The black sun rises: Bleak dawn
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
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6,864
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14
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The black sun rises: Bleak dawn
A/n: This fic was originally posted on FF.net but I decided to put I here as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or anything related to it. I am not making any £ out of this so dont bother sueing me.
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Two hundred years ago a prophecy was made. This prophecy foretold the coming of the savoir. The savoir will rid the universe of darkness once and for all. But in the darkness of night, the savoir will fall. And with him will fall the moon and stars, and as the black sun rises. The light will be extinguished forever.
Harry James Potter lay awake pondering the events leading up to this point in his life. He refused to cry. To cry was to show you had a weakness.
‘Your ability to show emotion is what makes you human’ the old codger had said.
‘Bullshit!’ Harry thought.
He had lost the last remaining link to his parents, Lupin was close to him but he never was what he thought to be his father figure and Dumbledore…
Anger, hate, betrayal. These were the only emotions he connected with that mans name. He no longer respected him. To him, Albus Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard.
He knew what he had to do.
Harry potter rose from his bed, a determined look on his face. He reached out and slipped on his robes and set of out of the dormitory.
He crossed the common room and passed the fat lady’s portrait. Inside her mahogany frame the fat lady cringed back in terror for the aura of blackness that radiated off him in waves.
He swept down the stairs leading to the entrance hall and paused outside the stone gargoyle standing guard at the entrance to the headmaster’s office.
“Open” he said in a slow, menacing voice. Surprisingly the gargoyle leapt aside granting him entrance into the old fools office.
Albus Dumbledore looked up to find a pair of shocking emerald eyes looking down at him from where he sat at his desk in his office.
He needn’t guess who these eyes belonged to as only one person still remained alive who had that colour of eyes.
‘Lily’s eyes’ he thought
“Mr potter please take a seat. Lemon drop?” he asked faking a smile
Harry remained stock-still
“You know why I am here” Harry finally said after a few moments of silence
Dumbledore’s face fell. No he didn’t know EXACTLY why Harry was here at this hour. He had thought Harry would come to hi seeking, no demanding answers to any questions he had and asking Dumbledore for advice like the weak easily manipulated weapon he is but now he knew different for a wizard with power as great as he could see the billowing black cloud that followed the boy.
Harry slowly reached out his hand and in a flash Dumbledore was pinned to his chair. He struggled as he saw Harry open one of the many glass cabinets around his office, and pulling out the sword of Gryfindor. The same sword he had pulled out from the sorting hat a few years earlier.
Harry turned around sword in hand.
“You knew, you knew old man. You knew the prophecy you knew only I could defeat riddle, you used me Dumbledore, you used me. Don’t look surprised old man you know of what I speak. But maybe I don’t want that. Maybe I don’t want to be your submissive snivelling weapon. Your savoir maybe I don’t want to be thrusted into a role”
he leaned in closer to Dumbledore until their faces nearly touched
“I quit” he whispered softly and raised his sword
Albus Wulfric Dumbledore, the one who had killed the dark lord Grindlewald and his squib puppet Hitler could only watch as the sword blade arced over his head slamming into his head with a crash, severing his vital connections in his brain
“Sweet dreams Albus” whispered Harry as he closed the door behind him leaving a shocked and dying Albus Dumbledore in his wake.
The next day saw Harry getting up out of bed getting dressed and washed and leaving for breakfast
As it was the last day of school the house elves had packed his trunk already
The great hall was mainly empty as it was currently very early in the morning so only a handful of people from various houses were currently residing at their house tables.
Harry buttered himself some toast and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.
He wished they served a wider range of drinks at Hogwarts. Firewhisky for example
He took a sip and nearly choked.
‘Bloody hell!’ he thought ‘ Dumblefuck must have finally got us some decent beverages, oh wait he can’t as he’s dead.’
Harry grinned a malicious grin at this. Anyone passing by might have thought he had gone insane and would have immediately summoned healers from St Mungos and conjured a straight jacket.
Soon the tables filled up and the loud noise of over a hundred conversations reached his ears.
He noticed that all the teqachers were absent.
‘A good sign’ he thought as it shows that someone must have found the old coots body.
As if on cue the solemn faced teachers entered the room.
Everyone in the hall went silent as they saw the look on each and every staff members face.
Professor McGonagal stood up at the front of the hall. Her lips set in a thin line
She spoke in little louder than a whisper
“Students. Last night someone committed a sin so foul and dreadful that even Merlin the great could not forgive. Last night someone murdered Albus Dumbledore in his own office.”
Everyone sat there stunned. Harry barely managed to keep his face straight. ‘If this is how they react when the “great” Albus Dumbledore dies imagine what they will think when they find out that it was ME who killed him. The fucking poster boy of the light side. The bloody boy-who-lived-to-kill-Dumbledore’
Harry’s mood was significantly different than last year. Last year he was dreading going home but this year he was almost craving it. This year was the last time he would be returning to the Dursley household.
This year was the time he would make them pay.
But oh no not just them soon the whole world will reap what they have sown.
This year would be the turning point in history, both wizard and muggle.
This year would be the starting point of a chain of events that would lead up to the damnation of this world.
This year, Harry potter would have his revenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or anything related to it. I am not making any £ out of this so dont bother sueing me.
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Two hundred years ago a prophecy was made. This prophecy foretold the coming of the savoir. The savoir will rid the universe of darkness once and for all. But in the darkness of night, the savoir will fall. And with him will fall the moon and stars, and as the black sun rises. The light will be extinguished forever.
Harry James Potter lay awake pondering the events leading up to this point in his life. He refused to cry. To cry was to show you had a weakness.
‘Your ability to show emotion is what makes you human’ the old codger had said.
‘Bullshit!’ Harry thought.
He had lost the last remaining link to his parents, Lupin was close to him but he never was what he thought to be his father figure and Dumbledore…
Anger, hate, betrayal. These were the only emotions he connected with that mans name. He no longer respected him. To him, Albus Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard.
He knew what he had to do.
Harry potter rose from his bed, a determined look on his face. He reached out and slipped on his robes and set of out of the dormitory.
He crossed the common room and passed the fat lady’s portrait. Inside her mahogany frame the fat lady cringed back in terror for the aura of blackness that radiated off him in waves.
He swept down the stairs leading to the entrance hall and paused outside the stone gargoyle standing guard at the entrance to the headmaster’s office.
“Open” he said in a slow, menacing voice. Surprisingly the gargoyle leapt aside granting him entrance into the old fools office.
Albus Dumbledore looked up to find a pair of shocking emerald eyes looking down at him from where he sat at his desk in his office.
He needn’t guess who these eyes belonged to as only one person still remained alive who had that colour of eyes.
‘Lily’s eyes’ he thought
“Mr potter please take a seat. Lemon drop?” he asked faking a smile
Harry remained stock-still
“You know why I am here” Harry finally said after a few moments of silence
Dumbledore’s face fell. No he didn’t know EXACTLY why Harry was here at this hour. He had thought Harry would come to hi seeking, no demanding answers to any questions he had and asking Dumbledore for advice like the weak easily manipulated weapon he is but now he knew different for a wizard with power as great as he could see the billowing black cloud that followed the boy.
Harry slowly reached out his hand and in a flash Dumbledore was pinned to his chair. He struggled as he saw Harry open one of the many glass cabinets around his office, and pulling out the sword of Gryfindor. The same sword he had pulled out from the sorting hat a few years earlier.
Harry turned around sword in hand.
“You knew, you knew old man. You knew the prophecy you knew only I could defeat riddle, you used me Dumbledore, you used me. Don’t look surprised old man you know of what I speak. But maybe I don’t want that. Maybe I don’t want to be your submissive snivelling weapon. Your savoir maybe I don’t want to be thrusted into a role”
he leaned in closer to Dumbledore until their faces nearly touched
“I quit” he whispered softly and raised his sword
Albus Wulfric Dumbledore, the one who had killed the dark lord Grindlewald and his squib puppet Hitler could only watch as the sword blade arced over his head slamming into his head with a crash, severing his vital connections in his brain
“Sweet dreams Albus” whispered Harry as he closed the door behind him leaving a shocked and dying Albus Dumbledore in his wake.
The next day saw Harry getting up out of bed getting dressed and washed and leaving for breakfast
As it was the last day of school the house elves had packed his trunk already
The great hall was mainly empty as it was currently very early in the morning so only a handful of people from various houses were currently residing at their house tables.
Harry buttered himself some toast and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.
He wished they served a wider range of drinks at Hogwarts. Firewhisky for example
He took a sip and nearly choked.
‘Bloody hell!’ he thought ‘ Dumblefuck must have finally got us some decent beverages, oh wait he can’t as he’s dead.’
Harry grinned a malicious grin at this. Anyone passing by might have thought he had gone insane and would have immediately summoned healers from St Mungos and conjured a straight jacket.
Soon the tables filled up and the loud noise of over a hundred conversations reached his ears.
He noticed that all the teqachers were absent.
‘A good sign’ he thought as it shows that someone must have found the old coots body.
As if on cue the solemn faced teachers entered the room.
Everyone in the hall went silent as they saw the look on each and every staff members face.
Professor McGonagal stood up at the front of the hall. Her lips set in a thin line
She spoke in little louder than a whisper
“Students. Last night someone committed a sin so foul and dreadful that even Merlin the great could not forgive. Last night someone murdered Albus Dumbledore in his own office.”
Everyone sat there stunned. Harry barely managed to keep his face straight. ‘If this is how they react when the “great” Albus Dumbledore dies imagine what they will think when they find out that it was ME who killed him. The fucking poster boy of the light side. The bloody boy-who-lived-to-kill-Dumbledore’
Harry’s mood was significantly different than last year. Last year he was dreading going home but this year he was almost craving it. This year was the last time he would be returning to the Dursley household.
This year was the time he would make them pay.
But oh no not just them soon the whole world will reap what they have sown.
This year would be the turning point in history, both wizard and muggle.
This year would be the starting point of a chain of events that would lead up to the damnation of this world.
This year, Harry potter would have his revenge.