Harry Potter and the Dark Reign

[Gryffindor Student]

OMG! :0 You can write so well! That was amazeing! I wish I could i come up with something that...Deep... but me no... i am only good at comedy! O well ... I am working on a serious one and I hope it will turn out good. Anyways.. That was so COOL! I loved it! I cant wait until the other chapers get posted!

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[Wedge]

~*Thanks, GS! I'll post number 10 now!*~

10: Recovering and Beran’s dream

The world around Harry swirled back into existence mid-afternoon. He sat up groggily, but instantly clasped his head, his scar was burning terribly, and he knew exactly why- Hogsmeade was now taken, and Voldemort would be near constantly. He groaned, put on his glasses, and looked around. He was in Hogwarts hospital wing, thankfully. All of the Weasleys were sat round him, looking at him worriedly. Sirius was also there, chewing on his nails. When Harry opened his eyes, Sirius leapt towards him and drew him into a hug, Mrs Weasley followed suite.
‘I thought we’d lost you’ Sirius said, painfully. ‘But no, nothing can stop you, Harry not even Voldemort’ Harry grinned up at him.
‘How are you doing Harry?’ Asked Ron.
‘I’m fine, apart from my scar, Where’s Hermione?’ Ron made a face.
‘She’s in the Library, it’s lunch at the moment, but school started today! You were out for two days!’ Harry smiled in spite of himself, Hermione would constantly be in the library this year- they had their O.W.L’s. He attempted to swing himself out of bed, but stopped when Mrs Weasley told him to rest until tomorrow. They all left then, apart from Fred and George. The clapped him on his shoulder.
‘Nice going, Mate’ Fred said enthusiastically. ‘He saw all of that battle through this orb thing Dumbledore’s got’ George explained ‘You were brilliant’ Harry thanked them, and they continued.
‘Hey Harry by the way, we told Mum about the joke shop!’ Fred said, with feeling. ‘She gave into us, and we’re going to start building it in a moths time!’ Harry grinned at them.
‘Nice going!’ He said. ‘Hey you two, when I get out of this place tomorrow, would you help me pulling a massive prank?’ The twin’s eyes lit up as Harry whispered what he wanted to do.
‘Great thinking, Harry!’ George cried, all too loudly, Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, ushered the two out of the room.

The next day was incredibly sunny for a September; it was very hot, yet the calm breeze cooled things down a little. Madam Pomfrey let Harry out a little reluctantly, saying that he should be more careful in future. As he entered the great hall, he met a great silence. Everyone, except the Slytherins, were saying nothing, the death toll, Harry thought, must have been a lot to drive people into this much silence. He bowed his head, but felt eyes watching him as he crossed the hall to his place on the Gryffindor table.
Dumbledore gravely stood up. And with a painful expression upon his face began to read a list of the casualties. The casualties seemed to hit the Hufflepuffs a lot more than any other form. They lost ten members, which was basically a whole year. Ravenclaws and Gryffindors shared the same loss, three each. Harry bowed his head at this news. Charles Kendy, who was included in the death toll, had been the head boy. Through out Dumbledore’s readings, many wept and cried for people they had known, and glared icily at the Slytherins, who had lost no one, as Malfoy was the only person who took part in the war. Harry was beginning to warm to him a little, but still didn’t like him terribly much. As timetables were handed out, people began to talk quietly.
‘Double Divination. First’ Harry groaned. Divination was the subject he hated the most, paired with potions. However, the next few lessons were OK- Charms, and Defence against the dark arts. After that they had a free period.
‘I wonder who is taking DADA this year?’ Ron asks curiously, Hermione shook her head.
‘I don’t know, and whose going to teach potions? Snape isn’t here, he’s spying on Voldemort’ Harry nodded, frowning.
An old friend of ours his fathers voice came, mysteriously.
‘Sirius?’ Harry exclaimed out loud he explained what his father had said. And Ron’s face brightened.
‘That’d be cool’ so they set off for their first lesson, Hermione left them, as she was at Arithmancy, instead of Divination. They climbed many, many stairs to get to the top of the north tower, and reached the trap door in which they climbed up, to get into the Divination classroom. It was no different from the last year. There were comfy, beanbag like stools on the floor, around wooden tables. The whole room was stifling hot, and although it was already fairly hot outside a fire crackled merrily at a massive hearth to the north of the room. People shifted uncomfortably on their stools, all except Parvati and Lavender. Who were waiting excitedly for Trelawney to appear, and she did, suddenly walking out of the shadows, like a glittering insect. Harry yawned, and blinked quickly, trying not to fall asleep right at the start of the lesson. However, somehow, from the start of the lesson, sleep seemed to beckon him, as though there was something important waiting for him there. They were studying Tarot Cards that lesson, and Harry gazed of into space, as Trelawney explained what was to be done, he knew Tarot cards were a waste of time, there wasn’t much point in doing anything, a Trelawney handed out their pack of Tarot cards, and swept past them, Harry drifted into a warm, fuzzy sleep.

Suddenly he was not in the Divination classroom. The scenery around him changed to a cavern filled with golden light. Suddenly some one else flew to his side, Harry wheeled round, and saw the small figure of Beran.
‘Beran, What’s going on? Harry asked Beran was very confused.
‘Harry, I- I don’t know!’ He said nervously. They started to walk along a thin rock path, although the cave was massive, there were golden ravines swirling all around them- these ravines seemed to swell with some light power, which was surely to be used for good and good only. The finally came to a wide piece of rock, on which was a marble altar, it was a pure white, and dirt seemed to be repelled from it. There was a strange aura around the altar, and upon it lay a magnificent, gold and red hilt of a sword.
‘The sword of Gryffindor!’ Harry gasped.
‘Indeed that is the hilt of my blade’ Harry jumped as a tall figure appeared; he was clad in red and gold, much like the order of phoenix costumes. The tall man had a stubbly beard, and long, brown hair, from his whole figure radiated power, a courageous power of bravery and righteousness. Harry gasped, while Beran just gaped in awe at the figure.
‘Gryffindor’ Harry nodded, trying to understate the moment.
‘Son’ Godric Gryffindor replied also nodding. As Harry thought about it, he was Godric’s son, albeit with a long list of ‘great’ on the end. ‘You will come here soon. However, only Beran can touch the sword until it is fully forged.
‘Why?’ Asked Beran he seemed rather scared at this prospect.
‘The parts have ancient wards upon them, only a young figure of innocence and enthusiasm can touch the parts of the sword, while Gryffindor’s heir can only touch the fully forged blade. Gryffindor smiled sadly at them.
‘I wish you two the best of luck’ He said. Suddenly a faint figure of a lady appeared behind Gryffindor, from this women radiated wisdom and intelligence, Rowena Ravenclaw. She wrapped her arms around Godric, and smiled at him.
‘Good luck to you’ She said, in a soft, silky voice. And then the two were gone. Harry felt very alone, even though Beran was at his side. He patted the boy on the head, and the boy trotted over to the altar, stretching his small hand out he touched the blade. Then everything as gone.
Harry sat up suddenly, realising he was back in the divination classroom. Everyone was looking at him. He got up quickly, and began to walk to the exit, Ron got up and followed him.
‘What happened, dear?’ Trelawney inquired as they left.
‘Nothing.’ Harry lied ‘I have to see Dumbledore’ the jumped down the ladder, ignoring Trelawney’s come back- ‘If you are going to Dumbledore it can’t have been nothing’
Harry didn’t explain what had happened to Ron; instead he focused on getting down the stairs.
It may have been Harry’s imagination, but he got down the north towers stairs quicker than he had ever done before.

[Wedge]

~*Ok this is how far i've got so far, i'm still writing the rest!*~

11: Lessons and Pranks

When Harry crashed through, into Dumbledore’s office, he saw that Arabella and Beran were already seated at the old mans desk. When he beckoned them to pull up a seat, Ron seemed to have had enough.
‘Ok Harry, so tell us, what happened?’ He demanded. Beran looked at Harry.
‘You explain’ He said. Something about the dream had changed the boy, and he somehow seemed a little more mature now. Harry plunged into their dream. Through out Dumbledore listened intently, and when he reached the end of the dream Dumbledore’s eyes were gleaming with pride, yet there was a strange yearning.
‘So, you two have met with Gryffindor’ the two nodded.
‘Well he cast fantastic ward on the sword’ Dumbledore said ‘You’ll never find a Slytherin boy who is innocent’ He smiled kindly at Beran. ‘Well there is only one thing to do’ He said. Harry already knew what the old man was about to say, but he let him continue.
‘You must go to this place, I have a feeling it is somewhere under Hogsmeade, so it maybe a little hard to get to.’ Harry grinned, and stopped when everyone looked curiously at him.
‘Nothing’ He said ‘It’s just that a part of the power that could destroy him, is right underneath Voldemort’ Dumbledore nodded slightly.
‘There is something in the prophecy that speaks of your travels to get this magnificent weapon’ There was a strange formality in Dumbledore’s tone, which sounded as if he had prepared this ‘Speech’ before. Ron, Beran and Bella were listening intently now, as they wanted to know about the prophecy. Dumbledore quoted a little of it out loud.
‘On his travels, the boy whom lived shall take four other friends, his two friends, the intelligent and the Strong, accompanied by the child companion and the guide’ Everyone was in amazement, Dumbledore’s quoting voice was terribly different from his actual one.
‘Are you the guide?’ Harry asked Dumbledore, who inclined his head slowly. Ron was ecstatic.
‘Hermione and me are coming with you!’ He said, happily, But Harry did not grin.
‘Ron, it will be incredibly dangerous, you’ll have to be serious’ Ron nodded, but he was still smiling, happily. Harry turned to Beran.
‘Are you alright with this Beran?’ He asked. The boy seemed to think a moment.
‘Yes. It’s just a little strange. Why did the prophecy pick me?’ Dumbledore answered that for them
‘You are one of the only pure innocent boys’ He said, wisely ‘The prophecy thought you were best for the job’ Beran didn’t seem convinced, however, he nodded, and sat back down on Bella’s lap.
‘Now please leave me’ Dumbledore said, ushering them out of his office ‘I have to think of a plan, and I need to confirm whether it was Hogsmeade’ They all left quickly, and Harry and Ron trailed off to their next lesson, they had missed the rest of Divination, and were now due in charms, which turned out to be a very interesting lesson. As they stood outside the classroom, waiting for Professor Flitwick to allow them entry, Ron and Harry briefly described what had happened to Hermione, but they were soon stopped as the little professor told them to enter.
‘Now listen here’ Flitwick said in his squeaky voice ‘We don’t really normally teach people this advanced spell at your level but you need to know due to the circumstances’ Everyone looked down at their tables, remembering that the Dark Lord was still in Hogsmeade. ‘Today I shall teach you the Convincing charm, this spell is especially useful when you don’t want dark creatures like Vampires and Manticores attacking you, it persuades them that there is no point attacking you.’ Harry thought the spell was extremely useful. He raised his hand.
‘Yes Potter?’ Asked the tiny professor.
‘Does it work on dark people as well?’ He asked. The professor shook his head, and Harry thought he should of known, everything wasn’t that easy. Flitwick continued.
‘The word for this spell is Ceraxas. You need to also think about why the creatures should stop’ He took out his wand. ‘I will create illusions of Vampires, and you, one by one, shall attempt to stop their attack, I don’t expect you to get it first time’
Lavender Brown was up first, and suddenly a white faced Vampire appeared in front of her, his long teeth poking through his mouth, it glared at her. Lavender screamed, and stumbled back, stammering ‘Cer-Ceraxas!’
Nothing happened. The Vampire grinned, a totally evil grin, and jumped at her, then disappeared. Lavender shook as she went back to her place.
The trick to it Harry’s mother’s voice drifted into his thoughts is to put emphasis on the ‘as’ at the end
Thanks Harry thought.
Hermione actually managed to make the vampire consider for a second, but still didn’t manage to keep it back. Then it was Harry’s turn. Even though the vampire was just an illusion, Harry still felt a little nervous. But as it leered in front of him, he lost all fear, and boomed ‘Ceraxas!’ He remembered to put the emphasis at the end, and thought ‘Why should I attack him? He’s only an innocent human, I could get bigger game somewhere’ He looked up, and saw the vampire turn away, looking for someone else to turn on.
‘Well done, Harry!’ Flitwick congratulated him ‘that’s incredible! Mr. Potter did it first time!’ Harry smiled slightly, and went back to his place.
The next part of the lesson consisted of writing up information about the Convincing charm; they were to finish it for homework. It turned out Harry was the only one to do it first time, Ron however, like Hermione, had made the Vampire stop for a second. All of the children emerged from the class feeling rather ashamed that they hadn’t ‘beaten the vampire’ as they put it. Everyone had been looking forward to the next lesson- defence against the dark arts. Harry and Ron discussed how cool it would be to have Sirius teaching them, but Hermione was focused on getting to the lesson the fastest so she could get a good seat.
As they entered the classroom their thoughts were confirmed.
‘Sirius!’ Harry said, looking at his now cleanly shaved godfather, who didn’t look so saggy and thin anymore. Everyone else’s reaction (beside Hermione and Ron’s) was either a gasp or a scream. Sirius calmed them down enough to talk.
‘It’s ok, my name has been cleared, I am not going to murder anyone’ He looked around at the class. Lavender stood up.
‘It’s true! I read it in the daily prophet!’ Everyone seemed to calm down from their state of fright, and melted into a state of excitement.
‘Ok! Calm down!’ Sirius said ‘as you are my first class to teach, I would have liked to start with something interesting, but Dumbledore decided against it. Instead we will start with Dementors.’ He shuddered. Everyone knew how much he hated Dementors; however, he recovered and winked at Harry.
‘Mr Potter could you show how to protect yourself against the hideous creatures?’ Harry nodded smiling vaguely, getting up. Sirius made an illusion, like Flitwick’s, however, this looked exactly like a Dementor. Harry whipped out his wand and bellowed ‘Expecto Patronum!’ a silver stag burst out of his wand, and charged directly at the Dementor, who suddenly popped out of existence. The stag came round, trotted up to Harry, and seemed to wink at him. Then it was gone.
Harry then had a sudden thought, could that stag possibly be his father? He was definitely inside his head. He didn’t ponder on this for very long, however, as Sirius beckoned him over to his seat.
‘This spell is incredibly hard to produce, and Harry only knows it due to hard work in his third year, You have to think about a happy memory, and then say Expecto Patronum for example’ Sirius took out his wand, and said the spell firmly. A big black dog, Sirius’ Animagus form burst from his wand, issued a silent bark and disappeared. Everyone was eager to start, but hardly anyone got the spell right. By the end of the lesson, Only Hermione had created a sot layer of wispy smoke in front of her.
They left the lesson exhausted, but excited about their new teacher. Harry saw Arabella and Beran waiting outside the classroom, He, Ron, and Hermione sidled up to her, leaving the other Gryffindors to walk back up to the common room.
‘Hey’ Arabella greeted them ‘Dumbledore wants to se us, you too Hermione’ they followed her up to Dumbledore office.
Dumbledore said that their suspicions were correct- the hilt lay deep under Hogsmeade, and apparently only Gryffindors heir could find the entrance. He decided to leave the next day, to leave before breakfast, so no one else knew of his or her mission.
As they entered the common room, Fred and George were just going out.
‘Harry My man! There you are!’ We’re just going out for provision, for our little excursion’ Ron looked at them, curiously.
‘What are you up to now?’ Ron said. Fred shook his head.
‘You’ll soon find out, ask Harry, anyway he was the one that thought it up’ with that, they briskly walked out of the common room, grinning broadly.
It was about eleven o’clock when the Weasley twins arrived, just after Ron had gone to bed. Harry had grabbed his invisibility cloak and gone back out with them. Fred and George were terribly impressed.
‘Nice cloak Harry!’ Harry nodded.
‘It used to be my dads’ they were silent from then on, until they reached their destination. The Slytherin common room.
‘That took long enough to find’ George said, panting slightly.
‘Who’s there?’ The stone gargoyle outside the common room snapped ‘I thought all the students were in bed!’
‘Shut up!’ Harry snapped to it ‘Let us in, Voldemort’ The Gargoyle shook its head.
‘No, no!’ It said in a high-pitched wail. ‘That was the old one, remember! This one is Morsmordre!’ Harry nodded.
‘Oh yeah, Morsmordre’ The gargoyle swung a secret stone door open, and allowed them into the gloomy, stone common room.
‘That gargoyle’s a bit stupid, wouldn’t you say?’ George said. Fred nodded.
‘Yeah, now lets get to work!’
When they left the common room it had been painted completely pink, with lots of pink trilling all over the place.
All in all, they’d made a very good job on it, it looked far more inviting that before!

[Wedge]

GS i'd love to read your fic!

[Gryffindor Student]

I love the way you right! Your story is so cool! Well I think youve read my fanfics that i have got up so far... im working on the 2nd chapter to Truth or Dare and then I'm working on another one that has Sirius in it and its supposed to be mre serious than my other fanfics. Anyway.. you are a great writer and I cant wait until the rest of the chapters are posted!

[Wedge]

~*Sorry about this chapter, i did it in notepad, so no spell checker for me- also i'm sorry if ts a little short- and iotsterribly rushed *~

Chapter 12: Hogsmeade and death eaters, part II

Harry was roughly shook awoken the next day by Ron, who whispered hoarsely that they needed to get to the great hall. After a few incoherent mumbles, Harry pulled himself out of bed and shook some of the sleep out of his eyes. He grabbed his invisibility cloak, and crept silently down to the great hall with Ron, and Hermione who had joined them in the gryffindor common room.
Everyone was already there when they entered the great hall, all except Dumbledore. The hall seemed eerie and massive weith no other people inside, Harry shivered and made his way to the front, where Bella and Beran were standing. 'Hi' Harry said, hoarsely, he was still ridden with sleep, and hadn't fully woken up.He looked up at the great hall ceiling, which was enchanted to look like the sky out side, and found the sky was a misty grey. It was excellent cover for what they were about to pull off.
Suddenly footsteps echoed through the hall, and they all spun around to see who was there. It was Talon Stride, with a incredibly vicious looking broadsword attached to his belt. He grinned at them as he got nearer.

'Dumbledore found me in that Prophecy of his' He explained 'I need to brush up on my sword play anyway' They waited for a few more minutes, awaiting Dumbledore's arrival. The five of them chatted nervously, talking about nothing in particular- they were too frightened of what was ahead of them.

It was around three minutes later that Dumbledore strode into the hall, looking rather impressive. Fawkes flew beside him, And Harry thought this was a brilliant idea- Phoenixes tears had incredibly powerful healing powers. There seemed to be an extraordinary amount of magic crackling around Dumbledore, as though he had charged up his power, waiting to fight the dark, Harry hoped they didn't have to, the whole point of the mission was to get in, and get back out. 'Lets go' Dumbledore said, rather calmly considering the situation. They followed his lead stalking out of the oak door, casting invisibility spells upon theirselves, while Harry and Ron threw the invisibility cloak over them. The first part of the plan went smoothly, the two death eaters posted at Hogwart's gates didn't even notice them passing, And they all managed to stay silent, Fawkes seemed to know where they were going, his invisible body directed them through the now desolate and horrible Hogsmeade. The old cosy, and snug village had been turned into hell. There were darkened shops withsmashed windows, and grafiti painting in blood scarwaled all over them. The whole site made Harry's heart sink, and started to build that old anger again. The journey took around five minutes- Fawkes the phoenix was attempting to find where the enterance Gryffindors hilt was. 'Why does Fawkes know the way?' Harry whispered to Dumbledore, The old man remained focused on looking for signs of danger, but answered, whispering so silently Harry had to focus on nothing else but his voice.

'He once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, He-' They broke off, suddenly a voice cut through the air like a whip. 'Over there! Get them!' Harry and Ron only just managed to jump aside, as a green bolt sizzled through the air. 'Anti invisibility charms!' Roared Talon. He unstrapped his broadsword, and began to cleave the nearest dath eater. Harry, Hermione, and Ron threw off the invisibility cloak and got to buissiness. Harry tried his best to ignore the burning pain in his forehead as he dodged a crutacious curse. Due to the obscuring mist, it was hard to make out a target. 'In here!' Dumbledore yelled, he pointed at a well. 'Dive into it!' Harry did as he were bid, feeling extremely foolish. Suddenly to cool water in the well dissapeared. He fell down what felt like a meter and landed on rock. He felt it slowly, and found that it wasn't even wet. Five more figures landed beside him, and they all looked up, so reveal a fantastic sight. It was the dream all over again. A magnificent cavern with gold light shining from the endless bottom, Everyone gasped. The cavern path was incredibly thin, and had no supports. The whole place felt even more magical than Hogwarts, and that was saying something. They walked for a few minutes, and found that the death eaters still hadn't found their way into the 'lair'. They finally reached a opening in the path, that was surrounded in pure white light. It was incredible Déja Vu for Harry and Beran, for leaning against the alter, was a ghostly apparition of Godric Gryffindor. Dumbledore's expression was suddenly filled with a gigantic amount of ecstasy as they aproached the founder. 'Greetings' Godric greeted them. His voice was different this time, he spoke archaic. 'Methinks thou all art looking for this!' Suddenly a spectacular hilt consumed the alter in which he was leaning. It sparkled with light, and it seemed the very core of all things magical. The hilt itself was decoration in red and gold, and it seemed to glow, dazzling all lookers. 'Son' Gryffindor nodded at Harry 'We meet again' Harry nodded at him 'Hello again, Gryffindor' As Beran reached towards the hilt of the sword, Gryffindor ruffled his hair. As berans fingers came in contact with the hilt, it's glow seemed to magnify. Beran quickly slipped it into a simple pouch, which Arabella had made herself. Gryffindor turned to Dumbledore

'Wise one' Dumbledore choked a bit on these words, being called wise by a Hogwarts founder is extreme praise. 'Thou knowest what must happen next, Seekest the blade in the now lost city of Alontia' Dumbledore nodded, lost for words. 'Mayhap we will meet again' Gryffindor said, and with a harmonic chorus, he was gone. They all stood there for several seconds, taking in what they has just witnessed. Everyone snapped out of their dreamy like state with several thuds behind them. Death eters began to crash down into the cavern. One quickly cast a killing curse, which singed Talons hair as it narrowly missed. He clasped his head, but seemed to shake off the pain. They were soon dancing around as more curses were hurled there way. Everyone started to retaliate, but there was no use, there were too many. Voldemort himself floated down into the cavern.

'Well well!' He said icily 'What a catch we have made' He grinned a evil grin at them 'It is no use! Surrender!' Dumbledore's expression was pained, but he dropped his wand to the ground. Everyone else followed suit, and Voldemort walked up to them. 'Well aren't we going to have fun! Take them!' He ordered his death eaters. The dark lord cackled all the way back up to the surface, as The group of six were dragged off.

~*Haha! Like my archaic speak, yeah it's probably wrong, oh well. What a good clifie, aye? I hope i can do the next chappy quickly!*~

[Gryffindor Student]

I have just one word........WONDERFUL!!!!!
keep up the good work!

[Wedge]

~* *sniff* aint no one else gonna review my story apart from GS ? loo, who cares im posting next chappy anyways*~

Chapter 13: Escape

They were led down a narrow passage that was lit with flaming candles. The death eaters head quarters was extremely foreboding, hanging from the ceiling were Muggles that had been slaughtered just for the fun of killing people. Harry felt like being sick, but managed to sweep this wave of nausea away. Bella was covering Beran’s eyes, and she too looked very pale. Dumbledore and Talon were the only people who were holding their heads high, not showing any sign of weakness.

There wasn’t any point in resisting, and finally they came to a long line of jail cells, which were very tiny, and missed even the smallest things like beds. Each person was thrown into a different cell, and the jail cells suddenly clicked. Their wands flew from their pockets, along with Talon’s broadsword.

Harry paced his grimy, vermin ridden cell. He noticed several death eaters keeping watch on their cells. Even if they did manage to escape, they would just be mowed down anyway. He walked over to the next cell, where Dumbledore stood, still remaining fairly calm.

‘What are we going to do?’ He asked, in defeat. Dumbledore suddenly mirrored Harry’s look, and his age began to show on him.
‘I think the best thing to do it wait’ He said. ‘There is nothing else to do’ Harry nodded glumly, and slumped down, sighing.
Voldemort visited them an hour later.
‘Well my friends, I have decided what to do with you’ He said, surprisingly nicely for a Dark Lord. ‘I’ll just leave you here without food until you starve, it’s fairly nice considering the consequences, oh yes one more thing’ His look of kindliness turned to an evil expression ‘Each day a member of you will be tortured for a little while’ He turned at Harry, smiling.

‘Crucio’ It was too late to act. Suddenly Harry was filled with an inner feeling that was too painful to describe. He writhed around on the floor for a while, but managed not to scream. Thoughts swirled around his head, thoughts about his parents, and all the Muggles and wizards had been killed, the strange anger began to fill him again, and the pain from the Crutacious curse seemed to ease. He stood up, even though the red bolts from the Crutacious curse were still wrapped around him.

The anger seemed to whirl around; He had to get back at Voldemort, to finish what the idiot of Dark Lord had started. He raised his hands, and a heavenly scream filled the air, swelling his anger up, Harry heard the cells around him collapse. He proceeded throwing every ounce of anger he had inside at Voldemort.

Lightening fell down upon the Dark Lord, and red, shining orbs flew at him. Voldemort finally fell back, surprised at the relentlessness of the attacks.

It wasn’t that easy, however. The Dark Lord pulled himself up as the attack stopped, and whirled his fingers around. A doorway appeared behind him, a shimmering dark hallway that was glowing in a dark light. He then proceeded to put out one hand, and mutter a strange incantation. Harry was blasted back, crunching against the brick walls. He felt pain explode in his ribs, and the world seemed to revert to its usual state. He gasped, and tried to move, but couldn’t. He managed to shoot one last curse at Voldemort, but the dark lord was gone, he stepped through the black door, and vanished.

Everyone rushed over to Harry, and Dumbledore leaned over him.

‘He has several cracked ribs, but that is all’ everyone breathed a sigh of relieve. Fawkes flew forward, and a single, pearly white tear fell from his eyelids, It was absorbed into Harry’s body, and suddenly all the pain disappeared.
‘Come on’ Talon said, quickly ‘We have to get back to Hogwarts!’ Harry looked into the banks of his energy and found some that hadn’t been used yet. Although Voldemort had gone, a tiny amount of anger and power remained.

‘Hold on to me, he said’ everyone complied, looking at him curiously. He willed himself to be in the Hogwarts grounds, and then felt the fluffy grass, opening his eyes, he smiled faintly. He felt incredibly weak after that ordeal. He stumbled after the others.

‘We’ll need to get you to the hospital wing’ Dumbledore told him ‘There are things Fawkes just can’t heal, unfortunately’ Thee was a note of regret in his voice. Everyone escorted Harry to the hospital wing, feeling that he needed a gigantic favour after he had freed them from the cells and fended off the Dark lord.

Madam Pomfrey didn’t ask any questions. She showed Harry to a bed, and shooed everyone else off, saying that he needed quiet. Harry’s eyelids began to droop, and he fell into a welcomed sleep.
Harry woke the next day to voices beside his bed. The speaker was Albus Dumbledore, and he was obviously speaking to Madam Pomfrey about Harry’s condition.
‘He’s well enough’ Pomfrey was saying ‘The reason for his tiredness was lack of power, all of his power was drained from the fight with Voldemort’ Dumbledore agreed with her, and Harry opened his eyes. He felt a lot better now he had rested. Dumbledore turned to him, smiling. He looked rather proud of what had happened last night.

‘How are you, Harry?’ He asked. Harry nodded.
‘I’m fine, though still a little achy from last night’ Dumbledore shook his head.
‘Not last night, the night before last, you’ve been out for two days.’ As Harry took this information in Dumbledore handed something to him.

‘Here, Talon went back to get our wands last night’ Harry studied his wand for a moment, and then thanked Dumbledore.
‘Well Professor, you finally met with Gryffindor’ Dumbledore nodded, and for the first time ever, Harry noticed a look of excitement upon Dumbledore’s face.
‘It was very exciting’ the old man said, grinning. Harry nodded, also smiling.
After a few more minutes Albus left, leaving Harry quite a lone. However, as soon as he was about to get out of bed, Ron and Hermione came in, to visit him.
‘I’m just about to get up’ Harry explained.
‘Good!’ Hermione said ‘Madam Pomfrey’s allowed you to come out?’ Harry nodded, while Ron grinned.

‘Some show you put on last night, Harry’ Harry shook his head.
‘Nah, it put me in here for two days’ they laughed for a few seconds.
<i><b>If you learn to control these ‘powers’ you won’t end up here every time</b></i> Harry’s father said, wisely.
<i>Will you teach me how? </i>Harry asked, keenly
<i><b>Of course Lily’s voice said we’ll try</i></b>

~*Maybe you could review this time? I'm half way through this next chapter...*~

[Wedge]

Harry Potter and the Dark reign
14: The Marauders Heirs

~*This is getting too much like a standard 5th year fic!. Hehe oh well*~

The next few days past with out event, and sooner than it seemed, another week end was upon them, Saturday morning they got up rather late, and lazed around in the common room for a while
‘Chess, Harry?’ Ron asked. Harry agreed. The chess game was rather furious. At first, it seemed that Harry was actually winning, but he knew it was all too good to last, and he lost soon after.
‘Your getting better, Harry’ Ron complemented him. Harry sprawled out upon one of the more comfy sofas. He frowned for a second, as though he was thinking about something.
‘You know’ He started ‘I think we need a taste of risk and daring’ this caught Ron’s interest right away, but Hermione didn’t look up from her book.
‘Why don’t we go play a prank on Malfoy?’ Harry said. He thought a good get back at Draco was in order, for all the times he had insulted them. Fred and George, whom seemed to home in on whoever said ‘prank’ ambled over to them.
‘Planning another prank, Harry?’ Fred asked.
‘That other one was cool!’ George butted in ‘It had the Slytherins in uproar’ they chuckled for a second ‘Shame you weren’t there Harry’ Harry grinned up at them.
‘Hey you guys, we’re thinking of getting Malfoy’ they talked at some length, on what to do, each with different ideas. In the end they decided to include all of them.
‘Are you going to help?’ Ron asked Hermione, but she shook her head.
‘No, Ron we’ll be in trouble for sure!’ Harry sighed, an exasperated sigh.
‘But that’s the whole fun of it Hermione!’ he said. But Hermione firmly shook her head.
‘No thanks my idea of fun isn’t two weeks of Detention’ so they left her, heading to the Slytherin common room.
Harry whipped out the Marauders map, and saw that Malfoy and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle were on their way to the common room.
‘We have to be quick’ He said. They placed several traps upon the incredibly stupid stone gargoyle that guarded the Slytherin common room, and then stepped back into a secret passageway, opened slightly so they could see the mayhem.
After a few minutes the blonde headed Draco, and his two pudding headed friends wandered up to their common room entrance.
‘Potter is just so annoying, he gets whatever he wishes, I reckon that Mudblood lover Dumbledore has everything to do with his triumphs’ Malfoy said in his long drawling voice. Harry smiled to himself in the shadows- and minute now…
Draco spoke the password.
‘Morsmordre’ and suddenly the gargoyles mouth opened.
There were four quick flashes, and by the end of them the three Slytherins were sprawled on the ground, stunned, with purple flesh, four extra arms, and long noses.
The four pranksters burst into laughter, and sauntered into Draco’s vision, still laughing their heads off. Fred pulled out a wizard’s camera, and took a photo of them there. With that, they ran off, still laughing.
As they arrived back at the Gryffindor common room, and found Hermione still reading. She scowled at them as they entered, looking extremely like professor McGonagall. Any minute now Harry expected her to jump up and take ten points from Gryffindor, However, she continued reading.
Fred and George pulled them over to their little corner in which they sat.
‘Wow, we make an excellent team!’ George grinned at them.
‘What shall we call ourselves?’ Fed asked.
‘How about the Marauders heirs?’ Harry asked, keenly, thinking of his father.
‘The marauders…’ Fred said ‘I’d love to meet them some day’ Harry grinned at him.
‘One of them teaches at this very school, one of them for Voldemort, and one of them is a werewolf.’ He paused. ‘The other one is dead’ George looked at him suspiciously.
‘How do you know all of this stuff?’ He asked, Harry laughed.
‘Because ‘prongs’ was my father’
That certainly brought Fred and George into a stunned silence. They finally stopped their silence gaping to ask.
‘So- the marauders map was made by your dad?’ Harry shook his head.
‘My father, Professor Lupin, And Sirius Black’ He corrected him ‘I mean Professor Black, and’ He scowled ‘And Peter Pettigrew’
So the name was settled- they were now called the marauders heirs.
Nice name came James’ voice
Thought you’d like it Harry thought. He and Ron walked over to Hermione.
‘What about it, Hermione?’ Ron asked ‘Want to join our group?’ Hermione shook her head, closing the book she was holding slowly.
‘Well Hermione, You have to.’ Harry said mildly. ‘My Mum had to join, but she didn’t actually do anything’ Hermione brightened a little.
‘Ok, I’ll join if I don’t get any detentions’ they all grinned at her. Just then Harry clicked his fingers.
‘I just remembered something!’ He ran up to the boy’s dormitory, and quickly found what he was looking for, he brought down his parents photo album.
‘I swear I’ve seen it in here somewhere’ He said, putting it down on the table they were sitting at. He quickly flicked through the photos, suddenly he found it, and heard his parent’s laughter in his head.
On the photo there was Severus Snape, with his hair turned to worms, and his whole body transfigured into a women’s one. His face was red with embarrassment, and he kept on looking around, trying to seek comfort from someone. To the left of the picture were Sirius and Remus, laughing their heads off. Harry noticed Lucius Malfoy to the back of the picture, who had the same treatment. Hovering above them both was a symbol- I little like the dark mark, however, it was gold and red, and had ‘THE MARAUDERS’ on it. In the background, there was a Stag, A Dog, a Rat, And a Wolf.
‘Cool symbol’ Ron said. Harry nodded.
Was, rather James said
‘Now all we have to do is become Animagi’ Harry said, laughing.
That wouldn’t be too tricky Harry almost gaped, at no one in particular.
I thought it took you five years! It felt as if James had shook his head.
For us, maybe, you… no your Gryffindor’s heir! Harry did not pursue the subject any further, he would practice some time, when they were alone.
‘So, we’re going to use this symbol?’ Fred asked, coming back over to them. Harry nodded.
‘Yeah, but I’ll edit it so that it read Marauders heirs instead’
‘God!’ Ron said, Jumping up ‘I just remembered about that Divination homework that we haven’t done, Harry’ Harry grimaced.
‘Bring mine, as well, Ron’ He said in a protesting voice. How great. Divination homework.
He and Ron settled back for the next hour, writing about how Tarot cards worked, and what the general meaning of each symbol meant. The best part of all, it seemed was at the end, when they could predict what would happen, from their own readings. It seemed like Harry was going to be disembowelled and trampled by a heard of stray hippogriffs, while Ron was going to be toasted by Dragon flame, and then eaten by house elves. At this Harry had just cracked up, but Ron jokingly looked hurt.
‘What? At least feel some sympathy for me!’
The next few days rushed by, and it seemed, like always Harry and Ron had received incredibly good marks for predicting miserable deaths. They were awarded five house points, each for ‘Accepting fate’ but then these points were taken away when a Dung bomb exploded around Trelawney.
‘What?’ Ron said innocently as they stepped down the ladder ‘The old bats class needed a bit of excitement’

[Gryffindor Student]

I gots a little lost on how he got them all out of the cell. Did he Apperate? Or am i just stupid and missing the details? Anyway, pushing my stupidity aside for a moment......Awesome! I still think you can write very well! And to keep up the good work and i cant wait until all is posted!

[Melody Granger]

more more more please its soooooooooooooooo good

[Wedge]

HP and the Dark Reign
15: Control

~*I don’t know whether you’ll enjoy this chapter or not- it’s quite angsty (if that’s a word) But go ahead and read, and review! I've given you a great priveledge- you can read this before people on ff.net!*~

Around two weeks later Harry, Lily and James started their classes, in Harry’s mind. It was a little confusing at first, but Harry eventually got the hang of communicating easily. Before they started a lesson Harry asked a question, which had been nagging at him for quite some time.
Why is it that you can speak to me whenever you want now, but you couldn’t before? He asked. The reply was almost instant
As your powers grew, we fed off them a little, to regain power[b] Lily replied. With that they dived into the first lesson. It started off very simple, Harry had to focus his mind on a small thing, like a quill, and will it to float. This came very easily to him, however, when it came to two things at a time, he found it quite hard.
[b]I think that’s just enough for today. Lily said. She seemed to sense that Harry was getting incredibly frustrated with himself. Lets finish with some meditation. Will your self into a state of calm, and sit down on the floor.
Harry did as he was told, and was suddenly overcome with a dreamy sensation, which was a little like the Imperious curse. He had a vague idea about what was happening around him, but it felt as if he was half asleep.
Just as Harry began to feel refreshed and recharged, Ron burst through into their dormitory.
‘Harry! Dumbledore wants to see us!’
Harry got up slowly, and followed Ron down to the common room, where they also met up with Hermione, and for some reason, Fred, George, and Ginny. There was something in Harry’s gut that told him something wasn’t right. They trooped down to the headmaster’s office. The atmosphere about the castle, to Harry, didn’t seem right. He knew something horrible was about to happen.
As they entered the office, Dumbledore’s face was glum. He motioned for them to all sit down. And began to speak monosyllabically.
‘This is not going to be easy for you’ Dumbledore said to the Weasley family. Harry began to have suspicions, suspicions he hoped weren’t true.
‘Your mother and Father were out shopping today’ Dumbledore started, in his monosyllabic tone. Harry’s heart fell.
‘They were captured by Lord Voldemort’ Harry’s heart fell, and anger began pacing his stomach. It began to rise slowly, as Ginny burst into tears, and Ron sat there, in shock. Fred And George slowly slipped out of the office, silently.
The rage in Harry’s heart rose even more, slowly trickling up into the middle of his stomach.
Don’t do it. James said simply.
I will NOT let that Dark Lord hurt my friends like this[i]. Harry replied, rage in his thoughts. He slowly stood up,
‘I’ll settle this now.’ He said firmly. Dumbledore shook his head.
‘It’s too dangerous, Harry’ Harry just stood there. He was torn. He had to control his emotions, but he also had to seek revenge on the dark lord.
‘Besides’ Dumbledore continued ‘It was Lucius Malfoy who captured them’
Harry sat back down. He would get them back, but not quite yet. He let his anger out by slowly levitating the objects in Dumbledore’s office. His anger began to disappear, as he slowly touched the objects back down.
[i]Well-done Lily complemented. Harry began to see hope- Ron’s parents had just been captured- not killed. There was still hope for them.
‘We’re in luck’ Dumbledore said ‘I was mounting an attack against the Dark Lord, scheduled for the next week.’ Ron nodded, and that was all. There was still a distant look on his face, which suggested that he didn’t believe what was happening, Ginny’s sobs stopped, but her face was white with pain. Hermione moved over to comfort her, tears trickling down her own cheeks. Harry felt there was room for optimism.
‘Don’t be grief stricken, yet.’ He said confidently ‘They’re just captured, nothing else’
When Hermione, Ron and Ginny left Dumbledore’s office, He and Harry had an in depth discussion about the next assault against Voldemort.
Dumbledore had managed to raise a lot more men, and seemed confident that the next assault was going to work.
‘I’d prefer it if I didn’t command a unit this time, Professor’ Harry said.
‘You want to rescue Molly and Arthur’ Dumbledore stated. Harry nodded.
‘Well if you wish, you are one of the most competent duellers in the school’ Dumbledore allowed ‘but take Talon and Ron with you. You can’t do it alone, Voldemort himself might be there’ His eyes twinkled merrily.
‘Not that you’ve really struggled to beat him in the past’ Harry laughed, Thanked Dumbledore for his vote of confidence, and left.
As he made his way to the Gryffindor common room, he allowed a small tear to trickle down his cheek, the grief finally registering on his brain. He brushed it away quickly. I will rescue them he thought, forcefully.
That’s my boy James replied, in his thoughts.
As the common room portrait swung open, Harry saw Ron in the corner of the room, out of the way, weeping openly. It was the first time he had seen Ron like this, and he felt sorry for him. He knew what it was like to be with out parents.
Although you’re not without us now Lily reminded him we’ll never leave you again, Harry. This reassured Harry a little, as he slid into a comfy seat, by Ron.
‘We’ll get them back’ Harry said, as way of a greeting ‘At the upcoming war, a week from now, Me, you and Talon will break away from the rest of our group and go and find them’ Ron nodded, weakly, though he didn’t say anything.
Neither of the boys spoke, for several minutes, until Ron finally broke the silence, in a husky voice.
‘I’ll get that Lucius Malfoy’ He said. His voice was low, making him sound extremely dangerous. ‘If it’s the last thing I do’
Harry nodded. He wasn’t going to stop Ron getting back at Lucius; he was going at Voldemort to avenge his parent’s deaths, and others as well. If anything, the thirst for vengeance just made you stronger.
‘Hey Harry, if you don’t mind’ Ron said ‘I’d like to be left alone for a while.’ Harry shook his head.
‘Go ahead, I’ll probably see you in the morning’ Ron said goodnight, and then clambered slowly and wearily to the dormitories. Harry warned the other students of Gryffindor house to not interfere either.
He sat alone or a second, and then thought he could do something to ease the tension. He went to find a prank to pull.
He has too much of you in him, James Lily scolded her husband
That’s a bad thing? Harry’s father replied. Lily tutted.
Hmm… but you did well today, Harry.
How come? Harry replied, curiously
You controlled your powers extremely well. None of us could’ve done what you did. It was extremely hard.
Thanks Harry said dryly. He then proceeded walking on, saying a brief ‘hello’ to Violet, the fat lady’s friend, then stalked off to make as much mischief as possible.

~*Ok… I couldn’t resist it- another war! I’m not really sure though, whether I should make this story like 40 chapters long, and use it as one year, or whether I should split it up, and do another two books… tell me in your reviews!*~

[Gryffindor Student]

Loved it! How many chapters did you say you think this might be? I think you should split it up into two parts. Like I did with my Truth or Dare story. IT would have been to long to put the whole thing on the forum at once so I decided to put it into two parts. REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK! GOSH! HAVE I SAID THAT ENOUGH! AH! Sorry.

[Melody Granger]

[color=green]sooooooooo good more more more[/color] 8)

[werebane]

I HAVE TO HAVE MORE!!