A/N: Woot! On to Chapter 2 with us, chaps.
Disclaimer/me doesn't own Harry Potter or anything in any of those books.
Twisted Premonitions
Chapter 2
"Searching For Answers"
Harry Potter ran the events of the previous night through his head over and over again. It didn't make sense how someone that young could defeat nine Death Eaters that quickly. One had time to parry the spells launched at him, the one who escaped. He recognized the voice of the curse issued from the last Death Eater to be none other than the murderer of Professor Dumbledore, Severus Snape. He knew only him could have escaped from situations that his comrades could not, since he was spying for Voldemort the whole time, and had even Dumbledore fooled.
Suddenly, an oncoming light post had snapped Harry out of his reverie. Thanks to his quick Quidditch reflexes, he was able to steer his broom out of harm's way in the nick of time. This cloak is making me narrow-sighted, he thought disgustedly. But he had to wear it, he was flying in bright daylight, the number of Muggles that would have saw him would have basically proved that wizards existed. He would have apparated, but he didn't like the feeling he got, that feeling he was being crammed into a small tube and then pulled out violently. He did the set up he used two years ago, trunk and his owl, Hedwig's, cage hanging off the back back of his broom, with the invisibility cloak over him, when he had Auror escorts, when he first found out about Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Has it really been two years? he thought. Feels like I have known the place for forever. His thoughts were then pierced by a sudden, overwhelming pain in his left arm, which made him start diving for the ground. Fortunately, he passed out from pain due to the wound before he hit the ground. Unfortunately, though, he hit concrete at an amazing speed.
Voldemort had been sitting against his father's tombstone, thinking to himself. It had been a few hours since his minions had set out to Godric's Hollow. Where are those impudent excuses for minions? he thought angrily. They should have been back by now.
Getting bored with waiting, Voldemort spoke into his Dark Mark, which seemed to work as a communicator, because Wormtail had answered the call.
"Yes, my Lord?" Wormtail spoke shakily, like he was expecting Voldemort to hit him, though he was miles away.
"Any luck on finding the last demon lord?" Voldemort had asked, with anticipation in his voice. And he had good reason to, the demon lords were evil, dastardly magical creatures that looked like minotaurs with large, dragon-like wings. According to ancient lore, the demon lords had led armies of evil magical creatures against the world, looking to dominate for all time. Fortunately for the world, the brave wizard Merlin had led a team of wizards he taught personally, and defeated the evil armies, and supposedly killed all of the demon lords. But Voldemort knew better. He had been getting visions of the last demon lord, and had been sending Wormtail all over hell and back looking for him. Wormtail was now in Transylvania, but had no luck beforehand finding the demon lord.
"Actually, yes, I have had some luck," Wormtail replied happily. "About ten miles north of here is the headquarters of a cult that worships the last demon lord, Rokdas. The leader had told me he 'comes at summer's dusk, each year, to take a sacrifice, then endow magical powers onto us'. Luckily, they already have a sacrifice, an old Muggle man." At this point, he paused to take a breath. "If you want to see him, they say he only appears on that time, searches other times for him have been fruitless."
Voldemort had been listening closely to what his underling had been saying for once. Needless to say, he was extremely excited. Trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, he told Wormtail, "Excellent work, Wormtail. I knew you wouldn't fail me. I still have some unfinished business to take care of. Stay with the cult, and I will meet you there at the end of the summer." He tapped his Dark Mark with his wand, which seemed to close his communication with Wormtail, because he then proceeded with a long, drawn-out, wicked laugh. He was going to meet, and hopefully ally with, the demon lord Rokdas, then, nothing would be able to stand in the way of his complete domination of the world!
John had just apparated back from saving Harry Potter from the Death Eaters. Standing in his room he had rented in the Leaky Cauldron, he was seething. Was getting a wand pointed at him for saving a person what he really deserved? No matter, he thought. If I was the single mortal enemy of the Dark Lord, I would be a bit paranoid myself. Suddenly realizing he was tired, he flopped down on the leather sofa in his room. Tomorrow he would have to start his search for the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. He was about to doze off when suddenly he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in, Draco," John said tiredly. The door creaked as was opened slightly. Soft footsteps pattered near the door, then it was closed. Then, a young man Harry Potter's age revealed himself, with once sleek, now tattered, blond hair. The same was with his robes, and his eyes. It was evident that Draco Malfoy was once rich and pampered, and life on the streets had not been good to him.
"What took you so long?" Draco asked irritably. "I was hiding in a corner the whole time, waiting for you to get back."
"I was tracking Potter again today," John replied. "The idiot goes and attacks a mob of Death Eaters, and I save him only to have him wave his wand at me threateningly."
"Typical paranoid Potter. Then again, I really can't say anything, I almost shot a killing curse at a cat today." Draco sighed. "I can kinda sympathize with him, I've been running from both Voldemort and the Ministry for a few months now."
"Well, as soon as I locate the Order of the Phoenix, I can get this all sorted out for us, cousin. But now," John said, "I need you to track Potter for me. Make sure to stay out of his sight. And if you have to defend him, make sure to stay invisible. As for me, I'm going to get some sleep, and maybe you should too."
"I found this old abandoned mansion I can stay in, when are we gonna meet again, John?" said Draco.
"I'll send Netsuke when I find out," said John. Then, a deep black owl with dark green eyes flew in the window next to him. "Speak of the devil," John laughed. "Anyway, I'll send him if I find anything out. Make sure to practice the Helix cast I taught you, and keep safe."
"Okay, good night then, cousin," said Draco as he disapparated.
John sighed, now restless, then said to himself, "I need to take a walk." As silently as he could, he snuck downstairs, and out the front door of the Leaky Cauldron.
I need to gather my thoughts, he thought. What all happened? All of a sudden, painful thoughts came to him left and right. His brothers, who were younger twins, had switched sides, and caused a lot of commotion because of such. They had attacked the Dark Arts Defense League headquarters, killed the few remaining members, which had included their parents, except for John. John's special ability had got him out of so much trouble. He stunned both of his brothers, and then, with no defense league left at home, he took a Muggle flight to Britain, where he started looking for people he knew. He knew, from correspondence from his father's cousin's son, Draco Malfoy, that things weren't going well for the light in Britain as well – the leader of the defense league there, called the Order of the Phoenix, was killed by a traitor. Draco had been set to do this task; John had suggested making futile attempts, saying he would rescue him from Voldemort before summer started, but John had came too late, Draco had been blamed for something he did not want to do at all. John felt bad for Draco, he was forced from living in a rich home, to living on the streets. It was all because of Draco's father, Lucius, who had rushed Draco's Death Eater initiation and urged Voldemort to give his son this task. Just then, John had turned in to a dead end in Diagon Alley, and the man he was thinking of, hating, had appeared with his Death Eater friends.
"You're a fool, John! You shouldn't have messed with the Death Eaters. You screwed now, no element of surprise to save you now!" Draco's father and his comrades laughed.
"That's what you think," retorted John, as he started morphing into his animagus form. There's gonna be hell to pay for this, he thought.
Lucius and the other Death Eaters watched in awe as John grew twenty feet taller, grew a tail, wings, vicious claws and fangs, and dark green scales. He had became a Hungarian Horntail. I'll never get used to this, thought John. He felt a cool, minty taste in his mouth as flames erupted out of it, totally scorching one Death Eater and setting the others' robes on fire.
John has picked out Lucius in particular, and grasped at him with his front claws. He then lifted Lucius up, and threw him like a football at the horizon. Meanwhile, the Death Eaters that were left standing had been shooting curses at him, each felt like a sharp poke and did nothing but aggravate him. He swung around with his tail, which he then figured was a big mistake, because he put large holes in the buildings the alley was between, in addition of doing what he had wanted to, which was knocking out the Death Eaters.
As quick as he could, he morphed back, and disapparated to his room. He looked out the window, and the sun was just starting to rise. All of a sudden feeling tired, he collapsed and fell asleep quickly.
A/N: Please review! Tell me what you think! I know I lack detailing, I'm trying to work on that. .
