There he stood at 6'10" one blood red eye with a scar going down the left side of his face and another emerald green eye which were both staring at the sight in front of him. His long, black hair whipping in the wind as his long black cloak was doing the same. He looked at the building in front of me slightly puzzled wondering how he was supposed to get it.
"Oh cmon baby, daddy never told you how to get in two Number 12 Grimmauld Place?" It was his wife, Jane, smiling up at him.
"Oh," He seemed surprised to see her, "no he didn't."
"Ok come with me." She grasped his hand and started running towards the space the complex where Numbers 11 and 13 stood side by side. She stomped her foot three times in a certain place and gazed for a shortwhile at the building until miraculously the structure shifted and twisted until there stood Number 12 between 11 and 13.
"B-but the muggles? don't they see?"
"They don't see nothin'. Not Number 12 and not us once we enter it, even the people living in 11 and 13 had no idea that their houses just shifted to reveal this one."
"I love magic" he said with a slight smile etched on his scarred face. "C'mon, we better go inside."
They entered the door and right as they were making their way down the dark, dim, and dusty hallway lined with decapitated house elf heads they started to here voices. "Is it true, Harry? Is the Order really back?"
"Yes" came the voice of Potter, "and very much alive."
"What made you think of it Harry?"
"Yeah Harry, it's such a brilliant idea!"
"Good job Professor!"
At this moment Apocolyps opened the door and the two walked into the room. It was a dimly lit room with only a long table in it and a few cabinets resting against the wall. Sitting at the head of the table was a man in his late thirties with long raven hair and a short pointy black beard staring up at them with emerald eyes. His face was starting to show signs of age and he wore dark green robes to accomodate his eyes. It was Harry Potter, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Headmaster at Hogwarts.
On his right and down the table were many people, some Apocolyps knew, others he didn't. There was of course his wife Hermione, Ron, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Kingsely, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, George, Bill, Fleur, Charlie and all the Weasley grandchildren. Hagrid was also there Minerva McGonagall who still, in her old age, found suit to show.
They all stared at the couple as they entered, mainly everybody's eyes on Apocolyps, after all its not everyday you see the son of Voldemort.
"Welcome...Mr. and Mrs. Stane" it was Harry speaking, "to the first meeting of the reconstructered Order of the Phoenix!" Everyone clapped.
"Thank you, master." Apocolyps bowed at the Headmaster.
Hermione spoke, "Now down to busine-"
She stopped short, for her son Albus, had retreated from his chair and made his way towards Apocolyps. When he had reached him he realized if he had actually attacked he would be absolutely destroyed at that moment. "So..." he said looking up at the giant of a man, "Your father tried to kill my father." He smirked.
"I don't wish to see it that way because I am utterly ashamed he is my father...but yes."
Albus drew his wand and pointed it at Apocolyps' throat, "Don't play games with ME, demon. I can tell you're secretly working for the Dark Side!" Apocolyps didn't even flinch.
"Albus that is enough!" Harry yelled. The room had gone silent and you could cut the tension with a knife.
"Next time you try to amount an attack on somebody please know fully who they are and who they are really working for before you act like a complete fool in front of everybody, Albus." Said Apocolyps calmly.
"Dont try to humiliate me in front of my own family you bitch!"
"ALBUS!"
Albus didn't listen, instead he thrust his wand out in front of him and yelled, "Crucio!"
Apocolyps nearly blocked the spell by sending it into the floor, "That's it boy this has gone far enough, listen to what your father says!" He raised his a hand from his cloak pointing his index finger straight at Albus' head.
"Is that the best you can do? Pretend to be loyal to my father to gain his trust before you try to finish what you bloody fucking father started?"
"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!" Harry's anger started to radiate from him causing all else but Albus and Apocolyps to leave the room.
"Lower your wand boy, do what you father says! I do not want to do it for you!"
"Listen to him, Albus!"
"Wh-what is this bullshit? I cannot believe what I'm hearing, he's brainwashed you too, dad. He's turned you against me!"
"You have done that yourself, son."
"AHHHH! You son of a bitch, GO TO HELL!" He pointed his wand back at Apocolyps. It felt to all three like a tornado was going off inside the room, papers and books and dishes were flying everywhere, "father! Father calm yourself, release your anger of this vortex!"
"It's not me, son."
"Avada Kedavr-"
He looked over just in time to see Apocolyps' emerald eye turn blood red and then in one swift motion he clapped his hands together and a shockwave of energy burst from his hands sending Albus flying through walls until the wind stopped and the dust settled, Albus wasn't moving and all was quiet.
