DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I don't.
A/N: Some of the reviews I've received so far has shown me that some people are a little confused by what is going on. Good. I'm trying to keep you all from guessing what is going on till I'm ready to reveal it in the story. I will say a few things though. In regards to what the Order of the Shadow is, think of the Illuminati and you'll have a good idea what they're about. Also, if you go back to the first chapter and re-read the prophecy that was made at the end, you'll notice parts of it have already come true.
In regards to the story itself, this is not the typical Harry Potter story. This is Harry Potter done along the lines of the over the top summer blockbuster action/adventure movies that Hollywood likes to churn out year after year (hence why I basically blew up Hogwarts, because you got to blow shit up in these kinds of things). There's no hidden deep meaning to be found as a subplot. There's no character growth. It's just meant to be enjoyed without having to think.
Someone mentioned Grindelwald stabbing Dumbledore in a review… When I first started thinking up this story, I knew Grindelwald would be one of the villains in the story (though, he isn't the big bad, that will be revealed in the next few chapters), and I knew I wanted to have a moment between him and Dumbledore before he kills him. And so, as I was writing it, I started thinking it would be way too predictable that the two of them would have a duel. That's when the idea came to me of him whipping out a knife and stabbing him. And it worked. Both for shock value (because honestly, who the hell saw that coming) and to show that Grindelwald is one seriously cold blooded bastard.
So, with all that said, I'll stop wasting your time and get back to the story.
CHAPTER FOUR – Back In Black
As the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade station, the students started to get up and gather their things before trying to open the compartment doors, finding them all to be locked.
"What the?" asked a confused Ron.
"ALL STUDENTS MUST REMAIN ON THE TRAIN!" came Professor McGonagall's magically amplified voice from outside. "I REPEAT, ALL STUDENTS STAY ON THE TRAIN!"
"What's going on?" asked Neville.
"I don't know," said Ginny, who was trying to look out the window and see if she could see anything. "But there are a lot of people running around out there. Including… Yeah, there's Tonks. And Mad-Eye. And Kingsley."
Hermione looked out the window and saw quite a large number of Auror's and Ministry personal running around.
"Alohomora," Ron said, pointing his wand at the locked compartment door before trying it and finding it still locked.
"Worth a try," he said with a shrug when the others turned to look at him.
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Tonks apparated into the middle of Hogsmeade after having just received an owl from the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, saying that she was needed at Hogwarts A.S.A.P.
Tonks had grumbled since it had been her day off. She had figured the Ministry wanted an Auror presence just in case the last hand full of Death Eaters that had managed to evade justice decided to attack when the students arrived.
That idea was blown from her mind the moment she saw what was left of her old school.
"Merlin's fuzzy balls," she said.
"Nice of you to join us," someone growled from beside her.
"Mad-Eye," said Tonks to the former Auror that had trained her when she first joined. "What the bloody hell happened?"
"No idea," Moody said as she stomped off up the street, and Tonks followed as the two of them passed various Auror's and Ministry personal from all different branches. "So far all we know is that just before two this afternoon, the wards notified all the teachers and house elves to evacuate the school for some unknown reason. Not long after that, a loud rumble was heard from within and the whole place came down like a house of cards."
"Death Eaters?" Tonks asked the obvious question.
"Not a chance," said Moody. "Two reasons why… Care to guess?"
Tonks looked up at what was left of the castle.
"The school was evacuated, thus saving lives instead of killing them," said Tonks and Moody nodded. "And no Dark Mark."
"Glad to see the training I gave you didn't rot away with all the times you change your looks," said Moody.
"You mean like how your sense of humor was blasted away along with your nose," said Tonks with a small smirk.
"Funny," said Moody, with no hint of mirth in his gravelly tone.
"So, the evacuation was sent through the wards, which means everyone made it out," said Tonks, thinking out loud.
"Actually, we're not sure about that," said Kingsley as he joined Tonks and Moody.
"What do you mean?" asked Tonks.
"Albus is missing," said Moody.
They were all silent for a moment, the only sounds being those from the various people running around, orders being shouted, and spells being cast to try and detect what had happened.
"Is it possible he's just late returning from a holiday?" asked Tonks, knowing it was a stupid question.
"No," said Kingsley. "Minerva saw him this morning when she gave him a very large pile of parchment to sign from the Board of Governors. Plus, even if he slipped out for a bit, he would have returned by now as he never misses the Welcoming Feast."
"So… That would mean he's…" she started to say, unable to voice her thoughts that one of the greatest wizards that had ever lived was lying dead and broken something under the remains of the castle.
"Aye," said Moody, his tone now somber.
"HELP!" someone shouted. "I NEED HELP HERE!"
"Is that Hagrid?" asked Tonks a moment before the three of them rushed off along with a few others towards the sound of the half-giants voice.
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Deep within the Ministry of Magic, in the walls of the Department of Mysteries is the Hall of Prophecy, which only a few months ago was the scene of a battle between a group of students from Hogwarts now known as the Ministry Six and a group of Death Eaters.
During the battle, the Hall of Prophecy had been destroyed by various spells. Shelves ruined. Prophecy orbs shattered.
Due to the amount of damage done, and the wards put in place around each of the orbs, it had taken the small team of Unspeakables the entire summer to clean and repair the vast room.
During that time, nearly three dozen new prophecy orbs had appeared. It wasn't until now that someone was available to log them all within the ancient tome the used to record each prophecy.
As he slowly made his way down the aisle, tome in hand, dic-ta-quill copying everything that was said when he activated an orb with his wand, he had to stifle a yawn.
Despite what most people believe, the majority of prophecies were very boring. Ranging anywhere from when someone would eventually find their missing keys to when they would find true love. He even had one a little over four years ago about a flying car that would live in a forest.
Only once in a rare while would a truly life altering prophecy be made. The last one had been in the late seventies and was about Harry Potter and You-Know-Who.
The Unspeakable was half way through cataloging the new prophecies when he came across one that was glowing a slightly yellowish color instead of the standard bluish/white.
He tapped it with his wand and listened as the dic-ta-quill wrote it down.
His eyes widened as he listened to the multiple voices speak from the orb. He had heard rumors of this before when he first became and Unspeakable. Only twice in the history of the history of the world had a prophecy sounded like this.
Normally it was only one voice, and that was that of the seer.
Multiple voices meant that powers greater than any witch or wizard could fathom was sending a warning. The last time a prophecy was made with multiple voices, Atlantis had sunk beneath the waves.
Dropping the tome and the dic-ta-quill, the Unspeakable ran off to find one of his superiors and hoping that whatever the prophecy spoke of, it wasn't too late.
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Hagrid sat on the front step of his small hut, tears running from his beetle black eyes and into his bushy beard.
Hogwarts was gone. The place he had called home for the last fifty years was no more. And to top it all off, Dumbledore was missing and presumed dead.
Taking a long drink from the large tankard filled with Ogden's Finest, he mentally kicked himself for not making sure the castle had been emptied when the wards told everyone to leave. If he had, Dumbledore would be sitting with him. Telling him that everything would be fine and that Hogwarts would be rebuilt.
Instead, he sat alone.
This had been a bad year. First that Umbridge woman taking control of the school and not only attacking him just for breathing, but also attacking McGonagall for coming to his aid that night. Then a few days later, Harry died fighting Voldemort.
Hagrid missed Harry. He was one of the few students that didn't look down on him or think he was crazy for his love of the more interesting magical creatures.
He remembered the night he first met him. Right on his eleventh birthday when he was trying to deliver his Hogwarts letter. He remembered the joy on the young lads face when he took him to buy his school supplies and his wand. How his eyes lit up when he bought him his owl for a birthday present, which he named Hedwig.
Hedwig was now perched inside his small hut, as he had decided to take care of the snowy white owl after Harry gave his life to stop Voldemort. Hagrid thought it was the least he could do to pay the young man back for his sacrifice.
Draining the last of the firewhiskey in his tankard, Hagrid noticed a ball of light in the sky. He watched as it grew larger and larger as it headed right towards him.
BOOM
The ball of light crashed into the pumpkin patch right next to his hut, leaving a large, smoking crater behind.
Slowly, Hagrid made his way towards where the light had impacted the earth and looked over the edge.
At first, he saw nothing but smoke. However, as the smoke cleared, he could see something there.
No, not something. Someone.
"Blimey," Hagrid said as he stared in shock before he turned and shouted as loud as he could, "HELP! I NEED HELP HERE!"
When he saw people start to come towards him, Hagrid looked back into the crater, unbelieving what he was seeing.
Curled up in the fetal position was none other than Harry Potter.