Harry looked around

The Dark Seed - The Beginning

A/N//Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends belong to J.K. Rowling, but this is my story, (with a little help from rowena_ofTales). I hope you like it. Please review.

Harry looked around. He knew someone was watching him, but he didn't know who. All he knew was a dizziness in his head.

Out of the fog, a face suddenly loomed, with chalk-white skin and glowing red eyes. The face of the one he most feared, Lord Voldemort.

A smile played upon the man's snake-like features, laughter in his cold eyes.

"Well, Potter, not up to the game today, are we? And I was dreaming of defeating you now and for good! Bad things will come to you, bad things¦ Oh, yes. I will not leave without my mark on you. A seed. a seed in your mind, I leave! One that you will not know about. Until it's too late."

Harry's mind was screaming, and blackness filled his vision. As he sank to the floor, the last thing he saw was Voldemort's face jeering at him.

"Goodbye, Potter...forever."

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Dumbledore, bathed in moonlight from one of his windows, stared into his Pensieve, watching its swirl of silvery colors and adding a thought to it from time to time with his wand. It was one week prior to the arrival of the Hogwarts students, and amid a swirl of activity on his arrival a few days before, all the invitations had been sent out to promising witches and wizards, and all the major tidying up was finished (or mostly finished, anyway). The staff had voted and chosen to take a day or two of rest to catch their breath, so here he was. Musing about the coming year, he didn't notice as his office grew slowly colder, and continued to be lost in thought until a hand plunged into the swirling waters in front of him, startling him. He jumped up, knocking his chair over in the process, got his first good look at his assailant—who was dressed in a long, hooded robe of a deep blood-red color and had glowing, slitted red eyes—and reached for his wand. It wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" the creature asked in a voice that was strangely familiar, holding Dumbledore's wand up in one hand while removing the other from the Pensieve.

"Yes" he responded, watching it and the hand that held the wand, calculating the possibilities of an attack. "Just out of curiosity, how did you get into my office? Nobody can Apparate or Disapparate on Hogwarts grounds, and only the other staff members know the password to get in here." He saw a flash of sharp, white teeth, and the thing began to walk slowly around his desk towards him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again face to face, Albus, after all these years," the thing said, evading the question. It continued to circle, and Dumbledore was forced to circle as well, unless he wanted to let the thing anywhere near him, which he didn't. It stopped moving for a second, and he took his chance. Raising his hand, he shouted

"Expelliarmus!" at the same time as the thing, realizing what Dumbledore was trying to do, yelled

"Oh no you don't!" and raised its hand as well. A huge force picked up Dumbledore and slammed him into the wall three feet behind him, and several things, including two pictures and a number of gizmos and gadgets, crashed to the floor. Snape, who had been on his way up the Dumbledore's office to ask him about a number of old files he had found while cleaning, heard the commotion and literally flew up the staircase two steps at a time. The thing walked calmly over to Dumbledore, looked at him for a moment, then spat on the still form and vanished with a puff of air. Snape slammed through the doors, quickly taking stock of the situation, and rushed to Dumbledore's side.

To Be Continued...