A/N: This is my first fan-fic. Ever. So easy with the flaming, if you see something you don't like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or gang, or else I wouldn't be writing this.
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Twisted Premonitions
Chapter 1
Phase Two
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Hermione and her parents were staying over at the Order of the Phoenix's HQ at Grimmauld Place for the summer, because it wasn't safe for them to stay at their home anymore. Death Eaters, Dark Lord Voldemort's vicious followers, were rampant, attacking mostly Muggle-born homes since the death of Albus Dumbledore only a month ago. Was it really only a month ago? Hermione thought. It seems like its been forever since the funeral. She was staring idly out the front window of the HQ, lost in her own thoughts, when suddenly a familiar snowy owl fly towards her. "Hedwig!" Hermione cried. "What do you got there?" On the envelope, it said "To Ron and Hermione, From Harry." She guessed Harry didn't know that Ron went back home with his family. She opened the letter excitedly and began to read it:
Dear Ron and Hermione,
I'm sorry I haven't wrote in so long. I must have you two worried sick about me. For the record, I'm fine. I went back to the Dursleys', as you already know, and told them about what happened. They seemed interested in what I had to say, yet I think so just because they know I'm of age and can use magic outside of school. I stayed with them a few days, as Dumbledore wished(she noticed his handwriting getting a little shaky at this point), but they seemed uncomfortable with a boy marked by the most wretched Dark Wizard to date staying under their roof, so I left.
Here's where things get interesting – I was off flying to the Ministry's office, to take my Apparition test, when guess who shows up? None other than the Dark Lord's pet herself, Bellatrix Lestrange. She had been following me with the intention of capturing me. We got into a duel, and I knocked her out with the Stunning spell quickly. With that on my mind, I still happened to pass the Apparition test with flying colours. I was heading back on my broom to Diagon Alley, where I was staying, when Lestrange shows up again, this time on a broom of her own. We did a aerial duel, and I stunned her off of her broom, this time sending a Killing Curse after her. I didn't check if it hit her or not, but I hope it did.
How are you two doing? I'm very worried that Voldemort's Death Eaters might come and capture you. Please send a letter back with Hedwig, I want to know that you all are safe. And how is Ginny holding up? Tell her I'm coming to the Burrow next week, and that I'm fine, and I miss her. Right now I'm about to take off to Godric's Hollow, look for any clues about any of Voldemort's Horcruxes there.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Harry Potter
Hermione read the letter in awe. How much can a person's death change you? she thought to herself. She had noticed how coldly Harry wrote about his family, a murder, and even his girlfriend. She was lost in thought yet again when a voice interrupted her reverie.
"What's this, Hermione?" said Remus Lupin, her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in her third year, and a member of the Order. "It's a note from Harry, he says he's fine," she replied. Lupin smiled at this, but was shocked to hear what was to come. "He says he's killed Bellatrix Lestrange."
"What?" shouted Lupin. This turn of events was shocking – Bellatrix Lestrange, being Lord Voldemort's progeny, was a powerful witch schooled personally by the Dark Lord himself. How Harry Potter, a talented wizard, yes, but not knowing near as much as Lestrange, killed her, was almost unfathomable.
"What is it?" said Ron Weasley, who had came out of the Floo first, heard the shout and went up to investigate. "Harry sent us a letter, Ron. He says he's killed Bellatrix Lestrange." Ron glanced at Lupin's face, which was in awe, and his face followed.
"We need to tell this to the rest of the Order," said Lupin, after a few seconds. They heard Molly Weasley, Ron's mother, yell "Ronald Weasley! Where are you?" As Hermione, Ron, and Lupin started downstairs, they heard Ron's brother George remark something about him getting lost in the Floo network, followed by his twin Fred cracking a joke about Ron stammering.
"There you are," said Mrs. Weasley when Ron made it downstairs. "Hello, Hermione, Remus. Nice to see you."
"Nice to see you too, Molly," replied Lupin. "Call the rest of the Order, we need to have a meeting."
"About what?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Hermione has received a note from Harry. He says he has killed Bellatrix Lestrange." replied Lupin.
"Harry did what?" said Ginny Weasley, who had just came out of the Floo.
"He killed Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Voldemort's favorite Death Eater." repeated Lupin.
The room was mostly silent, as "wow"s and looks of awe were exchanged. Ginny Weasley looked very worried, and voiced everyone's fears.
"Won't Voldemort come after him with a vengeance now?" she asked.
"That's what we're afraid of," answered Lupin. "That's why we need to call a meeting."
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Lord Voldemort was angry. No, not angry, he was way past that. He was infuriated. How could Bellatrix have failed me? he thought. She was my most powerful and loyal Death Eater. No matter, I need to call a meeting and initiate Phase Two. He laughed wickedly. He knew he already had the brains of Potter's team coming to his side, he wasn't worried about that. She'll be my new progeny, the Granger mudblood. According to Severus, she's grown in power extremely. It'll be interesting to see her fall into my trap, and even more interesting to see her try to resist the power of Dark Magic.
He touched his wand to the Dark Mark. Within five minutes, his loyal Death Eaters arrived.
"What is your bidding, my master?" Lucius Malfoy asked.
"Now," Voldemort said to his minions, "You all know how the Potter pest killed Bellatrix. I want him captured! Now! Don't just stand there! He's headed to Godric's Hollow! I want him in my grasp within twenty minutes, or all of you will suffer!"
Lucius scowled underneath his mask. The insufferable wench, Voldemort's pet, had been killed by none other than the Boy-Who-Lived. He thought it to be ironic. Then his mind wandered to how fun it would be to capture Potter, and disapparated to Godric's Hollow with his fellow Death Eaters.
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Harry Potter was flying around on his Firebolt broom, trying to keep his mind off of several things. First of all, he lied to Ron and Hermione. He wasn't fine. Pain seared through his left arm, as he grasped the wound that was result of his battle with Lestrange, who he shot a killing curse at out of fury. She shouldn't of kept chasing and taunting me, he thought. But was that what she deserved? Yes, it was, she was as foul as Voldemort himself. he kept telling himself. But he still had doubt. To his relief, he got a note back from Ron and Hermione, saying they were alright, and to come to Grimmauld Place instead of the Burrow, because Ron's family was staying there for the rest of the summer. They were also impressed, as were the Order. Yeah, Dumbledore would be proud, he thought coldly. He felt an odd sense of detachment from his friends, who said they would come with him. Where are they now? he thought bitterly. Off enjoying company with the Order while I'm fighting Death Eaters! he answered himself. What am I thinking? They have been with me since my first year in Hogwarts. I just haven't given them the chance, he resolved.
As he approached Godric's Hollow, he suddenly stopped. He saw a group of masked wizards there, scouring the area. Great, more Death Eaters. he thought. He pulled out his invisibility cloak, put it on, and landed. There was at least ten of them, masks and all. He snuck nearer to where the Death Eater's were standing. He then heard a familiar voice, that of Lucius Malfoy. "So this is where the Potter boy was born?" he scoffed. "It probably looked worse before our Lord blew it up. Then again, so did the Potters." The Death Eaters who had been listening burst into laughter. You are going to pay for that one, Malfoy. Harry thought before he fired a stunning spell at him.
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John Kalrendis had been watching Harry Potter for a week now. He had some payback to deal to Voldemort, and he decided that if anyone could lead him to Voldemort, it would be his arch-nemesis. Instead, it was just long broom rides. Harry Potter certainly had things on his mind, no doubt, but he thought too much in John's opinion.
But his pursuit was not fruitless. One night, on one of Potter's broom rides, he all of a sudden saw him slip on his invisibility cloak. John didn't have to look far to find out why --- there were about ten Death Eaters standing over the ruins of a house, scouring the area. He was surprised to hear "Stupify!" and see one fall. Harry Potter had opened fire on ten Death Eaters. Who the hell does he think he is? He's gonna get killed! Not if John could help it, though.
He started walking across the street, and remembered the ability his father taught him, the Helix Cast. With it, he could fire multiple spells with a single cast. The Death Eaters were obviously too busy with Harry to see John pull out his silver Wolfshead wand and Helix cast the stunning spell and the disarming spell silently to the remaining nine. The last one had been able to parry his spells, and luckily jumped onto the pile of them and disapparated with all but two. He kicked the ones who were left behind each over, and to his amusement, saw dogtags on them with "Crabbe" and "Goyle" printed on them. Harry Potter came out with a look of amazement on his face, and asked, "Wh-who are y-you?"
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Harry knew it is a big mistake to attack a mob of Death Eaters. They came after him after he stunned Malfoy, and were closing on him. Damn my honor! he thought. He was about to disapparate when heard eight thuds, and curse, and a large crack.
He came out from behind the piece of rubble he had hid behind, to see a tall young man, with short brown hair and light blue eyes, who looked to be about Percy's age. He was wearing a plain dark green robe, and with a silver wand that had a wolf design near its handle, its eyes glowing. He kicked over the remaining bodies, then laughed.
"Wh-who are y-you?" Harry asked.
"Me? I'm John Kalrendis, member of the former Dark Arts Resistance League of the United States."
"Former?" Harry asked.
"Well, I'm the only member left alive," he said shortly. "The rest were either killed or switched sides. Can you help me find the Order of the Phoenix? I need to tell them we've fallen apart."
Harry pulled his wand out, and pointed it at John. "How do I know you're not just a new Death Eater recruit?"
John put his wand away, and said tiredly, "Fine, if you don't believe me, just ask the Order about it when you get back. And do be careful when you fly around, the local Muggles have been catching on." Then, he disapparated, leaving Harry as confused as ever.
