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Chapter 1

The hot, dreary days of the summer past were now long gone. It was uncharacteristically wet, even for England's standards. Unbeknownst to almost everyone, including witches and wizards alike, it was a Turmoil Storm. Very few wizards or witches were able to produce a storm like this. One had to have strong feelings, very strong, for that was what made a strong wizard. Harry Potter was particularly powerful to have produced a storm of that magnitude.

He, of course, was oblivious to it all. He thought that the weather reflected his mood to a 'T.' He was not as... magically aware as most of his counter-parts, so he had no idea that it was he who covered almost half of Great Britain in the storm.

Most would think it was the sadness over losing his godfather in a duel with his very own cousin. Thus, making 'most' be wrong. In a sense, he was sad over losing his godfather, at first, but now his emotions had warped so badly that he now hated everyone that died. His parents and godfather most of all.

For instance, he scorned Cedric Diggory, who, Harry believed, let his foolish pride cause his own death. If he didn't try and act the part of the school house he didn't belong to, he would be alive. If would have just fallen and gave up, he would still be with the girl formerly of Harry's dreams. Harry had eventually came to peace with the memory of Cedric, after all, it was a week to his birthday, and he had these thoughts since the day he arrived home.

Sirius was easy to blame, Harry would reflect later. If he hadn't play around in that duel, they would have had Bellatrix Lestrange in custody and he would had his godfather. Fat lot of good that would do him, having an escaped con for a parental figure. It was also because of Sirius that he didn't have parents. If he didn't talk them out of changing Secret Keeper's, then they'd all be a big happy family!

His parent's were another pair of people that didn't deserve to die. Not cause they were perfect little people, like what Harry used to believe, but they didn't deserve the ever-lasting peace they have in their graves. They had to be stubborn and refuse Dumbledore's offer of being their Secret Keeper so they could have Sirius as their Keeper. Then they let him talk them out of it! Harry was mad because in his warped mind, he blamed them for orphaning him.

Harry was walking back up to his room to brood some more. He had to get some kind of sustenance inside of him. He rarely went down and discussed things with the Dursley's. he didn't exactly flourish in their warm familal atmosphere. It was pretty late, but not yet midnight. He was only a few feet from his room when something happened. It wasn't significant, but it was something. It was like an itch on his brain he couldn't at until he identified what happened. He hurriedly approached his room to look out the window. Through the downfall of rain, he barely made out what was obviously a wizard. He was in a dank cloak of grey, he also had a beard falling from the hood he had up that rivaled Dumbledore's. The amazing thing was that he was raising skeleton's.

The man must have been a Necromagus to be able to do that. They were a particularly rare kind of Magus. However, they weren't any stronger than an Animagus, just rare. Harry wasn't scared of the skeleton's or the wizard. Harry knew he must be a fairly weak Necromagus if he could only summon skeleton's. Skeleton's were fierce if you somehow got into physical contact with them, but extremely brittle and could incapacitate themselves if they got a few blows on someone. Harry, however, overlooked one little thing.

He looked back out the window deciding what to do. The wizard now had five skeleton's summoned. He came up with a plan and quickly made his way to the back door with a smirk on his face. If Sirius left him one thing, some how it was the thirst for adventure.

As the rain beat down on his head, he went to the side of the house. He hesitated for a second about using his magic, but decided he didn't care about what the Ministry did to him. He would fight this wizard and also fight the Aurors who came to get his wand. If he was going to go down, he would go down in a blaze of glory.

He peeked around the corner and notice four skeleton's approaching in single file towards him. He only smirked wider, this was way too easy. He pointed his wand towards the creatures and whispered, "Reducto," and watched as the Reductor Curse didn't even make a noise as it simply washed over all four, reducing them to dust and then the red light fazed out.

He quickly walked to where the man was last seen. Except he wasn't there. He now realized the man was summoning skeleton's too fast to be a mere Necromagus. There were about fifty skeleton's, ten zombies, and a few ghouls thrown in. This worried Harry. He quickly squashed his fear though. He did say he was going down in a blaze of glory, and dammit, he was. He wasn't going to go down without a fight though. He didn't know how to attack the zombie's or ghouls, just some of their strength's and weaknesses.

Zombie's were slow and like all Undead, immune to pain. They were like a tank, hard to take down, and would overwhelm you if they got their chance. Ghouls, on the other hand, were probably the most alive out of the Undead. They were strong, agile, and quick as a snitch.

Harry quickly decided to get rid of the skeleton's as quick as he could so he wouldn't get overwhelmed. He sent an other Reductor Curse, taking out nearly fifteen of their ranks. He then Banished another into a group, rendering them helpless as their bones flew every which way. In just two spells, he had cut the skeleton army in half.

The zombie's with their flesh falling off their bones hobbled and crawled towards Harry in a slow death march. Harry tried a Reductor on one, but some flesh and bone just splintered off and the zombie didn't even notice. Harry did notice that they didn't have very good reaction time, and decided to put a few holes in front on a couple, buying him a couple minutes. The Reductor was once again put to use when the lawn burst forth with sod and dirt showering the zombie's.

Harry again took out a few more skeleton's, decimating their troops even more. The ghouls, with their bat like faces and their muscular bodies were barely restrained in their hunger to rip Harry apart. Their jowls had slobber hanging from their mouths like thirsty, rabid dogs. Harry was ashamed to admit it, but he was afraid of what would happen when they did decide to attack. Until then, he wouldn't attack until they made a move; he didn't want to provoke them earlier then when he could handle them.

Harry was struck with an idea. He knew that some muggle's fought some of the more darker creatures and have won. And he remembered that fire tended to ward off zombie's and the like. Harry quickly shot a blue bell flame at one zombie to determine the consequence. The zombie wailed in what seemed like pain, as dark black smoke arose from the blue flames that had consumed the body. Harry regained his smirk as he quickly set the rest of the zombie's on fire, thinking he had got the upper hand.

That was until a ghoul hit him with a shoulder tackle, knocking him into the remaining skeleton's. He did take out the first few he hit, but they soon overwhelmed him, hitting and ripping. Harry somehow got a Reductor off before he took any more damage. It enveloped the rest of the skeleton's.

Harry got up, beaten and battered. He had many cuts from the bony hands of the skeleton's and a black eye was forming. All he had left was three ghouls, which Harry wasn't sure he could take. The funny thing was, he hadn't received one owl, nor any Aurors had shown up.

Harry didn't know what the properties of ghouls were. Professor Quirrel wasn't exactly brave enough to delve into the mildly powerful Undead. He barely could talk about skeleton's and zombie's.

Harry shot off an Impediment Jinx, trying to slow down the quick beasts. They however were too quick and dodged it easily. The ghouls still didn't attack him though. Harry didn't know what to do, when he looked to the sky, noticing the figure of the wizard standing on the roof.

He took a step off the house, Harry thought he might be a bit crazy until a large bone came rushing up to meet his foot. This happened until he reached the ground from his bone stairway.

Harry was finally able to make out the strange wizard's face. His hair was everywhere, wispy and wiry. His eyes had a crazed bulge about them. Almost like Luna Lovegood's, except they didn't have the warmth behind them and made her eyes look almost sane. He had a bony face with the skin hanging from his face and had dirt and oil in his beard.

"Hello Harry Potter." The man stated in a thick accent of a Russian.

"Who are you and how do you know my name?" Harry questioned with his wand pointed level with the man's head.

"My name is Rasputin, perhaps you've heard of me?" He asked. Harry thought the name might have sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place it. "No matter, I know you from this wonderful storm you have created. It has amplified my power tenfold. You have brought me out of hiding Harry, I need you as a wizard needs his wand. Come with me," the man purred.

Harry had no idea what he was talking about, and this Rasputin character seemed to read it through his eyes.

"I see that you are skeptical and don't know what I'm talking about. The thoughts you harbor for the dead are... invigorating. You have no idea what it feels like. I need you, preferably alive, but dead would be acceptable as well." Now that was something Harry could understand what he was talking about. Harry could understand threats on his life, after all, he's had more threats on his life than games he won in Quidditch.

"I just beat your army, how will you be better than fifty skeleton's?" Harry questioned. He wanted to taunt this man into attacking first. He never did like to make the first move.

"You're out-numbered my young friend," he said and Harry suddenly noticed out of each side of his eyes. He looked around and noticed that he was surrounded by skeleton's in robes. They were also twice as big as the first skeleton's with big claymore's in their hands.

"Did you think that I could only summon weaklings? With you near me, I can summon a hundred Skeleton Priests a second. Do you see why I need you Harry?" Harry didn't really hear him as he started getting afraid for his life.

As the rain beat down on his head, he realized he didn't want to see Sirius again so soon. Or his parents. He didn't really mean what he thought about them, they were just something to blame.

"Harry, if you keep these thoughts up, I'll have to kill you before you totally forgive them." The man warned. Harry now realized where the power was coming from. He tried in vain to quash his thoughts, but realized they needed to go away naturally.

As Harry turned back to the man, he noticed a wand tip glowing with green light, a sure sign of the Killing Curse. Just as the man started to finish the incantation, Hedwig dive bombed the wizard, disrupting the spell.

Hedwig settled on Harry's shoulder with a fire burning in her eyes at how the wizard tried to kill her master. Harry just smiled a thankful smile at his beloved bird. Harry turned to level his wand back at the wizard, waiting for the duel to begin.

As they circled each other, Rasputin was once again interrupted with his spell when an unearthly wailing shattered his concentration. He turned to look at his army swimming in a green fire. As both participants looked for the caster, Harry found him first.

Harry again realized why Dumbledore was feared by Voldemort. Harry feared for Rasputin's life because of the look on his professor's face. Rasputin finally found Dumbledore and his face seemed to grow even more crazy with rage.

Rasputin screamed in rage with a crazed look in his eye as he apparated away. Dumbledore's expression softened greatly as he looked to Harry and said, "Get your things, I'm taking you back to Headquarters, Harry."

AN: This is just for fun. Time to spew some inklings, I'll usually do it after a chapter. Sometimes funny and sometimes things that annoy me about fanfiction today. But for now, doesn't Draco Malfoy remind you of Stewie from The Family Guy? Call me crazy, but I think 'Stewie' when I read anything about Draco Malfoy. Anywho, that's it, Peace.