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Phases of the Night	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 40948 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: So sorry this took a while. There was so much things happening. We had to put my dog down two weeks ago and I got into a funk about that. We are doing big renovations on the house, and I'm packing up and moving across the country. Hopefully I will get a couple more chapters up soon.

So please enjoy reading this next chapter and please review. I love hear what you think of it.

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Chapter 3:

  Ron stared around the room he had shared with Harry last year at Number 12 Grimmauld place. It felt kind of lonely and empty without his best mate around.  

He had ignored the order that the Headmaster had given them and wrote a letter to Harry. He’d sent his letter with Hedwig, whom Harry had sent to live with him as Harry hadn’t wanted to lock her up for the entire summer.  

That was two days ago and Ron was still waiting for a reply. He only hoped all was well with his best mate.

  He knew that in the past they had had some disagreements but what friendship didn’t have its hurdles? Ron now could say that he had grown since last year and he’d come to realize his childish pettiness.  

He couldn’t understand how Ginny and Hermione could just sit by and not try to contact Harry. With what Harry had gone through in the past year, he needed someone to keep in contact with. He had even mentioned this to Hermione. She had tsked and replied that he should respect Dumbledore’s orders and at this time Harry was in a delicate mental state and that if they were to contact him, it could cause serious damage, and that the Headmaster knew what he was talking about. That the Headmaster only wanted what was best for Harry.  

Ron mulled over what he had been told, but he still believed that Harry needed a letter. He talked it over with Hedwig who hooted in agreement.

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  Dumbledore sat down at the head of the kitchen table, ready to start the order meeting. He had received the most disturbing news this morning. That fat lard of the Potter’s uncle had lost the boy. The incompetent bastard had allowed someone to come in and kidnap his main weapon. What was he going to do now? 

 "What has happened headmaster?" Professor McGonagall asked, a concerned look upon her face. The rest of the order sat around the table, minus the youngest Weasley boy. The blasted Weasley twins were muttering to each other, no doubt planning one of their air-headed pranks.

  Dumbledore eyed the Weasley clan around him and contemplated the news the wards have given him yesterday.

 ‘Ronald Weasley seems to have ignored my orders and taken to trying to contact the brat. He shall be dealt with later,’ Dumbledore mused to himself. He began the meeting.

  "Someone has kidnapped young Harry from his relatives. The person attacked his relatives." Dumbledore had a grave look on his face, though he was fuming on the inside.   

There was a collective gasps all around. Soon everyone started talking at once. 

 "Was it death eaters Professor?" Molly managed to asked over everyone, which efficiently silenced them as they had wanted to know about the safety of their boy hero.

  “I have speculations…”  

“Could it have been Snape?” Tonks threw in. She wasn’t too trusting of the greasy bat.

  “No, he would have told me if Voldemort had planned anything,” The aged man laced his wrinkled hands together in thought.  

“What if You-Know-Who made a sudden attack, and didn’t let the most of his minions in on it until it was time to execute the plan?” Mad eye asked.

  “I have thought of that, but Harry was kidnapped yesterday, Severus would have had plenty of time to inform me since then, especially since I saw him this morning coming up from the dungeons.”  

“What if it was Remus?” Arthur spoke up, “He knew that Harry wasn’t too fond of going back to the Dursleys. Maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding, and he simply forgot to tell you.”  

A lot of the orders members seemed to agree, wanting to believe this was the case. Some were wondering where the werewolf was, and that maybe this would explain his absence.

  Dumbledore shook his head, “Sadly this is not the case. Remus has been bedridden. When he went to get his monthly potion from Severus at the castle, apparently Peeves dropped a silver armor shield on his back.”

  The Weasley men winced.

  “Lucky it wasn’t too serious, but Madam Pomfrey had ordered him a strict bed rest without being disturbed for a few days. She had forbid him to leave his house.”  

‘Though that seems to come at a convenient time,’ Dumbledore stroked his beard.  

A little while later Ron didn't know what to think. Hedwig had come back without giving the letter to Harry, which was very unusual. He hoped that he was okay. If he found out that those brutes that call themselves Harry’s relatives hurt him in anyway then Ron would get the twins to help seek revenge.  

 "Hey Ronniekins,"they called as they both appeared by their younger sibling, startling him out of his thoughts.   

"Merlin's beard! Would you two knock it off?" Ron glared. 

 "But Ronniekins-" 

"We came to tell you-"

 "About Harry dearest-" 

 The twins gave him an innocent look. 

 Ron sat up straighter. "What have you heard?"  

 Fred and George shared a look. 

 "Well in the meeting,"

 “The old man was going on,” 

"That Harry was-" 

There was a long pause.   

"KIDNAPPED!!" the two said together.    

Ron got up and started pacing and swearing.   

The twins sat on the bed and watched their brother mutter to himself. 

 "Are you sure?" Ron suddenly turned on the two. "Do they suspect anyone?"  

 "Dumbledore doesn't know but he's not ruling out death eaters."    

Ron ran a hand through his shaggy hair.   

"There's more." Fred shared another look with his twin. 

 "What?"    

"Snape and Lupin were not at the meeting,"    

"Really?" The twins nodded in reply. 

 "Do you think that Lupin-"   

“Dumbledore ruled it out.”  

“Oh,” Ron sat on the bed and put his head in his hands.   Moments passed as the twins stared at him. Finally Ron lifted his head and stared back at his older brothers.  

“How are we going to go about finding Harry?”

  The twins gave a toothy smile. 

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 Draco stared around him. He was back in his room at the manor. Confused, he got up from his bed, feeling no pain in his movement and he could see out of both eyes. He stopped. If he didn't feel any pain, could see and he was back at the manor, did that mean it was all a horrible dream? 

 He raced out of his room, disregarding that he was in his sleeping pants and ran through the manor. He didn't care that his father would lecture him about proper Malfoy behavior- he just wanted to make sure his mother was alright.   

Draco skidded to a halt just inside the dining room. For there, sitting at the table was his mother taking a sip from her tea cup. A place was set out for him beside his mother. 

 "Mother?"  

 Narcissa looked up from her witch weekly and gave her son a bright smile. 

 "Good morning my dragon. How was your sleep?" she asked as he came to her side. She presented a cheek for him to kiss.   

"Morning mother. I had such a horrible dream." Draco shuddered. 

 "How so? Do you mind telling me about it," Narcissa asked, sipping from her tea.   

Draco helped himself to some breakfast. 

 "It's was a horrible nightmare. Father had gotten arrested and the Dark lord took over our manor. Aunt Bellatrix went off the deep end when you said that you wanted me to choose if I wanted that dark mark or not. She cursed me, cutting open the left side of my face."  

 Narcissa placed her hand on her son's left cheek." My poor child." 

 "Then she chased us to the floo. I made it to Uncle Sevs…" Draco paused, setting his silverware down. "But-but you didn't make it. Aunt Bellatrix killed you." Draco rubbed a hand over his face. His left eye was starting to twitch and hurt.   

"Oh sweetheart," his mother gave him a small sad smile. "It wasn't a dream. I am truly dead and gone…".

 Draco shot his mother a hurt look but was upset and startled to see that she was starting to fade.    Everything around him started getting dark, dust and cobwebs started to cover every surface. 

 "Mother?!" He called out jumping up from his seat. He rushed over to his mother, hand outstretched.

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Across the hall, a slumbering Harry Potter winced in his sleep.   

The halls of Hogwarts were hazy, fog filled and dark. He didn’t know how he’d gotten here.  Harry took a few steps forward, blinking blurry eyes down the hall.

"Hello?"  

"Harry! Come here, Harry!" came a soft musical voice from down the hallway. It was quite familiar.

  Harry slowly began walking towards the voice.  

"Where are you?!" he called, picking up his pace to a run.

  "Ha-rrrry!" it called, taking him down staircases and past closed classroom doors.  

"I'm here! Where are you?!" he yelled back, turning corners and peering down adjoining hallways.  

Finally the voice took him outside a large chamber door. He pushed on the wooden door and it swung open, revealing an empty room. He sighed, and turned, exiting the room.

  "Harry, don't you want to see us?" He spun around, looking around wildly. There in the centre of the room, the mirror of erised appeared; ancient and majestic in its size.  

Standing in the shimmering reflection, his mother smiled largely and held out her arms for a hug.

  Harry stumbled quickly into the room, nearly throwing himself at the foot of the mirror. His mouth opened wide, he stared at her hard, daring her to speak again.  

Lily lowered her arms. "I'm sorry, love. I wish I could hold you."  

Harry blinked, his eyes centering on her face, her long flowing red hair, and her green eyes, so like his own.

  "Mum?"

  She smiled and crouched down. "I've been waiting for you. For so long."  

"Mum, I-"

  "Hush, Love. I know." She kissed her fingers and placed it on the glass. "You gave up. You had a right to. You are in the centre of great darkness, and I am sorry. I had hoped to stow you away from all of this darkness and pain, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to fend it off." She gazed intently at him. "You have grown up into such a beautiful boy and your Dad-"

  Harry snorted. "Don't."  

"I know you don't want to hear it, and I am sorry."  

He looked over at her. "Where have you been? And where is HE? Every time I have ever dreamed, it has only been of the people I know- not the ones I try to remember! Why are you never there? What do you want from me now?! When I try to stop the pain, and hurt, you speak to me as though it will all go away! It won't!" His throat burned with the intensity of the yell.  

"Harry-"  

"NO! You aren't real anymore! You were, but now you're not, and I am just another thing to be blamed for that. Don't try to make me out to be some martyr. I cannot be that boy. I tried, and you are still dead, and nothing changes." He sniffed.  

"That is why we need you to live, Harry." He looked up. "We love you. Your Father and I had to choose our fate, Harry. We chose you above all. You have made us proud, no matter what you have chosen. Do not throw this away."  

Harry felt the trickle of a tear down his face, and he blinked quick, hoping to stem the flow.

  "I cannot be the person I am supposed to be- How can I?!" he said softly. "I want to be Harry. Just Harry. I want to be the son you raised, and not the orphan. How do I do that?"  

"Trust in your judgement, Love. You will be with us one day, but there are many things to do before then."  

"Like what?"  

"Harry, we are trapped, and we need you to free us,” Lily stated softly.

  “What? Trapped where and how?” Harry blinked. He was confused. As far as he knew his parents were dead, not trapped.  

“Our souls are trapped in Voldemort’s wand… We need you to free us,” Lily said, starting to sound a little desperate.  

Harry looked around the room, chancing glances back at his Mum. He sighed and got to his feet. He gave his mother one last look before he turned to walk away.

  “Harry! Where are you going, you need to help us,” Lily yelled out.  

Harry paused and looked over his shoulder at the witch in the mirror.  

“I’m sorry mother but I’m not that type of boy anymore. I don’t know how to help people.” He reached the door.  

“Harry you owe it to us, to me!” Lily threw at her son.  

“LILY!”   

Thunder ripped through the room. Harry turned to see lightening flash in the mirror and his father glaring at his mother.  

“Harry does not owe us anything. Like you said earlier we chose our fate. Do not go dragging our son into unnecessary fights.”

  “But if he doesn’t save us then we will never move on. I can’t deal with this for much longer.” Lily sank to her knees sobbing.  

James’ fists tightened.  “Well if you had not used that forbidden magic we wouldn’t have been here. Harry was safe with the other wards. But no, you had to touch the Dark Juju. Wizarding magic does not work well with voodoo magic.”   

“It was to make sure he survived if Voldemort came after him,” Lily defended herself. 

 “That’s a load of utter bullshit and you know it. Admit that you made a mistake! He was fine with the wards Moony, Padfoot and I placed upon him.”  

“Oh Please, the only one capable at decent charms was Lupin, which you and Black nearly failed in school if I remember correctly.”

  Harry stared wide eyed as his parents fought.

  “Evans, just silence your mouth before I do it for you.” Lily wisely shut her mouth.  

James gave a sigh and turned to his son.

  “Harry, she should not have contacted you. I’m sorry. Now that she has, the dark magics that you soaked up from the Juju will now awaken within you.”   

Harry nearly stopped breathing. “What?” He was dark? He was going to turn out evil?  

“Harry, do not fear your powers- they may be dark but that does not make you evil. It is okay to be dark,” James tried to comfort his son.  

“If the wizarding world ever found out, they will lock me in Azkaban. They already think I’m turning into the next dark lord.” Harry ran a hand through his hair.  

He was startled when his father gave a dark laugh.   

“You can be and I would support you entirely.” James gave his son a little smirk.

  “The Potter line has had several Dark wizards that had changed our world for the better. What Dumbledore is trying to do is ridiculous; Muggles are never going to accept us. Voldemort, as mad and evil as he is, does have some points.”   

“James how could you!?” Lily shrieked.

  “SILENCE!” James waved his wand and his wife was silenced.  

James turned back to his son.  

“Do what you feel is right. But warn Remus and Snape when you wake. The dark magic within you will be a little difficult for you at first. They will help you and your cousin with dealing what has happened to you both.”

  Harry stared at his father frightened. He didn’t want anyone to find out what happened. He didn’t want to be known as more of a freak- his father would hate him.  

“How do you know what I’ve been through if you are trapped within Voldemort’s wand?” Harry asked.  

“Since we are in his wand, we are tapped into his magic, tied to him, and he is in turn tied to you through dark magic and your scar. I saw everything that that Muggle has done to you and his son.”

  Harry looked away, ashamed that his father had to see that.  

“Harry, look at me,” James demanded.  

Harry reluctantly looked back at the mirror. His father was standing there eyes blazing, wand in hand.  

“Never feel shame. You are a wizard and my son. I am proud of you no matter what happens and what your choices are.”   

Harry felt his chest tighten up.

  “Dad, I can’t go back to being that Gryffindor boy. I’m changed.” Harry mumbled scuffing his feet on the floor.  

“That’s okay,” James tried to reassure him.  

Harry’s vision started to become a little fuzzy.  

“After this encounter is over will you appear again?” Harry asked.

  James stared at him son. “That I do not know. I do not want to try and make contact, it will only pull you back when you need to move forwards. I’ll try to keep Evans from trying to encourage you to help her.” James gave a little glare at his stubborn wife.  

“Oh,” Darkness started to overcome his vision. James gripped his wand tighter and called “Harry! Don’t be Dumbledore’s Pawn!” The last thing he saw was the startled look on his father’s face before nothing.

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 Dudley looked around him. He was back at his home sitting in the TV room. But the TV was off, and he was on a cold mat with Mesh walls surrounding him. Everything was so big, and it was very cold. He had a very thin blanket beside his in the very big contraption.

  “What's going on?” Dudley wondered out loud. Or at least he tried to speak but all that came out was a garbling noise.

  Dudley began to freak out. Why couldn’t he speak? Why wasn’t he down in the basement where Vernon had kept him after finding out he’d done accidental magic. Not that he wasn’t complaining- anything was better than getting beaten, right?  

He heard the patter of Petunia’s high heels on the floor and couldn’t help but flinch. She had done just as much damage to him when his parents had found out about the magic. But though her part was not physical, there was emotional and mental repercussions.

He pushed himself up against the mesh walls when she came into view.

  “Would you shut up you little freak,” Petunia screeched waving a wooden spoon at him.  

“I told you many times before. If you want to keep breathing you will stay quiet, you useless leech.” Petunia started muttering to herself.  

“I made every precaution that-that heathen suggested, to make sure I didn’t give birth to a freak. I even had her come in to use her hocus pocus on me. Clearly that didn’t work,” Petunia walked away leaving Dudley to himself.  

‘I don’t know what to make of this.’ Dudley thought using his chubby little hands to grab the thin blanket and wrap it clumsily around him.  

He would figure a way out of this. He had magic now. Once he was free of his parent, he would make them pay. He would use magic to hurt them the same way they had hurt him. However, maybe the magic could prolong their agony?  

A car door sounded from outside and thundering steps approached the front door. The door swung open and the large form of Vernon squeezed itself through the threshold and into the front foyer.  

The overweight man seemed to be in a good mood. Well, that was until his gaze fell upon Dudley.  

“You’re still here? We should have just drowned you at birth.” Vernon threw his car keys on the table.  

Dudley gave a glare, which seemed to anger Vernon even more.

  “Why you little shit,” Vernon stomped over to the little boy in the play pen. He grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and hoisted him into the air.  

Dudley started to scream and squirm.  

“What is that little freak doing?” Petunia came marching into the room glaring at the abnormality in her husband’s grasp.  

“Pet, be a dream and make me some dinner, I’m going to teach this” Vernon pause to give Dudley a shake to rattle his brain, “this freak its final lesson.”  

Petunia batted her eyelashes. “Of course my dear.” She gave her husband a wet open mouthed kiss before heading back to the kitchen.

  Dudley felt queasy. It was either from the rattling of his brains or the scene he just witnessed.  

Vernon dragged the struggling toddler up the stairs to the bathroom. Once there he threw the kid into the bathtub. He shut and locked the door. He turned rolling up his sleeves.  

Dudley tried to stand up and scramble over the side of the tub.   Vernon gave the boy a smack, knocking him back into the tub. He put the plug into the drain and turned the water to hot.  

Dudley panicked when the cold water hit his feet. The water was quickly heating up. He screamed when it reached boiling.  

“Shut your gob!” He back-handed again and grabbed him by his neck again.  

Dudley got a lung full of water when he was shoved under. His face felt white hot. He was struggling more now, though he couldn’t keep it up for much longer.  

The darkness was coming now. He was going to die.

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 A Potion vial shattered against the stone floor in the potion’s lab while on the floor above, several books tumbled out of someone’s grasp.  

The two full grown wizards in the house rushed to where they heard screaming.

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TBC

Yup, I did that. I left another cliffhanger, and I left you with more questions. However in the coming chapters they will be answered. I know some of you are wondering about Voldemort now. Well he will be making several appearances I just don't know when. You can never be to sure about Dark Lords.
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