped. It was a magazine, a very peculiar magazine called the 'Quibbler'. This magazine went on and on about Crumpled Horned Snarkacks, or something around those lines, a conspiracy in the ministry, which they called Ministry of Magic. Strange that the name of the terrorist group was named the MM. Coincidence I think not. The magazine went on to talk about werewolves, famous or not-really dead wizards and witches, the supposed hiding spots of Lord Volwart, and much more. At first glance it appears to be a fun children's magazine, but is it? Could their possibly be werewolves, wizards, witches, Crumpled Horned Snarkacks, Lord Volwart, and a Ministry of Magic? Anything is possible, could the Ministry of Magic be a terrorist group that creates magical spells and enchantments to take the world by surprise? This reporter thinks there's more to this than meets the eye, I know I for one will be watching more carefully for new developments in this outstanding story.

Mr. Dursley didn't take the time to do any of these things however and noticed nothing, so when he got up to the door and was ushered in to his own house by a man he had never met before in his life, in orange robes, a long white beard, and half-mooned spectacles, his wife slightly behind and looking fearful and teary eyed, he didn't know what to think. He entered his own house awkwardly, looked at the bearded man and looked to Petunia worriedly.

"Mr. Dursley?" The man said in a rich, but somewhat saddened voice, which Mr. Dursley would half bet 200 pounds that it was normally cheerful.

"Yes?" Mr. Dursley asked nervously. He rubbed his two beefy hands together and felt them beginning to sweat. Only people he should be nervous and worried around made him do this.

"Mr. Dursley, my name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

A/N: Leaving it off here, next chapter will be out soon and if anyone ever figures out who Lord Mior is and why Mior, e-mail me, don't say in the reviews, a chapter and possibly a character will be dedicated to you. Lord Mior has a big role to play for the series. Hope you enjoyed please read and review.