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Title: Chaos of Tomorrow
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Summary: The wizarding world is living chaos, somehow exposed. Harry is having weird feelings, Voldemort is looking for a weapon, and Draco is not entirely human. Lots of mysteries answered! Slash! half AU!
Rating: PG-13
Category: Action/Adventure/ Sci-Fi
Status: BETAED by Lady Lynn
Notes: I want this story to have some complicated twisting scene just to make you think ^_^ This Story is A/U because the time is not the same. Harry was born on 1993 here, so if Harry has 17 years on this story them it is the year 2010. All futuristic!
Bold letters: Someone’s voice. I won’t tell who. You have to find out.
There was a voice... A monotone voice...
“Relinquish your pain unto me...”
The voice of a man screamed, “SAR-IAS!!”
Someone was screaming... Blood was everywhere...
“Open your eyes... Harry...”
Chaos of Tomorrow
Chapter One: The End of the Magic
August 29, 2010
“Wake up you bloody boy! And stop screaming!”
He snapped his eyes open, catching his breath. Hastily sitting up, he explored his surroundings. He made out the familiar blurry shapes of his trunk over the far end of the wall and his owl’s cage; he was still in his room. He slumped back on his bed, messing his sweaty raven hair and reaching for his round framed glasses on the night table.
Every morning as usual, he would finger his scar. It usually felt warm under his touch but today it sent shiver down his spine. Something must be wrong. The fact is, is that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived has absolutely no communication whatsoever with the magical world. He has no clue what the Dark Lord is planning next. This annoyed the raven haired boy a lot.
He shook the covers off and reached for his baggy blue jeans. He was still slim, but not as skinny as previous year for Quidditch practice had given him faint marked muscles and a better, healthier body. His face was rounder but still conserving the innocence of a once orphan boy while his eyes still shone with a luminous emerald color.
“Get down here this instant, boy!”
Harry sighed at the screeching voice of his aunt coming from downstairs while he slipped his short sleeved shirt on, “I’m coming!”
Even though he knew the Dursley house was really protected against any magical attack and covered with unique wards, Harry still kept his wand in his pocket for emergency. He would be a dumb wizard if he didn't have one when he needed it most.
He ran down the stairs, unable to brush his teeth, to see a tall woman sitting on the living room with his uncle. She wore a female formal suit and square glasses, her chestnut hair pushed into a bun.
Petunia grasped his forearm rather harshly while hissing, “I don’t know the meaning of this, but if you mention something about your kind you’ll-” Aunt Petunia never finished the sentence because she half shoved him inside the living room, earning the woman’s attention.
It was then that Harry noticed her chocolate eyes behind her glasses and appearances. She was in about her thirties. “Ah so you must be Mr. Potter.”
“Yes, I am,” he answered, looking rather confused.
“I’m Miriam McKinley, Harry James Potter,” she whispered standing up and circling the raven haired boy, “You say he is your nephew, Mr. Dursley?
“Well yes, his parents died in a car crash and we ended up taking care of him.”
“And this scar?” the woman asked, fingering his lighting bolt scar. Her touch was cold against his skin as if Voldemort...
“My parents-” he tried to say, but Uncle Vernon's glare made him change his words. “I Got it on a car crash.”
“What an awful scar to get in a car accident. Perhaps it has something to do with your parent’s reputation?”
She stared intently at him, as if trying to read his mind by looking at his green orbs. Harry knew there was something fishy about all this and he didn’t like it at all.
“Which school is he attending?” she asked.
“St. Brutus's.”
“St. Brutus?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She reached for her briefcase and took a small electronic device, typing some letter. “Are you sure? I don’t find any database of him assisting St. Brutus's, Mr. Dursley.”
Vernon was speechless; lies were not good with this woman. “But there must be-” he tried to say, but the woman took out an old parchment with an old crest of a neat H.
Harry tired to hide his panic, his surprise and his curiosity of why that woman possessed such parchment. However at the sight of the parchment, both Petunia and Vernon paled.
“The Ministry of England found this parchment on a hidden anti-government sector and says the name of certain students attending a school not recognized by the Ministry.”
“Clearly it says,” she continued, opening the parchment, “Harry James Potter is attending a Witchcraft school called Hogwarts.”
Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach. They found that on an anti government sector? They couldn’t possibly... They couldn’t possibly discover the Ministry of Magic, could they?
His hand slipped over his pocket, grasping his wand to calm his nerves. He always thought having his wand on his side calm him in very horrible situation, but this one was an extreme one. What if he couldn't go back to Hogwarts?
Miriam noticed Harry’s shaking hand slipping into his pocket, and smirked. “Now, Now Mr. Potter, there’s no need to be scared, I won’t bite. If you'll kindly empty your pockets and I find no evidence of your attendance to this school, you are all are free of charges.”
He felt his throat dry. Damnit, why didn’t he left it upstairs?
“Do what she says, boy,” Vernon said.
He took a sharp breath and emptied his left pocket...
Luckily no galleons, just Muggle coins...
“Now your right one.”
He looked nervously at Vernon who realized that the raven haired boy had the wand in his pocket. “Eh, Petunia why don’t you bring our guest some refreshment. Go and help you aunt, boy.”
Before they could dash into the kitchen, an owl flew in. Miriam screamed as the owl flew around her head and dropped a letter on her feet before flying out the window.
Harry dashed to pick up the letter but it was too late, Miriam has already bent over and picked it up. He felt his insides going colder and paler as the woman opened the letter and a smirk spread over her lips. Opening her mouth she read out loud:
The wizarding world is living chaos at the moment Harry, what ever happens, don’t leave the house. Signed, Arthur Weasley.
“Familiar with the Weasleys? Bunch of wizard folks, as investigated. So you have attended the same school as his freckled sons.” She smirked heartlessly and turned to look at the shocked and paled Dursleys.
“I thought you better than mixing with such likes, Mr. Dursley. You will be charge for your lack of reason in this situation, and I’m taking Mr. Potter with me.” Before she could grasp the raven haired boy’s forearm, Harry already had his wand out, pointing it at the woman.
“One step and you’ll be toasted,” he threatened just as he had usually done with Dudley.
“Lower that bloody stick of yours boy, if you don’t want things to get complicated.”
He shook his head, gripping his wand for dear life.
“You cannot perform magic anymore.”
“As if it would do any damage to my record," he replied, yet his eyes did not match his words.
“Give me that-”
“Stupify!” the red jet of light hit the woman on the chest. For a split second, Harry was relieved. But when he realized the woman did not fall down unconsciously, panic covered his senses. But he threw a stunning spell at her!
“I did tell you, didn't I?” the woman say brushing her suit. “Your little hocus pocus world is no longer a secret. We’re well protected against it.”
“Impossible,” he said shaking his head, “It was enchanted away from the Muggle’s eyes.”
“That is of course, unless we have a way to make it visible for us.”
Harry tried to think clearly. How he will escape this woman’s claws when he’s not allowed to leave the house? Could all this be a silly trap of Voldemort to lure him out of the house and into his hands? Then again, he could simply ignore Mr. Weasley’s warning, dash up to his room and fly off on his broom somewhere where he couldn’t be caught.
The last thought sounded reasonable enough for Harry, at the moment. “Anywhere is better than here,” he mumbled to himself. He dashed upstairs, ignoring the threats and protests from the woman and kicked his door open.
Hedwig who was currently landing on the window frame hooted cheerfully at him. “Go Hedwig, get the hell out of here!” he hissed at the owl. She looked at him acidly, but did what she was told. He yanked his wardrobe open and picked up his broom.
He was hurrying out of the window when a sharp long needle hit the back of his neck and a warm liquid spread through his body. His muscles became numb, his wand and broom hit the floor.
He was falling to his knees as the place became blurry shapes, “No,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Don’t worry; everything will be all right...”
TBC...
Notes: Does it sound good? I don’t think so but I needed a chapter one of some explanation to start the real thing hehehe! ^__^