A/N: This was something I started a few months ago, but never got around to fully fleshing it out. It was a slightly new concept I wanted to play with. For this ficlet, I only have two incomplete scenes. This one is the introductory chapter, the other when Harry regains the Elder Wand and finds out what happened to his friends.

I will probablly take this one up again in the future, but for now it's going to collect a bit more dust as an Archive Reject.

Title: Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lords

Genre: Post-DH, non-Epilogue compliant. No ships, small hint of HP/GW. Slightly Super!Harry.

Summary: Harry has awakened from a magical coma to find a much changed world and has no memories after a few months after defeating Voldemort- nearly five years ago. He has awoken to a world still at war, waiting for him to save them from the chilling and suffocating grips of five Dark Lords, all of whom have defeated him and his friends once before and this time he is alone...

Chapter One: The Savior Wakes

Everything was hazy...

A woman with a fierce expression on her face...

A scarred red head with a look of betrayal.

A bald man fighting against many foes with unparalleled skill and fierceness...

Flashes of something...

Was it real? Was it truly reality?

Or was it merely another fever induced delusion.

He could never tell... The lines between reality and fantasy had been irreparably blurred a long time ago since that day...

A tremor.

It was light, but very noticeable.

It was followed by a much more powerful and closer one. Then another.

Green eyes snapped awake as a black haired man shot straight up in his bed. Grabbing his head in pain, he slumped back into his pillow with a thud and groaned in agony.

"Ah, I had hoped you would regain consciousness before we had to move you! It's great to see you're finally awake Mr. Potter," said someone whose voice was unrecognizable. "Though, despite everything going on, you might not want to move too much just yet..."

Another tremor hit. Dust from the ceiling was knocked loose.

'Not good...' the previously unconsious man thought. "Where am I and what's going on...?"

"You're at St. Mungos and we're under attack," the healer told him as he gave 'Mr. Potter' a foul tasting potion. The man's face twisted in a grimace. The healer chuckled in response.

The man closed his eyes in concentration grasping at still hazy memories. "Voldemort...?"

"Afraid not lad... I was wondering how much you'd remember Mr. Potter, Harry," the healer told him solemnly. He handed Harry his glasses, which the ebony haired young man accepted gratefully.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry in confusion as he slipped on his spectacles.

"It's been a little under five years since You-Know-Who was defeated. Unfortunately, we were very unprepared for the Dark Lords that rose in his wake," the healer informed Harry.

"Dark Lords... My friends, are they all right?" asked Harry alarmed.

The healer looked uncharacteristically grim. "It's hard to say... Shortly after you returned, you and your friends were all targeted early on. The Aurors only recovered you about three weeks ago, no one is quite sure what happened with many of your friends."

"Returned?" Harry asked confusedly. He had left after defeating Voldemort? Why? Did Ron and Hermione come with him, or did he go alone? What about Ginny? His head began to throb slightly and Harry pinched the bridge of his nose to fight off the feeling of vertigo that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Hm... Still a bit disoriented, huh? Though with the condition you were brought in, it's unsurprising. It's actually bloody amazing your even conscious and coherent," said the healer. "By all rights, you should still be in a coma like when you were first brought here."

"I've always healed fast," Harry said absently trying to remember the last couple of years.

Another tremor reminded Harry and the healer of what was going on.

"We need to get out of here..." Harry said as he turned his head where he felt a surge of magic. He then frowned. 'I couldn't feel magic before... Not like that...'

"Something wrong, Mr. Potter?" asked the healer.

"Sorry... I just felt... Odd..." Harry said uncertainly. The healer glanced at Harry in suspicion for a brief moment before shrugging it off.

"The disorientation should take some time to wear off completely," he replied, "You'll probablly still be feeling the effects of what was done to you for a few days to a couple weeks."

Suddenly Harry's eyes widened. "My wand... Where is it?"

The healer looked at Harry confusedly. "I'm not sure, it wasn't on you when they brought you in. Perhaps one of the Duty Aurors might know."

Harry ran his hand through his hair as he thought of what to do next. Another tremor rocked the room. Harry stood up facing the healer. "We've got to make sure that whoever's attacking doesn't get a hold of it. It's a very powerful wand."

The healer looked at Harry strangely. "No wand is worth risking your life for. I'm sure you can get another one after we evacuate."

Harry snorted. "The wand chooses the wizard, Healer..."

"Wilson," the healer supplied, looking at Harry skeptically.

"Healer Wilson, even if the wand still recognizes me as its' master, even a mediocre wizard can do some amazing things with it..." Harry told him, he then frowned in thought once more. All he had was the medical robe he currently wore. Not only was his wand missing, but so were the other two Deathly Hallows. His father's, or should he say, his own invisibility cloak and the ring passed down the Slytherin Line that bore the Resurrection Stone were both missing.

"Mr. Potter?" asked Healer Wilson.

"Did I have any personal effects on me when I was brought in here?" asked Harry as calmly as possible.

"Just the robes you were wearing when they brought you in, and those were in tatters. Not even magic could repair them, so they were destroyed," the healer told him. Once more explosions could be heard not too far away and once more Harry found himself able to feel the sheer intensity of the magic being used.

"Whoever it is, isn't only coming this way, but he's also fairly powerful," Harry told Healer Wilson.

Healer Wilson, on the other hand, had drawn his hand and moved towards the door, carefully opening it, making sure the hall was clear before they moved into it. Harry was suspicious of the man as he moved with trained ease that was more of a fighter than a healer, but decided to let it drop for now.

"This way," motioned the Healer guiding Harry through the hall, the opposite way from where all the fighting was happening.

"Wait," Harry said gripping the healer's shoulder. Harry glared down the empty passageway. "Show yourself!"

Suddenly two flashes of light came streaming towards Harry and Healer Wilson. The Boy Who Lived shoved the healer out of the way as he rolled beneath the spells. As he came out of the roll he thrust his right arm forward . A shimmering object could be seen as a figure was sent sprawling into the wall on the far end.

'Invisibility cloaks...' thought Harry frantically as he dodged a second curse from the now unconsious man's partner, as well as another follow up hex. The second man had thrown the invisibility cloak off of him, as his cover was blown, however, he had not expected Harry to summon his wand out of his hand he he tried casting a fourth spell and was then promptly stunned by his own wand.

Harry looked down as his newly appropriated wand. 'How...? I've never been able to do magic like that... What the hell is going on?'

"That was bloody impressive," said Healer Wilson more than slightly amazed.

However, Harry was still confused.

'It was like my magic was reacting on its' own...' he mentally shook himself, focusing on the task at hand. 'I'll have to figure this all out later...'

Despite no longer having the Elder Wand in his possession, Harry was astounded how easily magic came to him. He and Healer Wilson had made short work of the few dark wizards they encountered, each battle only serving to add to Harry's increasingly annoying headache.

Not only were there a few curses he never knew he knew, let alone actually name, but he could also do all of them silently. Harry had only just barely mastered Occulmency last he remembered. Silent casting was on his 'To Do' list, but as far as he knew, he never actually got that far.

"You okay, Mr. Potter?" asked Healer Wilson.

Harry frowned. "I'm fine... Better than fine, actually, other than this damned headache..."

"Good, Potter, because you won't be once I'm through with you," said a familiar voice, one that Harry couldn't place. Before him stood a man wearing mostly black. He wore a black breastplate with a golden cross on the front of it, over black robes. He also wore a black mask that reminded Harry of a medieval knight. The man's hood obscured everything but the front of the mask, not allowing to see if the mask was a full helmet like he suspected or if there were any defining characteristics that Harry would be able to use to identify the familiar man in front of him.

Harry raised his newly acquired wand at the man. The man leveled his wand at Harry and that's when he noticed the glint of steel at the man's waist.

The Sword of Gryffindor.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Harry asked with narrowed eyes. The man's focus did not waver.

"Don't recognize me? Pity... It'll be more fun if you figure it out on your own. Without your precious Granger, I doubt you'll be able to. She was always the brains of your little group." said the man, "I suppose you could call me 'Black Knight'."

Harry growled. "If you've done anything to her..."

The man chuckled in response. "You'll do what? Without the Deathstick you are nothing compared to me."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his hand trembling slightly. However, whatever this man knew of the Elder Wand and its' location, the man did not carry it with him. "Where is my wand?"

"Are you sure its' still yours?" asked Black Knight. "A lot has changed, Potter. I had hoped you'd still have it... So I could complete my collection."

"What..."

"You really don't remember, such a shame... The Cloak and the Stone are both in my possession. The wand is all I have yet to acquire."

Harry's eyes began to glow slightly with furious power. "And my friends..."

The Black Knight chuckled. "You couldn't save them then, what make you think you could do so now?"

Harry growled in response as he gripped the unfamiliar wand in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white as he clenched it in his fist.

"He's right, Mr. Potter, in your current condition, you're in no shape to fight him. You have to get out of here now, you're our only hope!" said Wilson, shifting both Harry's and the Black Knight's attention from each other to him. With practiced skill that was most definitely NOT that of a magical physician, Healer Wilson silently banished the Black Knight, knocking him off his feet. Harry could only watch in stunned silence when Healer Wilson turned his wand on him.

"You must live."

Before Harry could react, he was sent hurtling through a nearby door, which was then enchanted so that it could not be opened or busted through by anything short of a fully grown giant. Whatever enchantments the "healer" used, Harry could ssense that neither he nor the Black Knight could break through them anytime soon, even if Healer Wilson were to be killed.

"Damn it..." Harry growled as he pounded on the door. It seemed as if he was cursed. Another had died for him.

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