Chapter One: Freedom??
AN: Hi I warn you all now, that this is my first ever fanfiction story. So I hope that you will all read and review with that in mind. I will add a disclaimer at the end of this. First off I will tell you that my schedule is very loaded and that I will not have a set time to update. So be prepared, it could take a while. Also I love cliffhangers so there will be a lot of them. If you have any questions leave them in your reviews and I will be glad to answer them in the next chapter.
(Disclaimer: I do not own anything here but some of my cornball ideas, all names, date and, original ideas belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros. And in my case also squareenix. Also some ideas I have asked to borrow from Wolfmoon, when I use them I will put another disclaimer.) Also this disclaimer is for all chapters so I don't have to keep putting one up. Hope you enjoy the story now on to it.
"Good evening. I'm Rick Thomas and our top story tonight is about the deaths of over 20 people earlier today. These people were all killed within just a few minutes of each other, however, when the victims were examined they could not find anything wrong with them except for the fact that they were dead. We go to Dave out in the field Dave, what do you have for us?"
"Well Rick it isn't good news. The local police had two suspects in custody, they were knocked out when they were brought in, anyway they woke up, laughed at the police in charge, and then the just disappeared. It was like magic. We did however get very detailed descriptions of them, which we will show to you now.
One of the suspects had a rat like look with a silver hand and a long dark robe with a skull tattoo on his arm. They did not get his name before he disappeared. The other man was known to the British political world and we were stunned to find out he was involved. He was dressed in the same clothes as the other one with the same tattoo which gives us reason to believe that they are part of some kind of cult." replied Dave.
"And that's all we have at this time Rick,"
"Thanks Dave, just a quick question. Do you have a name for the last suspect?" asked Rick.
"Of course; glad you asked, his name is Cornelious Fudge," replied Dave.
At that name the TV was shut off rather quickly in disgust. To the average person it would seem that all this was; was some sort of cult trying to get attention. However, the boy who happened to be watching was no ordinary boy. He knew what had happened to the two men; in fact, he knew the two men well enough to hate everything about them. The boy who was watching was the same kind of person (so to speak) he was a wizard; and not just any ordinary wizard, he was Harry Potter, "the boy who lived". While he didn't see himself in that manner, the fact remained that it was his destiny to rid the world of Voldemort and nothing was going to stand in his way.
But in the mean time he turned off the TV and ran upstairs. The Dursleys were not home yet but there was no reason to take any chances.
Harry decided that he would have to do some thinking tonight on the fact that the Minister of Magic was a death eater, and decided to borrow his cousin Dudely's racing bike like he had done so many times before. It wasn't like Dudley used it, ever. Harry always had to go out at night when everyone was asleep but he didn't mind. It usually meant that the Order would not be tailing him as they were asleep as well or just didn't see him.
Harry was on his way home (if you could call the Dursley's home). He had a very relaxing ride and decided to write Professor Dumbledore tomorrow to get his thoughts on Fudge. He sneaked back inside and upstairs to his room with thoughts about his birthday that was a week away. He was in contact with his best friends but they still hadn't told him when he might be able to come and visit. That was another question he would have to ask Professor Dumbledore. Harry went inside to his room and what he saw made him shout out in utter surprise. Standing in his room was none other than Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Madeye Moody, and Tonks.
