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Harry Potter and the Blackest Night
Chapter 1
-=TWO HOURS AGO=-
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," began Harry, "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"
The portrait of Albus Dumbledore, to whom Harry had been speaking spoke.
"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore, while portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses before him glanced about confusedly. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone else know where it fell?"
"No one," confirmed Harry as Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.
I'm going to keep Ignotus's present though," said Harry and Dumbledore beamed.
"But of course Harry. It is yours forever, until you pass it on!"
"And then there's this," said harry, pulling out the Elder Wand, the very wand that had been used by Antioch Peverell to burn his brothers dead fiancé many years ago. Unbeknownst to anyone in the room, then or now, it had absorbed some of the black energy that had revived her, making the wand much stronger.
"I don't want it."
"What?!" said Ron loudly. "Are you mental?"
"I know it's powerful, but I was happier with mine. So…"
Harry dug through the pouch that Hagrid had given to him earlier in the summer. Finally finding what he was looking for, he placed the pieces of his broken wand on the headmasters' desk.
"Reparo!"
The wand lying on the deck straightened out and resealed itself, finishing with a small red spark coming out of the tip of the wand. As Harry picked it up, he felt warmth spread through his body that he hadn't felt since the wand broke.
After looking over the wand and doing an internal happy dance of having his wand back, he turned to the portrait of Dumbledore who was looking back at him with affection and admiration.
"I'm putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated, and that'll be the end of it," said Harry.
Dumbledore nodded and they smiled at each other.
"Are you sure?" asked Ron, unable to keep the tiniest bit of longing out of his tone.
"I think Harry's right," said Hermione.
"The wand's more trouble than it's worth, and quite honestly," said Harry, thinking of the bed that awaited him in Gryffindor tower and wondering if Kreacher would bring him a sandwich there. "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
The trio said their goodbyes to Dumbledore's portrait and walked out of the headmasters' office down the spiral staircase.
"Well mate, You-Know-Who's been beaten, his army has been killed except for one or two, and we've got our whole lives ahead of us. Who knows what the future holds?" asked Ron happily.
-=PRESENT=-
In Gryffindor tower, in a lone four poster bed laid the sleeping form of Harry Potter. There was a dish with bread crumbs on it lying on the nightstand and the evening sun shining through the window. A female form approached the bed silently. When she got to the bed, she leaned down and planted a kiss on Harrys' lips. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw the red hair of the love of his life, Ginny Weasley. Reaching over to the nightstand to retrieve his glasses, he turned on his side and moved to one edge of the bed, making room for her.
She gave him a brilliant smile as she laid down next to him, facing him.
"Well Mr. Potter. I think you've napped enough. And I haven't had much time with you for almost an entire year," said Ginny. "I almost thought that you did run off with a veela."
"Well, Hermione sent them all packing. I am pretty popular, you know, being the Chosen One and all that," teased Harry.
"Smart girl, that Hermione. If you had brought them with you, I'd have to kill them all myself," said Ginny leaning in to give Harry a passionate kiss.
"Come on Harry, we're going to celebrate with everyone else before we all pack up and leave tomorrow," said Ginny after they broke the kiss. She took his hand and they both departed the room and left through the common room, exchanging pleasantries with the Fat Lady as they continued to the Great Hall.
Walking through the hall, they passed portraits and ghosts who offered friendly smiles and cheers and applause to the man who killed the Dark Lord once and for all. Harry and Ginny smiled back at them.
They walked back into the Great Hall after the bodies of their fallen comrades had been moved to another part of the castle to be prepared for funeral rites. The two met up with Ron and Hermione, who were talking with Luna and Neville. Harry and Ginny sat down next to them and immediately noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands. Grinning at this, Harry quickly looked around the room to see who else was there. He saw the Weasleys, though Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still silently crying for the loss of their son Fred, while George had a vacant look in his eyes and Percy was unusually silent. Harry felt bad for their loss. He looked back at his best friend and could see the pain that Ron was doing his best to hide. He knew that everyone was going through immense pain after the battle, but that was war. There was no magic that could revive the dead after all.
Everyone talked amongst each other for a long while until Professor McGonagall stood up and called for silence as she made a speech in memoriam of fallen heroes. During the speech, the magic plates at each seat filled with food, and the goblets with drink.
As everyone ate Professor McGonagall stood to address them all. She gave a mournful speech dedicated to all those who had lost their lives to Voldemort in recent years, starting with Cedric Diggory and ending with those lost in the Battle of Hogwarts. She then went on to inform the school that the Hogwarts Express would arrive the next day to return everyone home and that the school would remain open, much to everyone's delight, but would open several weeks later than usual to accommodate repairs and to replenish the staff members.
After all was said and done, everyone retired to the dormitories and rooms set up for everyone who had participated in the battle.
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The next morning, everyone who could not or chose not to Apparate were gathered outside the scarlet steam engine waiting to board. Eventually, an exhausted looking conductor leaned out to call "All aboard!" It made sense why he was so exhausted too as the train had run during the middle of the night to transport the bodies of the deceased to a Ministry approved rendezvous point so the bodies could finish being prepared for funeral rites.
Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna were all in a group. The rest of the Weasleys had gone to Hogsmeade and Disapparated several hours earlier. They boarded the train and got into a compartment together, their minds and souls heavy with the pain for their fallen companions. Nobody spoke as the train began to move.
As the trip went on, Ginny laid her head on Harrys shoulder while Ron and Hermione feel asleep leaning on each other, the weariness of their quest to find and eliminate the Horcruxes finally taking its toll on them. Neville and Luna were talking quietly to each other so as not to disturb the others. Feeling comfort in this moment, Harry rested his head on top of Ginny's and let sleep take him.
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A few hours later there came a knock at the compartment door, waking everyone inside quite abruptly. Luna got up to answer it.
"Oh, hello Mr. Shacklebot. How nice to see you."
"Hello Luna. May I speak with you all?" came the deep slow voice of Kingsley.
Harry was the first to talk as Ron and Hermione were wiping the sleep out of their eyes. "Hey there Kingsley, how's it going?"
"It's going. The ministry is starting to rebuild itself. With everyone who was being Imperiused coming out of the curse, we can start weeding out everyone who was a death eater and start getting things back on track. But I want to know how all of you are holding up."
"We're as well as can be expected I suppose," replied Hermione.
"I know what you mean. This was the largest battle to have taken place in a long time. And seeing loved ones die in front of you is never easy. I'll let you have your time to grieve, but before I take my leave, I have a proposition for all of you. As the reinstated Head of the Auror Department, I'd like to extend invitations to everyone who participated on our side during the Battle of Hogwarts to become Aurors. Would any of you be interested?" asked Kingsley.
Everyone in the compartment looked at each other in surprise. Whatever they were expecting, it certainly wasn't this.
"But we haven't finished school yet!" said Ron.
"Well, I have a certain amount of influence in the Ministry, and as long as you're old enough to have the Trace removed, then you can be brought up to speed during training."
"So Luna and I can't join, right?" asked Ginny somewhat angrily.
"Not yet. When you turn seventeen and you wish to join us, there will be a spot for you."
Ginny turned to Harry and they looked into each other's eyes. A moment of understanding passed between the two as they turned to look at Kingsley and Harry said "You can count me in."
"You got me too," came Ron's reply.
Kingsley began to smile. "Hermione? Neville? What about you two?"
"I'm sorry Kingsley, but I don't think I'm cut out for being an Auror. I want to be a civil rights activist, so I'm going to go back and finish school," said Hermione.
"I'm not made for it either. I'll be glad to help if you need it every now and then, but I want to teach," said Neville.
"Admirable goals you two. I'm sorry to hear that we won't have you, but if you ever need help, come to me and I'll do what I can for you," Kingsley said before turning to look at Harry and Ron. "I hope to see you two at Auror Orientation in one month's time, on the 17th and ten o' clock." And with that, Kingsley shut the door and continued to the next compartment.
Everyone looked at each other and gave small smiles. Things were starting to look up even in despairing times.
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When the train finally came to rest at station 9 ¾ , the group got off the train and made their final goodbyes, Luna and Neville going one way, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny going another, ready to begin preparing for the rest of their lives.
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The group got back to the Burrow, not really having any idea on where else to go. As they entered, they found that Mrs. Weasley had composed herself since the Battle of Hogwarts. Granted, the smile she greeted them with was a bit forced, but she was happy with the fact that nobody else had died as well.
After several hours of talking, everybody decided that it was in everybody's best interest to stay at the Burrow, at least until after Fred's funeral. It was at this time that it was announced to the family that Harry and Ginny would be dating, as would Ron and Hermione. After this little announcement, Arthur took Harry to a secluded room while Molly dragged Hermione away.
"Now Harry, you're a very good man, and it doesn't take a genius to see that you and Ginny go so well together, but as a father, we need to have a talk about boundaries, love and sex."
"I understand Mr. Weasley, but please, for the love of god, don't go into the sex part," begged Harry.
"Oh Harry, do you think I'm going to enjoy talking about such a difficult subject, the embarrassment and awkwardness that will come afterward? No, I hate it as much as you do, but it needs to be done…" and with that, Arthur had a nice long chat with Harry.
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An hour later Harry came out of the room with Arthur and Harry looked traumatized. He sat down between Ron and Ginny, Molly and Hermione hadn't come out yet.
"Was it as bad as it looks?" asked Ron, amused.
"Yes. Yes it was."
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An hour and a half after that, Molly and Hermione came out, Molly looking quite pleased with herself, and Hermione looking quite pale. Ron and Ginny looked embarrassed for her, but she still seemed to be in shock from whatever it was that Molly had said to her.
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Nearly a month had passed by, and other than the mass funeral held for those who had died during the Battle, nothing too eventful had happened. Harry was now living at the house he had inherited from Sirius, and regularly visited Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys. Hermione was now living at the Burrow with the Weasleys, helping Ginny with her homework and also preparing for her own Seventh Year at Hogwarts. About mid-afternoon, the four of them would Apparate to a different place, going on a double-date. Today though, was different. Today was the day that Harry and Ron would begin their training for becoming Aurors, so Harry Apparated over to the Burrow. Hopefully, Ron was clean, dressed, fed and ready to go. He didn't want to make a bad impression.
As he walked up the front path to the lopsided house, he saw Ron come out with a paper plate full of food as he shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth. As Ron got closer he spoke as he swallowed the piece of bacon.
"Everyone else is still asleep. And I don't blame them; I'm not pleased with this entire 'be there by seven a.m.' thing. Anyway, Hermione made breakfast this morning and here's your plate. Ginny is sending lunch by dad. They both say good luck."
"That's nice of them," said Harry taking a sausage patty. "You ready?"
"Hell yeah mate, let's get started!"
And with that, Harry and Ron teleported to the Ministry of Magic for their first day of Auror training.
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"Welcome to your first day of being Aurors. As we are short on Aurors after the war, I have made the executive decision to bypass the normal Auror Qualification Exam and offer each of you this chance to be Aurors. You are here because you participated in the Battle of Hogwarts and helped defend the castle and each other, but you also gave Harry Potter adequate time to do whatever it was that allowed him to kill Voldemort. Though Mr. Potter delivered the killing blow, he could not have done so without each of your effort. Let me start by saying thank you. Thanks to every one of you, the wizarding world is safe," said the current Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Harry and Ron were at the Ministry in a large stone room lit by many torches. Harry looked around him and wasn't surprised to see that most of the people around him were his classmates from school, as well as some of the younger members of the Order of the Phoenix.
The day continued with Harry and Ron getting to know all 50 of their new comrades, though it wasn't so hard, since all of them had gone to Hogwarts. Everybody was excited to start their training so they could make a name for themselves.
Eventually, as the day began to wind down, Kingsley had everyone sit down as he went over some basic information and made the report of the Battle of Hogwarts.
"…53 dead, 21 injured. Now there is something that I have told the other Aurors already, but this is classified information for the time being. Voldemort and his followers that did not surrender and/or were found to be under the Imperius Curse are all accounted for, except for one. And he's a Class 3 Threat. I'm talking about Fenrir Greyback. His body was not located after Voldemorts death. And we can onl-"
At that time, Ron interrupted. "But Minister. Me and Neville Longbottom killed Greyback! I'm sure of it!"
"Well Ron, did you hit him with a killing curse? Or something that would have killed him on impact?"
"Well… no. We used Blasting Jinxes to bring down the castle around him. He was buried in rubble; there is no way he could have survived."
"Ron, I'm glad you brought this up, because this is a lesson that needs to be learned sooner rather than later. There's not many rules to this game we play, but one of the big ones is that if there's no body, the guys alive. That's what you have to assume if a body mysteriously vanished, or if you cannot confirm that it is your target. The point is that Fenrir's body was not anywhere in the school as clean up was going on. Each of you will receive a profile on him tomorrow. Now this is very important: DO NOT ENGAGE if you see him. Merely follow out of sight and call for a senior Auror. He is extremely dangerous and will not hesitate to rip out your throat with his bare teeth. Bill Weasley can attest to this. But for tonight, go and get some sleep, and it would probably be a good idea to place the enchantments described in this pamphlet you are about to receive. And finally, congratulations on becoming Aurors," said Kingsley, waving his wand so that everybody in the large stone room got a pamphlet full of home defense spells. And while some mingled, Harry and Ron decided to take off for home, after all, there were women waiting for them. Life was good.
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On a far away planet, a Sinestro Corps member and a pig-faced Green Lantern were fighting, and the Sinestro member was kicking ass and taking names. The two had been going at it for a few hours and both had collapsed on the light brown sand covering the planet. Out of nowhere the Green Lantern shot a blast of green energy at the Sinestro member throwing up a large cloud of smoke. The Sinestro Corpsman coughed a few times and then made a construct of a fan to blow the dust away. When he could see, he watched as a group of creatures all with dark blue staves gathered behind one woman whose skin was light purple, and she was scantily clad, only having some fabric covering her chest and two pieces of long fabric tied around her waist and falling to the ground like a dress. She was knelt down beside of the pig-faced Green Lantern and he watched as she seemed to sap his green energy from him and then kill him with it. His ring sped off into the galaxy searching for a suitable host.
The Sinestro member pointed his ring at the group and began to shout. "I'm not weak like him! I am a soldier of Sinestro!" and with that, he fired a large yellow beam at the woman.
Just before the beam hit its target, it was pulled into the head of the staff the woman had, where the head was glowing with an indigo color. His yellow energy swirled in front of the indigo for a moment before reforming itself into the Sinestro Corps symbol.
"Fear." said the staff. His yellow energy then formed the most terrifying monstrosity that the Sinestro Corpsman had ever seen. It was massive and had humanoid arms and hands, with the exception that at each joint, many more arms sprouted off of it.
Overcome with fear, the corpsman tried to run, but ended up getting caught but a construct made of his own energy. It promptly crushed him in its palm, and his ring also took off into space to search for a new host.
"Nok lek gok?" asked a muscular light purple man-looking alien to the woman who had redirected the energy of fear.
"Nek."
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In Germany, near a small village, the villagers were boarding up their businesses and homes for just the night before, a massive wolf had gotten into town and had mauled several people, from elderly women, to young men, to even small children. All in all, seven families had lost their lives to a single wolf. There was panic in the community, but they knew that a lone wolf will mainly hunt at night. There were some supplying others with weapons, such as pitchforks and torches, and the occasional hunting rifle. Others were setting up guard towers around the village. Though they couldn't see very well into the forest that surrounded the tiny village, there were still more people hurriedly digging trenches to take logs and would chop one end to a point before placing them into the ground on top of each other, effectively making a wall of wooden spikes all around the village except for one entrance.
Unbeknownst to the adults of the village, one little girl had wandered out into the forest. She didn't know what all the grown-ups were scared of, but she knew her mommy was overreacting, like the time she threw her mommy's favorite nightgown in the toilet and flushed. She stood about three-foot eight-inches, had brown hair and green eyes. She wore a cute little pink dress that showed that she was still very young, eight at the most.
She stopped when she heard a twig snap. She began to get a little scared, and it was evident in her voice when she called out "Is someone there?"
"Yes little girl, I'm here. What's your name?" came a rasping bark like voice.
"I'm Marion, but my mommy says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"Well, since you told me your name, and I'll tell you that my name is David, that means that we're not strangers right?"
"I-I guess so."
"Good. Marion, do you want to play a game?"
"A game? OK! Like what?"
"How about we play 'the wolf and the rabbit.' You, the rabbit, will run, and I, the wolf will chase you and eat you."
Marion, even at her young age, could hear the hunger and excitement in his voice, and she was terrified, but tried not to let it show.
"Well, it was nice meeting you David, but I think I hear my mommy calling," said Marion as she tried to walk back home. The next thing she knew, a large hairy and dirty man wearing dark colored and stained rags leaped out of the bushes and covered her mouth with his hand before she could scream. Then he did something that she never thought one person would do to another. He sank his teeth into her neck and tore out her throat. She couldn't breathe and there was a lot of blood and a lot of pain. The last thing she saw was this terrible man licking her blood off of his sharp yellow teeth.
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A few men from the village ran into the forest after a woman had been running around town yelling in a state of panic for her daughter. They agreed to help the woman, but it quickly became apparent that the girl was no longer in the village. It was then that the mother confirmed the men's fear.
"Marion likes to go play in the forest," said the mother, her voice stricken with terror.
At that point then men grabbed a couple of rifles and pitchforks and ran straight into the woods, praying to God that Marion hadn't encountered any wolves.
As they ran deeper into the forest, they heard the sound of someone eating, though there was not the aroma of cooked meat as there would have been if someone was camping out. Instead, it smelled like fresh blood, and a lot of it.
The men rushed to the source of the sounds, and what they saw sickened them and made them nearly piss their pants. There was a large dirty and hairy man leaning over the body of the young girl that they were searching for. Her head was tilted towards them, her eyes staring lifelessly at them, the sheer terror she had experienced still etched onto her face. Her neck and torso were ripped completely open and blood seeped onto the ground from the entrails littered around the girls corpse.
The man who had done this lifted his head up at them, with the girls blood around his mouth and staining his already yellow teeth. He looked quite feral. And very horrifying. The men charged at the hairy cannibal even though every one of their senses were screaming at them to get out of there.
The man grinned as he could smell their fear, and with his enhanced abilities, courtesy of his being a lycanthrope, he made quick work of them, even without resorting to magic. Once they were all dead, she began to rip their limbs apart to get at the best meats. Oh yes, he would be eating well tonight. Seeing that it was dusk, he decided to make sure that the nearby village never forgot his visit. Standing up, he sucked in as much air as he could and let it all loose in one long and extremely loud howl.
He smiled to himself as he heard the villagers begin to panic and he heard the slamming of many doors and the banging of bells placed at the guard towers.
He was about to return to his meal when the hairy man saw something in the sky. It was an amber color and headed straight for him. He stood there watching as this yellow object sped towards him.
Almost at impact, the object stopped utterly and completely. Never before had the man seen something do that. He walked towards it to get a better look. As he moved closer to it, it hovered down to eye level for him. He looked at the object, which he now saw as a yellow colored ring. It had a symbol on the face of a circle with two small lines moving out from the ten and two o clock positions of the circle and what appeared to be a curved line over top of them. Then there were two handle looking lines that started out from the five and seven o clock positions of the innermost circle and they curved their way up towards the top, but before they met at the curved line above the innermost circle, they just jutted outwards. And then if things couldn't get even stranger, the ring spoke to him.
"Fenrir Greyback of Sector 2814, you possess the ability to instill great fear."
"Yes I do. So what?"
The ring circled him once and then slid itself onto his middle finger of his right hand. Yellow energy blasted out of it and wrapped him. When the light faded, he was in a form-fitting black jumpsuit with yellow spikes coming down from the neck and ending just past his chest. His forearms were covered in long yellow bands, as were the calves of his legs, directly above a pair of yellow boots. The same symbol from the ring appeared on the center of his chest. Fenrir had never felt so much power in his life, and the power felt like fear itself. He relished it.
"Welcome to the Sinestro Corps."