Disclaimer:
I don't own anything in relation to Harry Potter except for my own copies of the books. This was written just for the enjoyment of writing and i make no money off it.

Summery:
Post HBP. Voldemort has started his cleansing of the muggle populace and the newly instated Order Of The Phoenix with a new mysterious leader is trying to stop them. Harry disappears and no one knows where he has gone. Will he ever come back? What will the world do without their saviour and who the hell are the Proeliator Umbra?

Chapter One
Dreams Or Visions?

This day was not a happy one but most days were not happy ever since the death of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the prestigious Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, and the Head of the Wizengamot. The worst part of this ordeal was that he did not simply die of natural occurrence (as one would expect a man of one and a half centuries old to have died of) but was murdered; assassinated in an attempt masterminded by the worst dark wizard to date, Tom Marvalo Riddle, known to most as Lord Voldemort and executed by a man that Dumbledore trusted and defended when others were still suspicious of him. In the wake of his death one can only speculate that horrible and unimaginable deeds would be carried out and Voldemort would only get more violent.

On a moor of undisclosed location an unnatural fog sat never moving and never faltering, shielding the moor's contents from unwanted eyes (which was just about everyone). At the centre of this moor was a mansion of dark design, radiating grandeur and malice. The front double doors stood as tall as two people and as wide as five people standing side by side, glaring upon the pathway daring anyone unfortunate to approach it to knock on it: its handle an intricately crafted cobra poised for the attack, its fangs exposed. Scored on the door in a sickening green ash, forming a frightening symbol that struck fear whenever it was seen in the wizarding world, was the image of a skull with a snake emerging from its mouth replacing the tongue.

One would assume the blood curdling screams that emanated from the mansion could be heard all across the country but it was not, thanks again to the power of the fog. In the main room of the house stands a granite throne gilded with statue in the images of serpentine persuasion, and sitting upon it is a man who no longer resembles a human being; his looks matching his throne. Voldemort's eyes were red slits on his face which glared into people's very souls. This however was not the most disturbing feature of his face; that being the satisfied smile that contorted his snake like features as he watched a man being painfully tortured.

Mundungus Fletcher, a member of the Order of the Phoenix (an organization devoted to ending the war caused by Voldemort), was chained to the floor by shackles the shade of shadows. His clothes were bloodied, ripped in many places and beads of desperate perspiration were falling from his face. The man in front of him was dressed in a completely black robe with a haunting mask hiding his face and a wand in his left hand pointed at Mundungus' heart. He was a death eater, one of Voldemort's followers.

Mundungus was panting for breath and spoke through gritted teeth, "I will tell you nothing. I may be a criminal but I am still loyal to the order."

The death eater's eyes suddenly shone a colour that can only be described as molten gold as he flourished his wand and without uttering a word, bolts of electricity were pulsing through Mundungus' body, with every second the intensity increasing, his screams become louder and more desperate.

"All right…All right…I'll…Talk… Just…STOP!" he shouted between cries of pain. The pulsing stopped as he continued, "The order has been… disbanded due to… its leader's death. Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes… will find a worthy candidate… to take his place."

"Let me guess. Potter?" asked the sinister voice of Voldemort.

"Not necessarily. It could be anyone at all. It is all Fawkes' decision."

"Very well." He turned to the death eater as he said. "I have what I need. You may kill him now."

"What?" yelled Mundungus. "Don't kill me! I can help you, I can spy for you, I can be your loyal servant, I can…Ahhh." His rant was cut off as the death eater turned his wand at Mundungus while his eyes glowed red. The air around him became super heated and Mundungus' screams filled the air as his flesh was melted from his ash stricken bones.

"I applaud your effort. Well done indeed, you will be a very good death eater. Most would have the cruciatus curse to torture him and a simple killing curse to be rid of him" said Voldemort.

"Thank you, my liege. The wise know that there are far more painful things than the cruciatus curse and fates far worse than the Avada Kedavra" replied the ominous voiced death eater. "Is there anything else you desire, my lord?"

"No. You may go now."

"As you wish, my lord." He bowed slightly and stepped back from the room. When he was safely in the corridor, he took from within his robes a magazine and at turning it to the appropriate page, subsequently turned it upside down, while walking down the hall to his private chambers. Tomorrow he would have to wake early as he had much to do before the summer had ended.

"The Quibbler?" said the greasy haired ex-potions master of Hogwarts: the person who had murdered Dumbledore. "I would have expected one of our Lord's most esteemed followers would read something better than that tripe."

"Snivellus, you would be surprised to find out the number of interesting and very informative articles that the Quibbler actually publishes" chuckled the death eater as he passed by former-professor Severus Snape. A scowl appeared on the man in question's face at this retort.

"You think you're better than me just because the Dark Lord values your skill but you have done nothing at all since you joined us."

"Actually, I was in a torture session just before, interrogating an Order member, one of your old comrades."

"And I guess that you think that qualifies you to lead one of the cleansing teams, doesn't it? You're as arrogant as Potter is."

"If you really want to know, I took your old job."

"You? A Spy? How can you make an adequate spy when you stick out so much? The Order will never trust you."

"I have my ways. Before this summer is gone, they will definitely trust me, enough to make me one of them."

"There it is again. Such arrogance. I am certain that you are in some way related to Potter."

"It is justified arrogance if I say so myself."

"Justified? What have you ever done for us? How have you proven yourself?"

"If you would wait until the end of the summer you will find out. My exams will be completed by then."

"Exams? You are doing exams in the name of the Dark Lord? Oh how valuable a contribution that is to our cause."

"Those exams will allow me to proceed with the next stage of my infiltration. I also plan to impress them with passing the Unspoken Test."

"An Unspoken Test? You can't honestly believe you can even survive that. Many of the best wizards and witches have died taking that test and those who have are revered for their skill. Something I must mention that you do not have. There is a reason why people stay clear of an Unspeakable. They are powerful, more powerful than you could ever be."

"We'll see about that when I get my results, eh? Now if you would excuse me, I have to get up early tomorrow and I would appreciate it if I could get to my room as soon as possible. Even death eaters need their beauty sleep" and with that he walked away with out another thought to Snape, his attention back to his upturned magazine.

After traveling across the vast mansion the death eater walked into his room and dropped his magazine on the bedside cabinet. He walked to the sink in the adjacent bathroom where a mirror hung above it. Facing the mirror, he lowered his hood to fully reveal his terrifying mask.

"Oh, what I have to put up with, heh? Today was such a long day. First I had to go to Surrey and then I had to come back for that stupid interrogation. It almost sickens me. And what is up with this uniform we have? It's not practical at all. I mean, I can't see that properly through this mask." He removed said mask to reveal his face.

His hair was raven black and unruly, never to conform to the managing of a comb, or magic for that matter; his eyes shone a brilliant emerald green that would captivate anyone who stared into them. His forehead was covered by a black bandana but he removed that also he showcased his most prominent feature which was a thin lightning bolt scar just above the eyebrow. As he touched his hand to his scar he started to chuckle which immediately became maniacal laughter that would chill any heart.

"Nooo!" screamed Harry James Potter at the top of his voice waking from his all too vivid dream; his breathing erratic. His friends in the compartment looked towards him with panic and concern in their eyes. Blood was tricking down from his forehead.

Author's Notes:
Yay, my first Author's notes and yay, my first chapter of my first fan fiction is done. Sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger but it had to be done. This chapter is just so I can introduce a couple of things critical to my plot. In the next chapter I will concentrate more on Harry. Romance is not my forte but I will include aspects in the second chapter. For the inquisitive ones reading, I will tell you now that this will be a Harry/Hermione story, just because I think that they were meant to be together (in my opinion). It's just that there are going to be a few misadventures and comical coincidences before that.
He He He. (Evil grin)

PS: This chapter was changed from what it originally was like. The reason for this is explained at the beginning of chapter three.