Harry Potter and the Dark Lord

Chapter 2: The Unexpected Visitor

Summary: Set in Harry's sixth year. He encounters far more than he ever could have expected, but he does not have to go through it alone. An old friend returns to help him. Harry's defeat of Voldemort rests on him getting The Scepter of Light and Dark, something that would allow Voldemort to destroy the world if he can get the whole thing. Voldemort's powers are getting stronger and Harry has more than one encounter with him.

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This Chapter: Harry has an unexpected visitor.

Now.........on with the story!


Harry heard voices. He struggled to remember what had happened. Suddenly it hit him. He had been attacked by Death Eaters, but where was he now?

He had no idea. Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on a bed in a familiar room, yet he still did not know where he was.

The bed was surrounded by chairs, most of them unoccupied.

He heard someone say, "They're back again." He recognized that voice. It was Phineas Nigellus. But how could that be? The Order couldn't have known where he had been. He had probably been followed again.

"Harry, you're awake!" squealed one of his best friends, Hermione Granger.

"Hey Harry," said his other best friend, Ron Weasley.

"You're never going to believe what we found out. We've been here since the start of vacation and oh Harry, wait till you find out, it's amazing." said Hermione in one breath.

"Geez Hermione, you're going to talk his ears off." said Ron.

"But he needs to know." said Hermione. She was interrupted by someone walking in.

Ron and Hermione turned to see who had come in the room. Harry craned his neck to see, but felt such a sharp pain in his back that he stopped looking.

"Will you two leave us alone for a moment?" Harry heard the newcomer ask. Ron and Hermione left the room and Harry could see who it was. It was Albus Dumbledore.

"Harry, I thought you would have known better than to wander far from your home. Nonetheless, we were alerted shortly after you left by Mundungus, and Order members were dispatched at once. Although, it seems we were a little to late to save you from any harm. You will be remaining here at Grimmauld Place until we feel you have satisfactorily recovered." He turned to leave, but paused at the door.

"You have a visitor that is most anxious to see you. I will let him in and keep Ron and Hermione from coming in so as to allow you a bit of time alone with him." He then walked out the door.

Moments later the door opened again and Harry gasped.

"Sirius, but how.......?"

Sirius replied, "Even I can't answer that question, Harry. All I know is that after I fell through the veil , I felt something push me back out. I transformed into the dog and snuck out of the Ministry. Very few people know I am alive."

"Is that what Hermione was trying to tell me?"

"Yes, I believe so. Right now you need to be resting. You really hurt yourself when you went flying into that wall."

"But Sirius, Lucius Malfoy did it! He escaped from Azkaban!" Harry cried. Sirius got up to leave."Sirius, please stay with me."

"I'm sorry. I can't right now, but I will be back up later, I promise." He gave Harry a gentle hug and left the room. Harry lay on his bed, very confused. Everyone had told him Sirius was dead, even Dumbledore. Yet how had Sirius escaped death?

Was it because he was an Animagus? Or was something else going on?

Harry sank into sleep. When he woke up again, it was evening, and Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were sitting around his bed.

"Hey," he said to them.

"Harry, how are you doing?" asked Ron.

"Fine." he said. Just then Mrs. Weasley came into the room carrying a tray.

"Here's your dinner, Harry dear." she said, enchanting the tray to hover inches above his legs.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley." he said.

"Don't worry Harry, you should be up and about in no time." she said, giving Ron, Hermione, and Sirius a look.

"I'll be back to get your tray when you're done, Harry." she said, leaving the room. Harry picked at his food. He wasn't very hungry, especially since he was so confused. There were so many things that confused him, especially Sirius's miraculous survival and Mrs. Weasley's look.

After Mrs. Weasley left, Harry thought a minute and then demanded, "What's going on?"

"W-we don't know what you're talking about, Harry." stammered Hermione.

"Oh, I think you do." said Harry, his voice shaking with anger. He wanted to get up and shout at them. He swung his legs to the side of the bed and pushed himself off. He knew at once that this was a mistake.

His legs collapsed under him and he fell forward towards the floor. Sirius caught him just before his head hit the ground.Together, Sirius and Ron put him back into bed.

"We're really, really sorry Harry. Dumbledore told us not to tell." said Hermione, sounding like she was holding back tears.

"He wasn't sure how you'd take the news." added Ron.

"DUMBLEDORE MADE YOU! HE'S ALWAYS HAVING YOU TWO KEEP THINGS FROM ME! IT'S NOT FAIR! THIS IS MY LIFE AND DUMBLEDORE CANT EVEN TELL ME HIMSELF!" Harry shouted.

"Harry, please calm down, you'll hurt yourself more." said Hermione, whose voice was shaking.

"I DON'T WANT TO CALM DOWN!" shouted Harry back, but stopped himself, feeling the pain in his back for the first time.

"I'm sorry," said Harry meekly.

"I'm just really angry."

"Here Harry, eat your dinner." said Ron.

"No thanks," he said roughly. "I'm not hungry."

"All right then." replied Ron.

"We'll just let you rest now, then." said Hermione, leading the way out of the room.

Harry tried to sleep, but couldn't. He was still confused. Why had Dumbledore kept his condition from him?

Why hadn't he been taken to St. Mungo's or something, so they could fix him?

They were wizards, after all. He had thought they could heal anything.


Next Chapter: Dumbledore Explains