(A/N: Happy day before Easter. Wow, that sounded really lame. Anyway, here's the next chapter for you all. Enjoy.)

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Chapter 18: Harry's Greatest Fear

The fact that Drake Dursley, Harry's nephew, was the New Dark Lord shocked everyone. Harry, on the other hand, was mentally kicking himself for not realizing it. It was so obvious. The whole time he had been comparing Drake to himself, thinking how much alike they were, but now that he thought about it, Drake's childhood was more like Voldemort. Both of them had a muggle father that abandoned them. Both of them had mother's that let them down, and didn't bother going on for their son. Both of them craved power and left everything else behind. Yes, it was so obvious.

It had been over a month since the attack on Hogwarts. During that night, three Death Eaters had been caught and, thankfully, no one was killed.

It had been a very surprising night. Death Eaters managed to invade Hogwarts, the New Dark Lord had been discovered, and Ginny became the second person in history to block the Killing Curse. But the most surprising, and terrible thing was the fact that Voldemort was alive.

Or so Drake had claimed. The only people that were aware of this was the Order. The New Dark Lord's identity became quickly well known, but everyone thought it best not to let the public know about the former Dark Lord.

At least until there was proof. Harry remembered all to well the last time that Voldemort returned. Everyone had been in denial. And the first time, Voldemort only lost his powers for 13 years. This time, Voldemort had been declared dead for 18 years. If it was hard to convince the public the first time, it would be nearly impossible this time. Even some members of the Order were having their doubts. And has much as Harry hated to admit it, so was he. He knew not to underestimate Voldemort, but he saw him die. He had personally killed him. He just didn't see how Voldemort could be alive. He realized that Drake could have just been making it up, to make Harry feel like he failed, but no, he believed him. He saw the truth in Drake's hypnotic eyes.

Perhaps Dumbledore was wrong. Maybe Voldemort created more Horcruxes. Perhaps when Voldemort had wanted seven Horcruxes instead of of seven pieces of a soul. Or maybe when he found out that Riddle's Diary was destroyed, he decided to create another Horcrux. How many Horcruxes would Voldemort risk making. If you make too many you would eventually remove your soul completely.

Whatever the reason was, if Voldemort was still alive it meant that the situation was much, much worse than everyone feared.

"Is it true he approached the dementors?" asked Harry.

Tonks nodded.

"And?"

Tonks smiled. "They refused his offer."

This news surprised Harry. "They did! Why?"

"They remembered the last time they betrayed us." Mr. Weasley replied. "It didn't go too well for them. They didn't want to risk losing their rights."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. So the dementors refused Drake's offer. That was a huge advantage for them.

"Are you sure they all refused?" he asked, wanting to make sure.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "There around 400 dementors world wide. Each of them under ministry control. They're all still loyal to us. Or at least, what's left of them are."

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

"Well Drake wasn't too happy about the dementor's decision. He began killing them. He said if they wouldn't join him, or free his followers, he would free their souls."

"Free their souls?" asked Ron in confusion. He turned to Harry. Who better to answer his question than the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I thought once you were Kissed you couldn't get your soul back."

"You can't." said Harry. "Or at least your body can't. Your body can't get your soul back when it dies either. When dementors Kiss you, they just separate your soul from your body without killing you, then they prevent your soul from crossing over. So yeah, you kill a dementor, you free those it kissed. But killing dementors is illegal, since they don't have souls of their own, which is why they feed on others.

"But I don't think that Drake killed them to 'free his followers.' I think he was scared that they would attack him, so he wanted to make it look like he was still in control of the situation. How many dementors were killed?"

"About 80."

Ron whistled. "That's a lot of dementors."

Harry personally thought that all dementors should be killed. Just because they had no souls of their own didn't mean that they should get to trap others in darkness, waiting centuries for their kisser to finally rot away.

But that wasn't important right now. There was still another thing he needed to know. "What about the giants?"

"I can answer that." said Hagrid. "They refused to help him too."

"Well that's good." said Harry. "Will they join us?"

Hagrid sadly shook his head. "No, they want absolutely nothing to do with wizards. On the dark side or the light."

Harry didn't really know what to feel about the giants. Sure they were better than dementors, but he didn't really like them that much either, especially since he was nearly killed by them. But if they weren't going to join them, at least they weren't going to join Drake either.

"I think we may have the upper hand." said Lupin. "It's obvious that Drake's plans aren't working out the way he wanted. He expected both the dementors and the giants to join him, for all of Voldemort's old supporters to be freed, and Harry here should be dead. Things are definitely looking up for us."

"But what about Voldemort?" asked Tonks. "If he is alive, then were still just as bad off as we were 18 years ago."

"Yes, but this time neither Drake or Voldemort have the advantage that they had back then." Harry said. "Or the advantage Voldemort had anyway. But that does not mean that we can take it easy. We have the upper hand now, but we can't get over confident. So until next meeting, keep your eyes and ears open for anything out of the ordinary."

And with that, another meeting for the Order of the Phoenix ended. Everyone got their stuff together and headed home. Harry and Ginny were about to disapparate when…

"Harry, Ginny wait!"

They turned to see Ron and Hermione coming up behind him.

"Do you really think Voldemort is alive?" Hermione asked.

Harry sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. I've learned never to underestimate Voldemort's power, but I just don't see how he can be alive."

"So you think Drake was bluffing?"

Harry thought about it. "Part of me does, but somewhere deep down, I believe him."

"Well mate, we just want you to remember, that the last time you faced Voldemort, we said we would stand by you no matter what." said Ron. "Well, nothing has changed since them."

"That's right, we're with you till the end." said Hermione.

"So am I." said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand. "We'll always be there for you. No matter what."

Harry smiled at them. "Thanks guy. That really means a lot to me."

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Though Harry was the leader of the Order, that didn't stop him from teaching. The next day he was up and ready to head to Hogwarts. He sat at the table finishing his breakfast with Ginny and Michelle.

"Oh Harry, listen to this." said Ginny, holding up the Daily Prophet. "They finally made a wizard credit card. It even converts wizard money to muggle money so it can be used anywhere."

"About time." said Harry. "I've been wondering when they were going to do that."

"I think I'll stop at Gringotts later to pick some up for us." said Ginny.

Harry suddenly didn't like the idea about Ginny going to Diagon Alley alone during this time. He mentioned this to Ginny. Her reaction was predictable.

"Oh Harry, I'll be fine." she said. "I'll just go, pick up the cards, then leave. Besides, don't you remember what we talked about? How we can't let fear control us, or interfere with our lives? Well if we can't even run a simple errand-"

"Ok, ok, I see your point." said Harry. "You're right as usual. But at least take some Aurors with you."

"Oh, I was going to do that anyway." Ginny replied. "I said I wasn't going to let fear control me, not ignore the danger at hand. I'll get Kingsley and Dawlish to come."

"Can I come too?" asked Michelle. "I want to visit Uncle Fred and George's shop. I haven't been there in a while."

Now Ginny was the one that seemed uneasy. "I don't know. These are dangerous times."

"But you just said that we can't let fear control us." Michelle argued. "And they'll be the Aurors there too."

Michelle was normally sweet and innocent, but she did have a feisty side that she revealed from time to time.

"Oh alright, but just for awhile." said Ginny.

"Just be careful you two." said Harry.

"Oh, don't worry so much." said Ginny, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Now get to work. You don't want to be late for your own class."

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Harry still felt uneasy about letting Ginny and Michelle go to Diagon Alley alone. Sure Kingsley and Dawlish were with them, but he would have preferred being there with them.

It happened in the middle of lunch. Harry suddenly got a feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't a worry or a thought, it was more of a feeling. He didn't think something was wrong, he knew something was wrong. He didn't know how he knew, but something was telling him that something was very wrong. He had to get to Diagon Alley.

Harry jumped up from the table, and headed for the room for Floo transporting.

"Harry, where you going?" cried Hermione.

Harry didn't answer her. Running into the Floo room, he grabbed a handful of powder, threw it in the fire and cried "Diagon Alley!"

The moment he crawled out of the fire place, he knew his suspicions were right. Several people were running around in a panic. Harry grabbed the closest person to him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

The man was in such a panic he didn't even recognize the famous Harry Potter.

"Death Eaters!" the man cried. "Here!"

"Where?"

"By Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"

Harry's worst fears were confirmed. Ginny and Michelle were there. Without wasting another second, Harry apparated to the twin's joke shop.

It was terrible. Kingsey and Dawlish were dead. The Dark Mark floating over their bodies. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was on fire, and the flames were quickly spreading.

Praying Ginny and Michelle weren't inside the burning store, Harry cried "Aguamenti!" and put the fames out. Without hesitating, he ran inside.

"Ginny!" he called. "Michelle! Are you in here?"

He received no reply. So he began searching. He didn't find Ginny or Michelle, but he did find Fred and George. Both of them were stunned, and had apparantly been left to burn in the fire.

Harry dragged the twins outside the burning rubble of their once famous joke shop.

"Ennervate!"

Fred and George woke up.

"What happened?" asked Fred. He saw the ruined shop. "What the hell!?"

"I remember!" cried George. "There were Death Eaters. They came and-"

"Shut up and listen to me!" Harry shouted. He didn't have time for this. "Go to the ministry. Get Aurors down here now."

They didn't bother arguing. Taking one last look at their destroyed joke shop, the twins disapparated.

Harry immediately resumed his search for Ginny and Michelle.

"Sonorus!" he said, pointing his wand to his throat. "GINNY! MICHELLE! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

He didn't care if the Death Eaters heard him. He was partly hoping they would, just so he could curse them.

"They're not here." said a cold voice.

Harry recognized that voice. Turning around, he saw Drake standing there, looking very calm.

Harry raised his wand. "Where are they?"

Drake smirked. "I have them."

"Tell me where they are!" Harry demanded. "If you don't I'll-"

"Do what? Kill me? If you do, you'll never see them again."

Harry didn't lower his wand, but he didn't attack either. He wouldn't risk his wife and daughter's safety.

"You've crossed the line." Harry said through clenched teeth. "This time you have gone too far."

Drake just laughed. "Well now I'm really scared. Come now, Potter, how dumb do you think I am. We both know that you're not going to do anything. It's just another way love makes you weak."

"I'm not here to give you a lesson in love, Drake." snapped Harry. "I came for my wife and daughter."

"Of course you did." said Drake, smiling broadly. "But the Dark Lord and I have plans for them."

"Back to this, are we?" said Harry angrily. "So Voldemort is alive, is he? I wonder how that's possible seeing that I defeated him."

"You can never beat the Dark Lord." Drake said, smiling more broadly.

"How do you know? You weren't even born back then. How do I know you're not bluffing."

"Why don't you ask him?" Drake suggested.

Now Harry was confused. "Who?"

"Me, Potter." said a cold voice.

Harry felt his blood run cold. He knew that voice anywhere. He still heard it in his nightmares.

Slowly, very slowly, Harry turned around. There was a man whose skin was as white as chalk, eyes as red as blood, and face flat and snakelike, standing right behind him. There was no mistaking him. It was Lord Voldemort.

(A/N: Big cliffhanger. Sorry but I had to end it there; you'll see why next chapter. Until then, leave me lots of reviews, and have a happy Easter.)