Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter

Chapter 1

Silent Death

Daniel tossed and turned as the light of the sun blazed though his bedroom curtains. The sky was clear and there wasn't a cloud in sight. He sat up slowly rubbing his eyes. "Dan! Get down here and eat your breakfast" shouted Daniel's mum. Daniel moaned and rubbed his scar. "5 more minutes Mum"

He pulled the quilt back over his body and slowly dozed off. The sound of loud foot steps walking up the stairs woke him up again. Daniel's mum walked in and threw the quilt off Daniel. "Daniel Radcliffe! Get up and eat your breakfast."

Daniel sat up slowly and looked around. "I'm still tired" replied Daniel. "Well that's your fault for staying up to late. Now off you go!"

Daniel got out of bed and slowly walked down the stairs with his eyes half closed. On his way down the stairs he bumped into Emma and fell backwards. "Oh sorry Daniel" said Emma. Daniel stood up and rubbed his head. "That's all right" he said, rubbing the bump that now appeared. Emma smiled. She grabbed Daniel's arm and led him down the stairs and into the brightly lit kitchen.

Daniel squinted and tears formed in his eyes. "Ow! I cannot see."

Emma dimmed the lights a little and picked up a pair of round glasses from the table in the middle of the kitchen. "Here put these on" Emma whispered. Daniel took the glasses and shoved them onto his face hastily. "That's a little better… but it's the light that is hurting my eyes. I am still bloody tired."

Emma told Daniel to be quiet as a tall, dark figure entered the room. He had a pointed hat and a long white beard that reached his waist and wore a long dark cloak that wrapped around his neck. Emma stepped in front of Daniel and shook his shoulders lightly. "Daniel, Dumbledore is here!" Emma said hastily. Daniel looked at the tall figure then folded his arms on his stomach tightly. "Daniel, are you okay?" Emma asked. Daniel groaned then replied, "Yeah fine. Just a little stomach ache."

Dumbledore walked further into the kitchen. He pulled out his wand and waved it slightly in the air. A glass and jug appeared. The jug titled forwards pouring a greenish liquid into the tall thin glass. Dumbledore waved his wand a second time and the liquid filled jug vanished into thin air. "Drink this. It should help"

Daniel took the glass still floating in mid-air and gulped it down quickly. His eyes widened and he spat the drink out in front of himself.

"That is disgusting!" Emma restrained herself from laughing in Dumbledore's presence, but couldn't help herself. She let out a short giggle then bit her finger to calm herself down. "Well that worked" said Dumbledore grinning to himself. Daniel rubbed the excess liquid off his mouth and groaned. He sat down on a near by chair and rubbed his stomach. Emma walked over with a deep concerned look upon her face. "Daniel, are you sure you are okay? You do look very pale"

Rupert Grint walked along the pathway and along an empty street. He reached a medium size house and stopped outside the main gate. The gate was rusty and the hinges were stiff. He yelled and listened for a reply.

"I don't exactly feel to good right now" groaned Daniel. Emma kneeled down in front of him. She stared at Dumbledore over his shoulder who, seemed to be listening to something. "Professor, is there something you can do to help Daniel?"

Dumbledore's face turned to a concerned expression. "I am sorry Ms Watson; magic cannot cure a common illness"

"But how do you know it is common?" Dumbledore rubbed his head then replied with…almost a cheerful smile upon his face. "There has been no case of what Daniel may have in the wizarding world."

Emma stood up straight as a familiar voice was heard from outside. "Wait here." said Dumbledore. Both Emma and Daniel watched as Dumbledore walked out the front door and soon came back with a red haired boy. "Rupert!" shouted Emma. Rupert gave a big grin and looked towards Daniel who was trying to smile but was in too much pain to do so. "Hey Dan, are you alright?"

Daniel slumped in his chair and grabbed a bowl of cereal from the table. "Yeah, I am fine."

He gave a huge sigh and started to munch on his cornflakes. Dumbledore waved his wand and Daniel's cornflakes vanished into thin air. "Hey I was eating that!"

"I am sorry Daniel, but we have more important issues to talk about. There have been report cases of dementors joining forces with He-who-must-not-be-named." Rupert and Emma were speechless. "B…but is that possible?" asked Emma. "I thought dementors were supposed to be guarding Azkaban."

Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Yes Ms Watson. That is the problem. We don't know how or why the dementors have changed their minds and joined the dark lord."

Daniel murmured slightly as he rubbed his stinging scar. Rupert turned to Daniel but didn't take much notice. A few moments later Harry screamed and pushed his fingers onto the now burning lightning bolt shape on his forehead. Dumbledore immediately took out his wand followed by Emma and Rupert, all of which were aiming straight at the kitchen door. Daniel could hear a scream as he took to be his mothers. He forced his hand off his scar and ran out the kitchen to find his mother. Dumbledore shouted after him but Daniel took no notice. He ran down the hall and through some open doors. A dark floating cloth appeared from behind a door that Daniel recently ran through. He jerked round and rushed to pull his wand out of his pocket.

Dumbledore, Emma and Rupert waited concernedly for Daniel to arrive back. As a few moments passed and nothing happened, Dumbledore headed out the kitchen door, later followed by Emma and Rupert. They walked down the same hall Daniel took and through the same doors. They reached the dark floating cloth that was now visible to be seen as a dementor. Daniel explored his past as to find a powerful memory. As soon as he had found one, he waved his wand once and shouted, "EXPECTO PERTRONUM!"

A bright light filled his wands tip and soon spread a few meters around. The dementor shrieked and glided out an open window. Daniel smiled as he was successful in repelling the dementor. Dumbledore walked on, holding out a hand to stop Emma, Rupert and Daniel from following. He passed through a broken door then froze. There…lying perfectly still on the floor with blood flowing freely from her mouth was Daniel's mother. "Oh my goodness!" Daniel heard the remark and headed straight for Dumbledore. He ran down the corridor and through the broken door. He pushed through Dumbledore's cloak and looked to the ground. "Mum?"

Daniel looked up at the ceiling. A black mark was printed. It was the 'dark mark'. Tears burned in Daniels eyes as he rushed to his mother's side. He gripped her hand and rested his lightning bolt scar gently on her chest.

Emma and Rupert both walked back and for on the spot waiting for Dumbledore and Daniel to return. "What could be taking them so long?" asked Rupert. Emma looked up at Rupert and gently replied, "I think we should find out ourselves."

On that, both of them headed down to where Daniel and Dumbledore were. They stopped at the broken door as they could hear the faint crying of Daniel. "I wonder what is wrong." said Emma. Rupert shrugged. He poked his head around the door followed by Emma who slowly walked in. There was silence in the room. The only thing that could be heard was Daniel's quiet whimpering and the silent sound of death…