Harry Potter and the Devil's Apprentice
Summary: At the age of 7 Harry Potter disappeared. 10 years later, the world is in turmoil. The Order of the Phoenix struggles to survive as the Dark Lord reveals his mysterious Apprentice. AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
OK, so the question is: Is the guy in the picture Harry Potter and if he is whose side is he on? Well, I'm not telling.
But all Sirius cared about for the moment, was that his godson was out there somewhere. Searching through the rubble of a Death Eater attack was no way to spend your birthday.
Chapter 2: An Unwanted Birthday Present
"You know, searching through the rubble of a Death Eater attack is no way to spend your birthday," a tall brown-haired boy told his friend with a disdainful sniff. "Not that I care what you do," he added a little too quickly as an afterthought.
The raven-haired boy he was talking to leaned against a huge heap of rubble and rubbish beside him rolled his eyes, "Like the fact it's my birthday actually changes anything. The word 'birth' alone is completely contradicted by the constant presence of death."
"One thing's for sure," his friend joked, "this party you've got going on, the whole dig-through-rubble-thing, is way dead. It's as dead as disco."
"Not as dead as the Order of the Phoenix though," the other boy replied, absentmindedly fiddling with a piece of his t-shirt that was a small tug away from being completely torn off.
"Says the guy who's always talking about never underestimating others…"
"They're being picked off like flies! One of them got skinned alive just yesterday. I'm surprised they haven't thrown in the towel yet. What do they think they have that we don't anyway?" he asked before picking up a piece of the day's newspaper that had blown by. He flinched as he glanced at the front page, "I really should have disguised myself better. Someone could recognize me…"
The brunette beside him laughed, "You mean you should have disguised yourself in general. You did all of nothing to hide your identity. Well, almost nothing, just rushed straight here. I wouldn't worry about it too much if I were you though; it's not as if anyone we're involved with reads this Muggle crap."
"You know what? Brown hair doesn't suit you; you're a dumb blond through and through."
The blond-turned-brunette was about to throw something heavy at his friend when a female rescue worker interrupted their jovial spat.
"Lulu, Jay-Jay, shouldn't you two be home by now? It's getting late. Besides that three-hour lunch break you boys took, you've been here all day," she berated as she passed them.
'Lulu and Jay-Jay' both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"OK," said the green-eyed, raven-haired 'Jay-Jay', "maybe we should stop making up alternative names for each other. We get more brutal every time we do."
"At least we didn't pretend to be 'Rover and Queenie' this time. If we keep up this downward spiral of humiliating each other, we'll scare away all birds in London, none of them want to date a guy named after a female poodle."
"Is the opposite sex all you think about, Lulu?"
"Shut up, Jay-Jay."
Suddenly, the boy with the scraggly black hair became aware of something cold and wet on his hand. Looking down, he spotted a big black dog whining and panting eagerly at him. He grinned and scratched it behind the ears.
"And to think people consider you bad-ass…" his mate snorted.
"I am too bad-ass, you pansy." He looked down at the dog that was now sniffing him wildly. As the dog got close to his pocket, however, he jumped back in alarm, "Keep your big nose out of there!"
"Oh please, it's just a dog," the other boy snorted. "Not like he's gonna figure out what's in there. With the kind of pants you're wearing, all you need to worry about is that mutt getting lost in your pockets. Come on, we found what we were looking for, lets head out. I'm in desperate need of some prime rib, you should be too; you haven't eaten all day…"
"I think this dog is trying to tell me something, let's just follow him…"
"What the f…"
But before the blond in disguise could utter a single expletive, his friend had dashed after the dog that was leading him to a nearby alley. He sighed and followed his companion. When he finally caught up, however, something very peculiar happened. About five meters in front of them at the back of the alley the dog stopped, then started to change. Its body shifted and rearranged, morphing its very existence until it took on the human form of a tall man with long black hair and eyes the color of steel.
"Harry?" As the man posed the one-word question his eyes, full of nostalgia and something that could have been hope, never left the raven-haired boy.
Both of the boys widened their eyes in alarm, an exclamation of 'oh shit' was heard, and they both took off around a corner. The man tried to follow, but when he rounded the corner, there was no one in sight. Only one trace of evidence that the boys had been more than a hallucination remained: a small piece of an old t-shirt, lying on the path.
Yes I am being vague. Don't like it? Sucks to be you.
So are these two teens good? Bad? Somewhere in between? And who the hell are they anyway (this should be pretty darn obvious by the way – the nicknames they were using ARE a hint)? Find out in the next installment of Harry Potter and the Devil's Apprentice! OK, so maybe not the next installment, but the one after that you can get confirmation on who the two are (if I haven't changed my mind by then).
I haven't had much time to write and probably won't until football season is over. Right now my life goes as such: wake up, go to school, go to color guard practice, do massive amounts of homework, go to bed, rinse, and repeat. : P
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