Authors Note: Hi. This is my first story so please go easy on me. The speech made by one of the characters is supposed to be like that to try and show his accent it's not me spelling wrong. Well this is only short because of the fact that this is only the prologue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warnings: Will be slash. Violence, HBP spoilers.

Summary: After the events of sixth year Harry's at breaking point. Help comes from a third side in the war. A side that has been in the background since the beginning of time. This time they are not hiding they are coming to the front and they are going to take control. With or without Harry's help.

Harry Potter and The Third Council

Chapter 1:

Green, red, brown, orange and yellow, these different colours merged into one large blob as the car sped past the open fields and the woodland. It made it hard for the young man sitting in the back of the car to appreciate the beauty of nature or the fact that the sun was shining and was, for once, not cold. All of the windows were open letting in a cool breeze although it was slightly harsh and slightly too loud to hear anybody speak clearly over it. Why his uncle did not put on the air conditioning he did not know nor did he care. With the wind tugging roughly through his hair, the wind whistling past his ears he could almost imagine he was back on his broom, back in the sky forgetting his problems, forgetting the fact that his headmaster was now dead, forgetting what he had seen, how he had felt.

'It's over, it's done there's no point thinking about it any longer. He was not scared so I shouldn't be,' the young man thought to himself as his eyes stared out at the passing scenery yet all he could see was the twinkling blue eyes fading to a dull colour as the life seeped out of the only man who had ever given him hope that he would win, that he actually could beat Voldemort no matter how much the odds seemed stacked against him.

Yet seeing the green flash past the car, seeing as the other colours melded into once he could not help but revert back to that night, the night when he realised that he wouldn't win, that he was not powerful enough. He watched as the body fell off the tower, as the murderer turned around. He could not handle it so he closed his eyes. He did not want to see it again; he could not see it again. If he did he would break down, he would show his uncle that he was truly a freak, that he was as weak as they constantly reminded him. Crying was a weakness, something that his family detested and he would not show them that he was weak, he would not give them more reason to think of him like that of a freak.

"Boy when we get home you will go straight to your room and stay there. We are having important guests coming over and we will not have your unnaturalness ruin the chance of the business going global. Do you understand?" his uncle's voice cut though his recurring memories of that horrible night and he sharply looked up. Frowning slightly he thought back over what his uncle had said just thinking of that word, of the memories of the first time his uncle had said it, of the first time he had realised he was actually normal for a young wizard, the first time he had met the man who had shaped him into what he was today and because of that his thoughts once more returned to everything bad that had happened to him. Over and over again. Nothing different, all the same life-threatening situations, someone dying due to his own mistakes, his own damn hero complex.

"Boy! I'm talking to you!" he heard his uncle almost scream at him.

"I understand Uncle Vernon. I will stay out of the way," he murmured though his eyes were lost in the past as if he was there watching it like one would watch a movie. As if the people there were insignificant as if he didn't know them, as if it was someone else's memory and he didn't like it one bit. It was as if he was making Dumbledore's death less then it truly was, that he was not giving the old man the respect he deserved and his heart slightly broke at the thought.

"You better see that you do," the man grumbled.

"Look Vernon isn't that Loraine's eldest?" Petunia's voice shrilled as she pointed to the side of the road where a young man a few years older then Harry was standing, a sign in his hand, his thumb out.

"Oh yes the artist," his uncle sneered.

"Now, now Vernon Loraine's eldest is definitely the favourite of that family and we both know that she would do anything for anyone who would help him. If we gave him a lift and Loraine found out then she shall surely invite us to her summer parties in her lovely summer cottage house. The neighbours say that it is lovely this time of the year. Yes, pull over Vernon," Petunia ordered and Vernon not daring to go against his wife instantly did as he was ordered.

Checking to make sure no cars were right behind him he signalled and moved over to the hard shoulder just a few metres in front of the young man. Pulling to a stop they did nothing and as Harry looked out of the rear window he saw the man pick up a bag and walk towards the car with a very noticeable limp. Harry frowned contemplatively he wondered why the man limped like he had an injury or something, he didn't seem hurt and there was no pain marring his feature, well from what he could see.

Looking back to the front he watched as Petunia used the switch to make her window go down, and talked to the young man. The conversation lasted a few seconds before Petunia was looking into the back seat.

"Move next to Dudley so William can get in," she hissed low enough so that the man who was moving to Harry's side of the car couldn't hear but that he himself could. Sighing inwardly he took off his seatbelt and moved over to sit in the middle though he didn't move much due to the large size of his cousin. Hearing the door open he looked over and saw the young man slide into the car. The man smiled slightly at Harry before frowning at Dudley before a sigh escaped from his lips.

"It seems that you and me are going to be getting very close in this journey," the man said his voice having a distinct northern lilt to it as he shut the door behind him. Looking between the three of them squashed together and the fact that the seat belts would not be able to be buckled up the man sighed.

"Mr Dursley, don't crash, we're not able to wear seatbelts at the minute," the man stated and Harry had to stare at him due to his audacity to speak to his uncle like that.

"Don't worry William I am a safe driver," Vernon stated though Harry could tell that he wasn't happy with both the growl in his voice and the way that his hands had tightened on the steering wheel. Looking over at William Harry hid a smile as he saw the fact that William was smirking. It seemed that that was why he had done that. He wanted to annoy him.

"So William why were you hitchhiking don't you own a car?" Petunia asked.

"Hmm. Nah I'm more of the motorbike sort. I was out with friends and they left me whilst I was indisposed," he stated shrugging it off.

"So I hear you're in University," Petunia tried again.

"I'm sure you've heard that from my mother and it's true. No big deal," Harry was nearly laughing. This man was annoying his relatives easily as if it was a game.

Silence rang in the car for a few more minutes and Harry felt like he was suffocating. His cousin was squashing him and he could smell the sweat that was rolling down his body. The other side he was squashed up against the young man who had clearly annoyed his relatives. Luckily he didn't smell bad, in fact, Harry thought, he smelt like apples.

"So what's your name then?" the man asked looking down at him as he slid his arm from the uncomfortable position of being squashed between them to resting on the back of the seats.

"Harry," he said softly inwardly laughing as he heard the almost inaudible growl of his uncle. It seemed that this man truly liked annoying them.

"Well Harry I'm Will nice to meet ya," he stated his accent clear. Harry smiled at him before turning to look out the window once more. His thoughts once more returning to that fateful night.

"Cheer up it might never happen," Will's voice cut through his thoughts making him look up in confusion. He didn't understand what he meant.

"It already did happen," Harry stated.

"Well if it already happened then why are ya thinking about it? Right, it seems to me as if whatever happened was bad but hey shit happens you've just gotta deal with it. If ya don't then it'll eat ya up. Then you'll be useless to everyone," Will's calm outlook slightly penetrated through his morose thoughts but Harry could not forget what he had seen, how he had felt. He just couldn't.

"We're here!" His aunt's shrill voice rang out and Harry could tell she wanted Will out of the car.

"Ta for the lift Mrs Dursley. Mr Dursley I'll make sure to tell me mam," Will said getting out of the car. Harry smiled hearing the accent it slightly reminded him of Seamus. He liked the fact that Will didn't seem to speak with proper diction and grammar it made him much more interesting.

"Well I'll see ya around I suppose. Harry don't be a stranger now," he stated smirking as he went to shut the car behind him and walking over to number 11 Privet Drive.

"I really don't see what Loraine sees in that boy. If I was his mother I would wash his mouth out with soap," Petunia screeched as they drove down the road to number 4.

"I know Petunia. Boy you will not speak to him again do you understand?" his uncle ordered.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," he sighed as he slipped from the car pulling his trunk from the back of the car as well as Hedwig's cage. He was glad that he had thought to let her fly ahead. It would have been awkward trying to explain to Will about why he owned an owl.

After bringing his stuff up to his room he was shut in and told in no uncertain terms that he was to act as if he didn't exist if not he would be back in the cupboard. So he sat there for a few hours reading through his books remembering about how he had met with Dumbledore about how nobody had listened to him about Malfoy and due to that the only hero the wizarding world had was now gone.

Sighing he walked to the window and looked out at the now darkening sky grimacing as he heard his aunt's fake laugh and the sound of the steps being used. Staring out of his window lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the locks to his door click open. However he saw in the reflection the shape of a body, which was clearly not any of his relatives. Without a second thought he stood up and pointed his wand at the male now in front of him. There was something slightly familiar about the man in front of him yet he could not think what.

"Put down the wand kid you'll poke somebody's eye out with that thing," the man said his hands in his pockets a slight grin on his face as if he was enjoying this.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Harry asked quickly.

"I'm Chaos and I'm here to take you somewhere safe," the man answered easily.

"Take me somewhere safe? I'm safe here," Harry replied his glare strengthening.

"You were when Dumbledore was alive but now he's dead you might as well be. Dumbledore was the one who put the blood wards on this place and with him dead the spell is failing and nobody has the strength to put them back up with the same strength. So if you don't want to be the death eaters little play thing then I suggest you come with me."

"How do I know you won't just kill me?"

"You don't."

"That doesn't tell me anything."

"It's not supposed to. Now will you just get your stuff together and get your pretty little arse moving we don't have time for your little hero complex," the man said finally his eyes narrowing in annoyance. The words hit Harry hard.

It was exactly what he had been thinking about himself and having a stranger say the same thing was like a slap in the face. He was right. Thinking that maybe if he did die it wouldn't matter he grabbed his stuff and Hedwig's cage he walked towards the man his wand lowered to the floor.

"Good to see you're using that small brain of yours," the man said putting a hand on Harry's shoulder before turning him towards the door where three more people were standing.

"Get the trunk, kill the relatives and put the double in here. Make it look like he was tortured then put the dark mark over the house. Stir up the rumour mill, make it seem like there is a spy in his ranks, make him kill them," the man ordered. Harry jumped trying to turn around but he couldn't as the man wrapped a harsh arm around his waist whilst his other hand was wrapped tightly in his hair and he yanked his head to the side.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it possible for you to live," the man growled in his ear before a sharp pain shot through Harry's neck.

"Get off me please, don't do this," he cried out his body arching outwards trying to get away from the source of the pain. Just feeling the pain he flashed back to Sirius, back to Cedric, back to Dumbledore.

"No, please," he whimpered. He didn't want to cry but for some reason tears slipped from his eyes though it felt nothing like crying. His head felt light and the world spun before his eyes.

"Relax, embrace the darkness, I will not harm you. Sleep my pretty little thing and when you wake you shall be saved," a voice whispered into his ear, making his mind and his body think it was the best thing that could happen to him.

"No," he whispered in reply but his body did not listen and it shut down. He felt himself being swept up into somebody's arms.

"Sleep my little hero. This does not concern you. Sleep and nobody shall die because of you," the voice continued to murmur and with a heavy heart due to the truth behind that statement Harry let the darkness take over his mind, let the darkness come to the forefront and he knew no more.