The black sun rises: Bleak dawn

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Petunia Dursley quickly ran fro, the room. She had to tell someone. The freak would get his comeuppance.
‘Dudley oh my pour Dudley’ she thought as she ran from the house.
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Arabella Figg was currently sitting in her living room sipping a cup of tea. Tears stained her face as she read the Daily Prophet headline over and over again

Headmaster found dead in his office. Potion professor and suspected deatheater Severus Snape suspected

She couldn’t believe it. Albus Dumbledore dead? Never! It was all an elaborate plot of the orders to make you-know-who come out of hiding so Albus and Harry could defeat him once and for all.
‘Harry’
Thinking about it she thought she should go round and check on him. She finished her tea and folded the paper before walking out onto her front porch. Her excuse for taking Harry away would be that she needed her lawn cut. Yes that would do. Petunia would do anything to try and make the poor boys life harder.

She turned and began walking down the street before coming to a halt. She gawped at the sight that met her eyes.

Petunia Dursley was sprinting towards her. Her entire body was covered uin blod and all that covered her body was a few scraps of material that Arabella guessed must of once been clothes.

Petunia ran up and grasped Arabella’s arms. Her eyes were wide and her face was deathly pale.

“HE DID IT! The freak! He killed them! Tell the freak leader to get his freaky friends to kill him. HE KILLED MY SON!” Petunia’s eyes were nearly bulging from her head.
Arabella could only watch as Petunia let go of her arms and fell to the floor, her bloody spine snapping with a cracking sound that made Arabella flinch.

“Tell him” Petunia whispered before the cold inky blackness claimed her.

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The Weasleys were all sitting around the table at breakfast. The normally jolly event was very subdued after the news about Dumbledore’s demise.

Suddenly there was a tapping at the window.

Arthur Weasley went and opened the window and let the owl deposit a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand before paying the owl and letting it fly away. He returned to the table before he uncurled the paper.
He swallowed the lump in his throut as he saw the head line but as usual he read the frount page to the family

“Dursley family found dead in house
By Rita Sketter

Yesterday evening. Reports came in that the Dursley residence in privet drive, home to the infamous Harry potter during the summer. Was raided by a group of wizards.

Arabella Figg. A squib resident of privet drive states that Petunia Dursley, a muggle and Harry Potters last living blood relative ran up to her in the middle of the street and claimed that “the freak” killed her son and husband.

Petunia tragically died after speaking these few words. She had told Arabella Figg to tell the “freak leader” to get his “freaky friends” to kill the “freak”
This title can only refer to one of two people.

You-know-who or Harry Potter.

But why would young Potter want his relatives dead?

If this reporter may say so. It seems that Severus Snape, alleged murderer of Albus Dumbledore has given away the whereabouts of young potter to you-know-who after Dumbledore out of the picture and kidnapped young Harry. This is only my suspicion.
No trace has been found of Harry yet and the ministry has a sent a team of Aurors out to look for the poor young man. Was he captured by the dark lord? Did he kill the Dursleys? If so then what would have made him do such a thing?
We will be continuing this article in the next edition of this paper”

Mr Wesley looked up at the expressions on his familys face. They ranged from shocked (Ginny) to Angry and Tearful (Mrs Weasley)

‘Why Severus? Why? We trusted you?’ Mr Weasley thought as he enveloped his wife in a hug

“Don’t worry love. He’ll be alright. It wasn’t him, He’ll be alright.”
He wanted to believe those words himself. But deep down he knew it wouldn’t be. With Albus dead and Severus suspected as the killer, he was lost.

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Harry stood on the flat roof atop his new fortress keep.

It was a week since he had killed the Dursleys. He knew they were dead. No magic could revive Petunia Dursley and even if it was possible, she would be too made to say anything about his actions.

His army had grown substantially over the past week. Now he had a workforce of creatures helping to build his new fortress.
The founder’s keep had been totally refurbished. It now no longer resembled the warm, happy place it had been for centauries before. Now it was a place of evil. In the dark days ahead the keep would be known as the tower of shadows for the age-old stones had been reinforced with many layers of black marble. The menacing structure was still hidden to all that were not of darkness. But for many miles dark creatures could look up and see the menacing structure looming over the dark forest, a hollow, green light emanating from the top of the tower.

Around him, Harry could see his army working to clear the area around the keep of trees and other obstacles. It mattered not if someone from Hogwarts saw his army , for soon Hogwarts would be under his control. For without Dumbledore to sustain the ancient magic wards of the castle, Hogwarts would fall to darkness. Just as had the founders keep.

‘Soon… soon we will strike.’ He thought as he gazed over the surrounding land.

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It had been a month since the end of school. Harry was due back at school in 2 weeks.
Over the last month his fortress had grown sufficiently larger.
Huge groups of giants and trolls were working to clear the area around Harry’s keep.
Several watchtowers made from the wood of the newly excavated trees. Harry’s forces had cleared a path leading to both sides of the forest. These were fortified with hidden traps, sniper perches and ambush ditches. Harry didn’t want anybody interfering with his plan.

The lord of darkness currently sat on his throne atop the tower of shadows. The roof had been redesigned so it was covered with a diamond canopy. At night Harry would some times simply sit here and gaze out at the stars. Pondering his new empire, his new life, and his new destiny. But not tonight.
Tonight would be a time of planning. For when he went back to Hogwarts he would need to leave some one in charge of his army and land.
For he had to at least make an appearance at school. Not that he needed to learn anything. He probably knew more than all of the teachers combined.

The founders memories had proved, so useful to him. For he know knew more or less every charm, curse, potion and planet position there was.

But another reason was that Harry needed followers. An army of darkness. Sure he had his monsters but what Harry needed was wizards. A magical elite force to overthrow the light side. An army of shadows…

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The order meeting was in chaos. Scrap that it was in a total state of pandemonium.
Every member available was sited around the dining table discussing the latest developments in the war, namely Severus’ suspected betrayal, Dumbledores death and Harrys disappearance.
Severus had of course been arrested. His trial had been yesterday. He had been sentenced to life in Azkaban.

Alastor Moody stood up from his place at the head of the table. He was the new head of the order as elected by Albus.

“Order, ORDER! Tonight you have been called here to discuss our new plan of action. Now Albus Dumbledore is gone Fudge will not listen to us! Severus has been sentenced to life in Azkaban. We know that he is innocent for we were having a meeting that night and Severus has been sentenced to life in Azkaban. We know that he is innocent for we were having a meeting that night and Severus has been sentenced to life in Azkaban. We know that he is innocent for we were having a meeting that night and Severus stayed until the end of the meeting by which time the body had been already found by Minerva.”

“I propose we break him out of their. We shall set up base in Hogwarts as Grimmauld place is no longer safe dude to the ministry knowing of our location. Azkaban is now guarded by Aurors. Aurors that are still training. It will be easy to storm and we will rescue Severus. I think it is time to declare our Order separate from the ministry! WHO IS WITH ME!”

And with that. The allegiance between the order of the phoenix and the British ministry of magic.
Unknown to them, Harry was watching them through a specially modified pensive. It was only a matter of time until they would fall. Oh yes they would.
The light would be extinguished forever.

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Draconis Lucius Malfoy lay in bed thinking. Today had been his 17th birthday. Of course he had no party, no cake, of course there was presents. A viper. A huge 4-foot in length. He had named it Salem.
He had also received a long dagger with a hit embossed with a dragon motif. His father shouldn’t have got him that.
Draco smirked evilly before rolling up his pyjama sleeves and unsheathing the blade. The brought the blade down on his arm and cut a long thin gash into the currently unmarred skin. Again and again he slashed at his arm until he began to feel dizzy from blood loss.

Draco healed the cut with his wand. Also making sure to clean the bloody blankets.

He hated his life. Tomorrow his father would summon him for his initiation.
His initiation into the deatheaters.

Lucius was hell-bent on making his heir a deatheater, so that when the time came, Draco could take up his fathers position of 2nd in command. Commander of the darklord’s armies.

But no. he didn’t want to be someone weapon. He was his own master. Only one person could save him now.

“Potter” Draco spoke into the night “I need your help”

And in the dark confines of the forbidden forest. In the throne room.

Someone heard.


And that someone was Harry Potter.

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