Disclaimer: this work borrows from the world of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter books; some plot elements, characters, and concepts are hers.
Chapter 14: Dangers of using a thinking cap.
Arabella Figg pulled her head out of the fire with a sigh.
She had just got done contacting the agents at the Quibbler and alerting them that Harry Potter and his friend Jacob Anasazi had gone missing after a death eater attack.
She reached up and grabbed a pinch of floo powder; she tossed it in the fire, which roared green.
"Hogwarts, headmaster's office!" she said, sticking her head through.
"Arabella, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Dumbledore said with his trademark twinkle.
"Harry Potter had disappeared; he was last seen just before a Death Eater attack on number 7 Privet Drive"
Dumbledore's twinkle vanished. "Just down the street from his relative's house." He frowned. "Thank you Arabella, I'll find him" he said grimly.
Mrs. Figg nodded and withdrew from the fire.
Dumbledore quickly got up from his seat behind the desk and walked over to the stool in the corner where the sorting hat sat.
"My friend, I need your help once again, you heard I take it?" He said to the hat.
"Of course headmaster, we shall solve this puzzle together."
Dumbledore nodded and carefully set the hat on his head, and immediately screamed in pain as he was thrust aside and the hat took over, a high pitched laugh coming from the hat.
"Old fool, it's finally time for my revenge! You should have given me that teaching position when I asked for it."
Almost immediately the old man began to change, instead of the withered old headmaster stood Tom Riddle as he had been nearly 40 years before, when Albus Dumbledore had denied him the Defense against the Dark Arts teaching position.
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"Now it's finally time for the great Harry Potter to die, as he should have all those years ago." He said with another high-pitched laugh.
It was a fairly slow morning for the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley, it was about 10:30 in the morning, and most of the people who ran errands in the morning had already finished, and the afternoon crowds had not come yet.
It had been especially slow in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, since it was the summer holidays, and their target market did not get out of bed before noon during the summer if they could help it.
Suddenly an alarm went of in the back of the shop.
Harry hurried out of the room that he and Jake were sharing, and ran in to George, who was running down the hall.
Harry fell to the ground, winded, with George on top of him.
George got up and hurried on to his and Fred's room, followed shortly by Fred.
Harry spent a few moments gasping for air, and then got up and followed them.
"What is it?" he said, staggering to the door to see the twin's putting on black dragon hide battle robes.
"Proximity wards and dark detectors have been set off at the burrow." Fred said as they sprinted from their room to the fireplace in the living room.
Harry whirled just in time to see Jake toss his Katana at him.
Harry and Jake followed Fred and George to the fireplace, Harry grabbed a pinch of floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace, then stepped in himself. The Burrow" he called out, and vanished in a burst of green flames.
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It was a quiet day at the Department of Mysteries, there really wasn't much to do in the security office, just keep an ear out for any alarms, and if anything went off, check it out on the ARMIS, report that Arabella Figg's Kneazle tripped the wards to her underground safe room again and switch the alarm off.
On the whole it was a boring day for the security operator, John Crabtree.
Boring until 11:30 that morning, anyway.
John heard the bell for the proximity wards go off. :"That's the fourth time today, damned Kneazle!" he growled, and pulled up the Active Resonant Magical Imaging System, which gave him a view of all of the magic that was active in Arabella Figg's house, only to realize that the proximity wards in her house were not going off.
He blinked, and looked over at the blinking crystal, labeled 'The Burrow'
"What the hell?" he muttered, adjusting the ARMIS view to the burrow, and the surrounding area, allowing him to see what had set off the proximity wards, then looked up at the wall that displayed the readings, and his mouth fell open in shock.
"Bloody Hell!" he said to himself, and hit the crystal that the communications charm was set to.
"Alert, a class 5 wizard with an active soul-siphon just tripped the proximity wards at the burrow."
Just then waves of yellow, blue and green light shot across the screen.
"Apparation, portkey and floo wards just went up."
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Molly Weasley was cooking lunch when she heard the chime of the proximity wards going off.
"Ron, Ginny, get to the floo quick!" she shouted, making sure that her children were safe.
Ron ran into the living room, and looked over his shoulder to see Ginny following.
He grabbed some floo powder and threw it into the fire, rather than the usual flare of green flames there was a small explosion as the powder caught fire.
"Bloody hell!" Ron cursed, ducking. "MUM! Outgoing floo is down!"
Just then the floo flared green, and Fred, George and Harry came tumbling out.
"Incoming floo works I guess." Ginny said.
Just then Molly came in. "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY, WHY DID YOU COME HERE?" she shouted when she saw the twins.
"We came because the alarm went off" The twins replied in unison.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED SAFELY AT THAT FOOLISH SHOP OF YOURS!"
Just then the fire flared again, but it did not just flare green, there were flames of red, gold blue, green and white, followed by an explosion that knocked everyone off of their feet.
Harry picked himself up off of the ground, and squinted through the cloud of ash, soot and smoke.
The fire was still roaring loudly, and it looked like there was something in it.
Harry took a step closer and gasped in shock.
In the middle of the fireplace stood Jake, wreathed in flames of gold, white and blue, and yet he was not being burned, in fact, nothing that he was wearing appeared to be getting damaged by the fire.
Molly screamed, reaching for her wand to try to douse Jake, but he was pushed out of the fire as it flared green, allowing a witch that none of them knew to step gracefully out of the floo.
She looked around confused for a moment, before she was pushed out of the way by another incoming floo.
Soon the room was full of confused, shouting people.
The floo was almost constantly flaring green, admitting total strangers into the Weasley's home, none of whom wanted to be there.
Harry and Jake made their way outside in the confusion.
As they stepped out Harry saw a black robed figure walking quickly up the lane.
He tensed, and reached for his wand, recognizing the man.
There, walking up the lane stood Lord Voldemort.