Darkness cometh

Author: KumikoVegeta aka Yasmine1

Email: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, this would all be in the book…. But alas I do not. So don't sue. This is a Draco/Harry friendship story. NO SLASH! But I don't think I want them with anybody… I haven't decided yet.

Summary: It was an ancient spell, to allow your soul to live on while the body died. " Albus sighed. "We believe that Voldemort is alive in a child."

A/N: I will be putting flashbacks into this story so that you get an understanding of what happened in the last ten years. Also Mordes is a muggle. Lucius and other Death Eaters have been in the dark for ten years but only Lucius disappeared five years ago. Also this is taking place in 2007.

A/N: Also due to the sixth book, this will be considered AU. I will be including some things that happened in the sixth book but not all. With that out of the way… on with the story

Chapter 2

Albus Dumbledore, the first Headmaster to fight two evil Dark Lords and live, was a good man. He was fair and often would light the mood with a good Lemon Drop. He was funny and had a sense of knowing everything there was to know about a person. Albus Dumbledore was an even better Wizard, very powerful. But Albus was old and tired. It showed in his eyes. They twinkled less. And Albus Dumbledore, the greatest man alive, died the day after the greatest fight between good and evil. He simply closed his eyes and never woke up. It was the most honorable way to go. But before he did he warned the world of what he thought would happen.

Flashback

Albus looked over all the beds in the infirmary. They held the sick and the injured. Even the dying. People that he taught, people that he saw get married or even people he was there when they were born. Despite the grief that would hit him later as he slept, he felt at peace. Finally. He walked over to two beds in particular. They held two boys who were currently glaring at each other. One boy held a patch of his right eye and a bandage around his arm and head. His gray eyes held no hatred only annoyance as he took in the other boy.

The other boy was the exact opposite from the one glaring. He held a patch over his left eye and a bandage around his torso. His unruly black hair sticking up just like the perfect hair of whitish blond on the other boys' head. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The biggest rivals the school of Hogwarts has ever seen. These boys were known for their fighting. Looking at them he chuckled. Even he had found some of the things they did to each other funny. But the whole of Hogwarts were plenty shocked when they found out that the two became friends at the end of their sixth year.

"Malfoy? I told you that Nott wasn't dead! You didn't listen to me as usual and look where we are! I wanted to be able to NOT go to the Infirmary!" Harry glared his un-bandaged green eye. Draco only glared back

"I told you and I will keep telling you that it wasn't Nott. Nott was fighting Weasley not us. We were fighting Parkinson! And they look nothing a like so I don't see why you keep getting them confused! And you go to the infirmary after stubbing your toe you wanker!" Once again they were at it. Even though they had destroyed the Dark Lord yesterday.

"Boys. I do want you to come up to my office before the celebrations. There is something I wish to discuss with you. Severus will come and accompany you." Albus smiled down on the two boys. They were like grandsons to him.

"Yes sir!"

The knock on the door brought Albus out of his musings. He knew that this meeting was going to be a difficult one. Especially after yesterday. He was happy that there really weren't that many casualties. But he was a little confused that Voldemort simply didn't exist. And that the mark was taken off of Severus' arm before he died not after. Also a lot of the inner circle Death Eaters disappeared instantly when Voldemort fell. He got a bad feeling. He looked at the door, ah Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermonie, and Severus. That makes up the rest of the Order. Everybody else was either in the Infirmary or in the office talking.

"Ok My fellow fighters! Today marks the day of peace, and tonight we will celebrate. Voldemort was destroyed. His soul was sent to the last level of Hell." A small applause broke out. Some people's eyes tearing up and the atmosphere lightened. It was like everybody was hit with a cheering charm. Poor Flitwich. May he rest in peace.

"But that is not why I brought you here. What I have to tell you is only an assumption. I have known each of you for some time. Remus, I watched you grow around all the prejudice in this world. I watched you and your friend perform such feats at such a tender age. Thank you. Severus, you have put your life in danger so many times. You were able to give us information that we would have never been able to receive. We owe this victory to your fearlessness. Thank you. Ron and Hermonie, due to your brains we were able to strategies enough to push Voldemort and his follows into the trap without them noticing. Thank you. Draco due to your quick thinking Harry was able to get close enough to Voldemort to kill him. And Harry…. Words can not begin to express how indebted to you we as a people are. We took everything from you, and all for this moment." Albus sat down suddenly. His head swimming for a moment. Several hands reached out for him but he only shrugged them off. It was then that they knew he was weak.

"I'm ok. I wanted to say these things to you because I feel that if I don't everything we have accomplished today will be in vain. But I fear that that is the case anyway."

"Albus what do you mean?" Minerva leaned in her chair towards him, her stern face softened as she looked him over.

"I have an idea that I wish to tell you all. Simply because it may cost us lives if I do not. The Death of Voldemort was not easy. He had many layers of power surrounding his body. We all felt it when he finally died. But throughout all those layers there was one that I had not felt. I didn't feel his soul."

"Professor I don't understand. When I killed him I saw a misty figure leave his body and disappear. This was after the seven blast of power that left his body. Wasn't that his soul?" Harry frowned; he remembered it well and would for the rest of his days.

"You watched his soul leave the body, yes; you did not feel the power surge from that separation. I believe that the soul is no longer in the body. And that Voldemort is dead. But I believe his soul is not. This could mean two things. The soul tried to escape, but without a body and all the layers of his magic it simply ceased to be or it was reborn." The outcry was fierce. People began to jump up, loud voices and even louder curses and through out it all only two people did not jump up. Two boys kept their eyes on Albus the whole time. And soon the room was quiet.

"Are you saying that you believe that Voldemort sent his soul to be reborn?" Draco looked at Albus, hiding the feelings that grew in him. Harry sat beside him. His eyes full of determination but also an underlining of fear. Fear that he would have to fight him again.

"It's an ancient spell. One I thought gone but here nonetheless. It will force the soul to be reborn. It still contains the memories and knowledge but will take some time to get them. I believe that he has sent his soul into a child. Children are the only beings that can accept a soul. He would have had to kill the child and enter immediately. This way he would be born but still have all the memories from his past life. I don't know if this is what he did but just in case. Celebrate. Cry thanks to the Heavens. Party and be joyful. But always remember. Remember that this may not last. Remember that another may rise again. Harry if you ever feel your scar again, please contact Draco. Draco, we will be sending contacts all over the world that will be checking the area for spikes in Dark magic. If Harry's scar ever hurts he will tell you and I want you to contact them."

"Can I be a contact?" Remus raised his hand. His face was older and a little worn from all the transformations that he went thru during the battle.

"Yes Remus that will do nicely. I will leave the contacts to Minerva. She will handle where everybody goes. Now let's go down and eat."

Everybody got up; the feeling was of a very short victory. Albus watched them leave except Severus and Minerva. They watched their chief carefully. He looked tired. He smiled at them from his chair.

"Go on I'll be down. I need you guys to set up the contacts for Draco. And get the contacts stationed. I have no idea how many we will need but I think we should have many. I don't know how long we have before he comes back but we should do this now. Now go on. I'll meet you down."

"Of course Albus. Don't wait too long. The children want to see you." Minerva smiled and walked out.

"I'll not walk away to leave you alone. But I wish not too see. You were a good mentor to me Albus and I appreciate everything you have done for me." Severus nodded in his direction before walking away.

"My dear children. How I'll miss you." Those were his last words. And like a candle he was gone. And slowly a portrait formed on the wall at the top of the stairs. There Albus sat eating lemon drops and laughing at what he saw out the window in his picture.

Minerva met Severus in the Hall way leading to the Great Hall. She had tears coming from her eyes and could feel the castle shifting to her aura as Headmistress. He slowly took her in his arms as he too felt the shift in magic. The Castle seemed to cry in its foundation as the Headmaster passed on.

Flash forward

Draco looked at Harry before he stood up and grabbed the phone. He had memorized all the numbers he would need to call. After Albus died the Order of the Phoenix had sat down and discussed who the contacts should be and where. Draco was the one that suggested that Voldemort may come back as a muggle. So they had the contacts check regularly for spikes in magic, dark magic or even magical signatures out of nowhere. They had fourteen contacts. Most were volunteers from families that had ended due to Voldemort and his Death eaters. Others were from the Order. Bill Weasley and Charlie were living in America. Remus was in Australia. Molly Weasley and Percy were living in Italy. Blaise Zambini moved to Russia. Theodore Nott lived in Germany with his sister Rebecca.

He had got thru half of the list before he received an odd answer. A woman by the name of Denise Storm had seen a wizard which turned out to be Remus looking a little odd that morning. She had heard from a cousin that there were people all over the world checking for new dark lords to rise up. Thinking she was right she walked up to Remus and told him that she felt something in her neighborhood the other day. She told him that it was a cold feeling. Like the whole neighborhood went cold in temperature one second and then was back to normal a second later. She didn't know what this meant or if this is what he is looking for. Then she just walked away.

Remus contacted the other witch in the area. She said she didn't feel anything, but Remus decided to tell Draco about it anyway. Draco told Remus that Harry's scar was hurting this morning. Remus thanked him and called the other witch. Harry came back just as Draco was finishing. All his contacts came up with nothing except for Remus. Harry smiled at Draco before sitting down on the couch and laying his head back.

"Draco, did you find anything?"

"Remus told me a woman came up to him and mentioned a temperature change. Said it went cold all of a sudden and then hot. Remus contacted Emily who said she hadn't noticed anything. I think maybe we ought to double the contacts in Australia. What do you think?"

"I don't know. What if it was a fluke? I'd hate to double in one area only to have him surface where there is nobody. I think it is clear that he is a muggle. No body can cover their signature for ten years only to accidentally let it spark. Let's wait a week before doing anything with the contacts."

"That's fine. We'll wait. Hopefully it was just a fluke."

Meanwhile

I can feel the power growing in me. I can feel the heat and the cold air running over my body. I'm scared and yet I feel like the world is mine to command. I can feel it die down as soon as it starts up. And then the block is back in my mind. I wonder if I was the only one to feel it. If maybe it was broadcasts to a lot of people. I'm scared again. I can feel the heat coming on me again. I can feel the power surging and again… but I can't stop it. The power is flowing from me and I can't stop the power. I hear screams coming from downstairs. My mother is yelling but I can't make out what she is saying. I look down at my hands and see them blink, transform into hands of an older man. Just as I jump up from the bed I hear the yelling and the blasting. I'm not scared of that, but of what I will see when I look into my mirror.

All I see is my face, but there are red eyes where they weren't before. And there is a crazy laugh coming from behind me. I looked behind me in the mirror and I see it. A shadowed figure with a long hood and a long black robe. I wanted to scream as it came upon me. I wanted to pull away as its skeleton hand grasp my shoulder. I watched in horror as it lifted its shadow face and I saw the same red eyes. I screamed. And the door of my room was blasted from its hinges. Two men flew in and pointed sticks or something at me.

"DIE VOLDEMORT!"

I'm not sure what happened, but the room was suddenly engulfed with flames. The two men shot something at me and I was sent flying to the other side of my room. My body hit the wall pretty hard and I felt dazed. They simply disappeared. But I could feel the blood leaving my head at a fast rate. I watched the Red eyed man look down on me again.

"You will be stronger! I shall not have a son so weak. My presence came too soon. I'll leave you and wipe your memory. Do you wish to know the truth boy?" his voice was in a low hiss. I think he was talking to me in a different language but I'm so dizzy now I can't even move away from him.

"Please help me." I can feel my eyes drooping and my heart is beating in my ears. The flames are engulfing my room so fast I can barely feel the heat.

"DO YOU WANT THE TRUTH?"

"Please save me! I can't move. I'll die. Yes. I want to know the truth."

"I shall save you this time. And I will leave you. But I will return and you will be stronger or I shall rip from your body what I gave you. Sleep."

And my eyes fell closed. And Darkness surrounded me. And in the darkness were the Red eyes. And I knew without a doubt that I was seeing Voldemort. My father.

TBC

A/N: Please review… tell me what you think. This was not my best chapter so if a lot of people don't like it I may rewrite it. Anyway Review and I'll see ya in the next chapter