Harry Potter: Dark Path
AN: I was halfway through this chapter when Explorer decided to reset on me. Nice way to start a story. lol. I think this is better than the first edition though. Read and Review readers. Read on.
Chapter 1: Dark Beginning
Loud shouting and cries could be heard all around a small village, where houses are burning and dead bodies littered the streets. Two figures was walking side by side along the trail of dead bodies under the light being illuminated by the full moon.
"What do you think?" The figure on the right asked his companion, in a business-like manner. The other figure didn't say anything as he continued walking. A tall man, looking no older than 30, with blue eyes and regal features, and a mid-torso length straight golden blond hair, wearing dark robes was revealed as the light from the full moon.
"Not bad, I suppose. How long are we going to play this game we're playing and move in for the next phase of our plans?" The other figure answered after a long pause as he looked at the other man, with no hint of emotion. His face was young-looking that he could not be older than 25. He had eerie, bright green eyes, and shoulder-length raven hair that was perfectly combed back.
"Soon enough. We'll finish the preparations in another year. We'll gain control of the Ministry and it will be just a matter of time until the other two Ministries fall under our command." The blue-eyed man said.
The green-eyed man nodded and didn't say anything else as they continued walking until they reached a group of people, all wearing dark robes, gathered around. When the group heard them approach, they quickly turned around and hurriedly knelt down in front of the pair.
"My Lords." The group said in unison. The pair nodded and motioned the group to stand.
"Was the information we intercepted proved to be true and they were in this village?" The blue-eyed man asked the group. A man wearing dark robes with a hood up, covering half his face and only showing his lips stepped in front of the group.
"Yes, my Lords. We have them bound." The man answered respectfully as he motioned someone from the group to bring the captives forward. Two captives, one was obviously a woman and the other was a man, that were bound and their faces were covered by a black cloth. The captives were shoved forward in front of the two Lords.
"Finally" The green-eyed Lord said with a touch of annoyance in his voice. The two captives' heads snapped towards the voice even if they couldn't see him.
"I-It-t c-can't be yo-ou?" The woman captive said fearfully as the male captive was shaking in fear. The green-eyed Lord sneered at the pair, but didn't say anything.
"Bring them back to the dungeons." The blue-eyed Lord ordered the group. The group answered in affirmative before apparating out with the captives. He then turned to the younger-looking Lord.
"We should go too. The Aurors should be here soon, Harry." The younger Lord nodded and they both apparated out.
Past: October 31, 1981
A figure wearing a dark cloak with a hood on was walking through the street in Godric's Hollow. He sneered as a few children who were giggling while wearing their Halloween costumes. 'Filthy muggles.' The figure thought as he walk past them. He walked towards his destination and smirked as he found the house that was supposedly Fideliused. He was extremely lucky that the Potter's secret keeper joined his ranks and told him the secret or their place.
He had looked for the Potter's due to a prophesy that one of his Death Eaters had overheard being given by a seer to his most hated enemy, Albus Dumbledore. His Death Eater had come to him immediately and told him what he heard about it. He wasn't able to learn of the full prophesy, but he didn't care. He ordered his Death Eaters to find a child that was born at the end of July. His Death Eaters found that only two children fitted the criteria that he was looking for. A pure-blood child by the Longbottom's and a half-blood child by the Potter's. Both families were both ancient and noble, but the only difference was the wives of the head of both houses. The Longbottom's wife was a pure-blood, while the Potter's wife was a mud-blood or a first generation with from a muggle family. He learned after that the Potter's were hidden right away while the Longbottom's stayed at their ancestral manor. So he decided to go after the Potters, but he couldn't find them up until recently.
He stopped in front of a house and pushed past the gate carefully, so not to get noticed by the occupants of the house. He peeked through the front window and saw a family of three sitting in the family room. The father, James Potter, was playing with his child while the mother, Lily, was watching them. He sneered at the sight and walked in front of the door, pulling a white wand out of his sleeve. He pointed his wand, showing an unnatural long fingers, and blasted the door out of its hinges.
James Potter quickly gave his son, Harry, to his wife, Lily, and ran towards the door. He gasped when he saw the figure and knew exactly who it was.
"Lily, it's him! Go!" James shouted towards his wife and not noticing the wand pointed towards him. He heard a low voice uttering the two most horrifying curse words and only had time to face as a green light hit him in his chest, making his dead body fall where he stood.
The figure sneered before following Lily and her son upstairs. He found them in the nursery where Lily was standing in front of his son, who was in the crib, with her hands spread apart.
"Stand aside, silly girl!" The figure sneered.
"No. Not Harry. Me! Take me instead!" Lily cried out while blocking her son from the figure.
"Stupid mud-blood!" The figure spat and pointed his wand at the horrified mother. "Avada Kedavra!"
Lily let out a strangled shout just before she was hit by the killing curse and fell on the floor beside her son's crib. The figure walked slowly towards the child that was looking at him directly with his eerie green eyes that looked like the color of the killing curse itself. But before he can even reach the crib, he was sent flying to the wall. The figure's hood fell and looked up after a few moments showing his face. He had a pale skin, a chalk-white, skull-like face, snake-like slits for nostrils, red eyes and cat-like slits for pupils. He saw a gray cloak hooded figure holding the Potter child.
"Voldemort." The gray hooded figure said, void of any emotion.
"Who are you?!" Voldemort roared with rage as he stood up. All he can see is a thin lips from under the hood. Before he can even say anything, the other figure disappeared leaving a swirl of black smoke. Voldemort roared in rage as he seethed. He heard a commotion downstairs and apparated out.
Sirius Black came rushing in after he apparated close by for a visit and saw that the front door was busted in. He felt his heart shatter when he saw his best friend, James Potter, on the floor lifeless. He searched the area with haste, looking for his best friend's family, hoping that they have at least survived. He was devastated when he entered the nursery and saw Lily dead on t he floor, but couldn't find their son anywhere. He slumped on the floor, crying.
A few minutes later, A tall, huge man, that's half-giant, came in.
"Sirius! Leave Harry to me. Dumbledore's orders!" The man said, looking everywhere for said toddler.
"Harry's gone, Hagrid." Sirius said in anguish, much to the half-giant's horror.
"Whad'ya mean he's gone? Tha' can't be?" Hagrid bellowed. He got no answer from the heart-broken man, but a strangled sob.
A few minutes later, a tall, old man with a long white beard, wearing a periwinkle blue robes and a hat tilting over to the side, and white long hair came in with a few men wearing red robes came rushing in.
"Hagrid, where's Harry?" He asked quickly when he saw the half-giant.
"Sirius said that he's gone. He ain't here, Dumbledore." Hagrid said somberly.
Dumbledore looked at Sirius liked he grew a second head. Harry should have been in Sirius' hand after Harry vanquished Voldemort in order for his plans to be followed.
"Sirius, what happened here? How could be James and Lily Potter be dead. No one could have killed them without you telling anyone about where they are." Dumbledore asked with a bit of accusation in his voice. The red-robed people called Aurors instantly looked at Sirius suspiciously.
Sirius looked at Dumbledore like he grew another head. "You're accusing me of being their secret keeper when it was your great idea to let Peter Pettigrew to change places with me of being their secret keeper?!" Sirius yelled at the old man. He knew at the beginning that it was a bad idea to do it in the first place. The rat animagus cannot be trusted. The Aurors' gaze then transferred to the old man, making him uncomfortable.
"Oh yeah. I'm sorry. It must have slipped my mind." Dumbledore said, trying to take the attention from him.
After a few minutes, all the people in the house heard a loud stomping sound and quickly rushed I front of the house. A red-robed person stopped in front of the group.
"There has been an attack in the Longbottom manor!" He said breathlessly making Dumbledore pale as he rushed out quickly.
The gray cloaked figure appeared outside a huge gate and walked forward as the gate swung open. He never stopped his stride until he reached a richly decorated door and he only stopped for a moment as the door swung open with a small creature, with a tennis ball eyes and bat like ears called a house elf, was waiting for them just inside the door.
"Master." The house elf squeaked with a low bow.
"Randolph. Is the room for Harry ready?" The figure asked the house elf.
"Yes, Master Gellert. As you asked." The house elf replied.
"Good. You may go." Gellert dismissed Randolph.
Gellert proceeded to walk until he reached the third floor and entered a room that was richly decorated that will suit a child and laid down Harry on the crib. Gellert then removed his hood revealing a man, looking no older than 30, with shining blue eyes and regal features, and a shoulder-length golden blond hair.
"Rest, young one. I will not let you get controlled by just anyone. I promised someone to prepare you whatever means necessary for you to survive." The handsome young-looking man told the toddler that was sleeping soundly at the crib. He looked at the toddler for a moment before turning around and left the room; proceeding to his office.
When Dumbledore and the Aurors reached the Longbottom manor, they quickly ran inside hoping that it wasn't too late for the occupants of the manor. They found the once-elegant door blasted open and a couple of house-elves laying lifeless on the floor. The only sound the new arrivals can hear was the crying of a child.
Dumbledore rushed to where the cries were coming from and found Augusta Longbottom's body just outside the broken door. He rushed over to check for any signs of life and luckily found that she was just knocked out. He then proceeded inside the room, to his shock along with the others who just arrived, and saw a heavily damaged room that has a huge hole at the side of the room. They saw four people wearing a full Death Eater robes with a mask laying unconscious at the floor, and a singed black robe in front of the crib, where a crying baby was still located. They also saw Frank and Alice Longbottom's bodies lying just beside the crib.
"Rufus, take some of your men and take the Death Eaters into custody. Kingsley, check the conditions of Frank and Alice." Dumbledore said in a commanding voice, shaking the others from their gazes and springing into action.
Dumbledore walked in front of the crib and checked the toddler's condition, and found a curiously shaped scar in the boy's forehead.
'He must be the prophesied boy.' Dumbledore mused as he looked at the singed robe.
"Frank!" An old woman's voice shouted from the door. Everyone stopped what they were doing and saw that Augusta Longbottom woke up from her state of unconsciousness.
"Augusta. I'm happy that nothing bad happened to you?" Dumbledore said, giving the old woman a sad smile.
"How's my Frank and Alice?" Augusta asked as she groggily walked towards the crib and picked up her grandson, and rocked him carefully to stop the toddler from crying.
"Frank is alive, but I do not know what condition he is in. I suspect that he has been over exposed from the Cruciatus curse. I'm afraid that Alice is dead." Kingsley said after ordering some of the lower ranked Aurors to conjure a stretcher for Frank.
"You must bring him to St. Mungo's immediately." Dumbledore ordered and the ordered Aurors left immediately with Frank's body in the stretcher.
"Now Augusta, can you tell me what happened here?" Dumbledore said, feigning ignorance for the moment.
"Him and the Death Eaters overpowered our wards and came bustling in. My family felt the wards flare after the first barrage of curses and I asked my son to go to his wife and child. I told the house-elves to at least slow the attackers as long as they can, but they didn't even last long. I was about to reach where my son's family went before I lost consciousness. That's all I can give you." Augusta said with a somber tone. She was going to excuse herself so she can go check on her son, but Dumbledore spoke before she can.
"I believe I know what happened here." Dumbledore said, shocking the others in the room and gaining a suspicious look from the old woman. "After you lost consciousness, Voldemort along with Bellatrix, Rabastan, and Radolphus Lestrange, with Barty Crouch Jr. attacked Alice and Frank. I suspect that the Death Eaters were the one who sent the Cruciatus curse at Frank, but Voldmort was the one who killed Alice." Dumbledore stated, ignoring the gasps and shudder of the others from mentioning the Dark Lord's name.
Dumbledore paused for a bit and took a deep breath. "But when he sent it to Neville, the curse rebounded and instantly killing Voldemort." Everyone in the room gasped and turned in the sleeping toddler in his grandmother's hands. "Neville is the only known survivor of the killing curse and the symbol for this is the lightning-bolt shape scar on his forehead." Dumbledore said, knowing it wasn't exactly the truth.
"What happened to 'His' body?" Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head Auror, asked while looking at the singed black robe; knowing who owned it.
"That, I do not know." Dumbledore replied, thinking that it wasn't important to know the full facts just yet. "Augusta, I ask that you give young Neville to me. It will be safer for him to grow up outside of the Wizarding world because I am sure that he would be very famous. He was the first one to survive the killing curse after all." Dumbledore asked, or demanded, the old woman.
"And why would I want to be separated from my grandson?" Augusta said while shielding the boy away from the ancient looking man.
"Augusta, you must-" Dumbledore was about to argue, but was cut-off by the old woman.
"No, Dumbledore. Neville need to be raised up where his father grew up. The last time I checked, I am his relative." Augusta said, realizing how important and famous his grandson will be. And with that, he turned around and left the pissed off old man behind with the Aurors.
Dumbledore apparated in an ancient looking castle, with the sun already rising in the sky. He was very exhausted after trying to convince Augusta Longbottom to hand Neville over to him without success. He could not bring the case over to the Wizengamot because he had no hold over the Longbottom boy. He also failed in locating the Potter boy, much to his frustration. He also later found out that Sirius Black disappeared without a trace after he left the Potter's cottage. All his plans went to waste and he needed his plans to come to fruition for the greater good. He sighed heavily as he rubbed his temples.
"Albus, is it true? That he's gone?" A tall, black-haired witch with her hair combed back into a tight bun wearing black robes asked Albus Dumbledore, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Yes, yes. It's true. I saw his robes, but his body was gone." Dumbledore answered, giving a small smile.
"Then the other story is true then, I suppose?." Minerva McGonagall asked. Dumbledore nodded figuring the news had already broadcasted.
"A toddler killing the most hated Dark Lord in Britain. The Daily Prophet was calling him the Boy-Who-Lived over the wireless. Unbelievable. The boy would be famous." Minerva said with a smile gracing her stern looking face.
"Yes, young Longbottom has managed to vanquish Voldemort. But if you would excuse me, I have to get some rest. It has been a long night." Dumbledore waved at the witch as he made his way towards his room.
'Harry Potter, where are you?' Albus Dumbledore thought as he walked away.
9 years later
A sickly-looking yellow light soared towards a boy with raven-hair reaching past his shoulder. The boy rolled to the side avoiding the light as it melted the concrete where he was a moment ago. He pointed his black wand towards his attacker and sent a purple light. The attacker conjured a stone slab to intercept the purple light and it exploded into small pieces. The boy stood in his spot, slightly out of breath, and his wand was pointing towards his opponent; ready to react at any moment. His eerie green eyes looking directly across the blue eyes his opponent's who was doing the same thing.
"Good job, Harry. You've grown and learn a lot under my tutelage over the years." The man praised with a look of pride in his face; as he relaxed and put his wand back in its holster.
"Thank you, Gellert. I'm hoping for more of your guidance in the near future." Harry replied as he too relaxed, but kept his wand in his hand.
Gellert nodded and called Harry to follow him towards the house. Harry brushed off the dirt from his clothes as he followed after Gellert. A house-elf appeared and offered both a glass of water as they sat facing each other in the living room.
"As you should already know, you will be starting your magical education soon. Do you know which school you're planning to attend to?" Gellert asked after he finished his water.
Harry already knew that Gellert had attended Durmstrang Institute when he was young. He also knew that even though Gellert not may not look like it, he was older than what he actually looks like. He also knew that Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore had a very rocky past. The Wizarding world believes that Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald and sent him to Nurmengard all those years ago, but that wasn't the case. It was true that Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald and sent him to prison, but he didn't stay there. He left after making sure that the Wizarding world was assured that he was imprisoned. 'How stupid are they to think that they can imprison Gellert in his own fortress.' Harry mentally snorted.
He shook his head and thought which school should he got to. There are three major schools he can attend to: Hogwarts School, Durmstrang Institute, or Beauxbatons Academy. He knew that the Wizarding world knew that he was alive, but now missing at the moment. He was told by Gellert about it and his name was always mentioned every Halloween, his parents', Alice Longbottom's, and Voldemort's death anniversaries. He also knew that Dumbledore has a strong desire in finding him seeing that he was the one that always asking and pushing for him to be found.
"I want to attend Hogwarts." Harry replied after a few more moments.
"Very well, but we need to take care a few things in order for you to attend Hogwarts and not be harassed by the old fool." Gellert sneered at the end. Harry looked at the man curiously, but nodded.
"We need to visit Gringotts tomorrow for you to get an inheritance ritual. It's not necessary, but it is the only way for you to have a record that you have come back at the Wizarding world. This way the Ministry of Magic will receive a copy of the inheritance ritual informing them of your return. I suspect Dumbledore will make a big fuss out of it, but we'll talk about what you'll say." Gellert told his young protégé.
The Next day
Harry was standing in front of a huge mirror in his room as he looked over his appearance. His tamable shoulder-length hair tucked behind his ears showing his unhindered green eyes and his handsome young face, with high cheekbones and full red lips; showing a regal looking features. He was wearing black robes over his semi-formal clothes; consisting of green dress shirt, black dress pants, and a greenish-tint of dragon hide shoes. He looked at his diamond-encrusted watch and saw that it was five minutes before he was due downstairs. He looked over himself quickly, checking for anything out-of-place before exiting his room and walking downstairs towards the living room where the floo was located. When he got there, he saw Gellert standing in front of the floo and waiting for him.
"Ready to go?" Gellert asked Harry when he saw him enter the living room. Harry nodded as he walked where Gellert was. "Good. Let's go then."
Gellert took a handful of the floo powder and stepped inside the 10-foot-tall elegantly designed floo. He threw the floo powder and said "The Leaky Cauldron." He disappeared in a flash of green fire. Harry followed after him after doing the same thing.
A/N: This is the first chapter. This should be the average size of every chapter. This will be a Dark Harry fic and Harry will stay dark. There is a poll for the main pairing.
R&R please. Tell me what you think. Thank you.