Forgotten (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2:

                                                                             Chapter 2:

Last time on Forgotten...

He was about to leave to go to the bathroom when the ice-cream bar stirred nervously as if an invisible cloud of gloom had arrived. A few moments later, Harry heard a loud boom accompanied by the sound of a woman screaming. Then all hell broke loose.

Down in the alley, people screamed in terror and drew their wands. Harry tensed and looked around warily. He saw Lily portkey out with Callistus while James rushed outside with his wand out in front of him and snorted. Nobody payed Harry any heed as they either apparated out or drew their wands. Harry knew he should off run, or hid, but something, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was leading him, almost pulling him, out of the door and out of the Florean Fortesques.

Harry looked around the alley, which was full of screaming people, disapparating people, and people with wands drawn. Making his way through a particularly thick thong of people, he finally glimpsed what was causing all the commotion.

There, outside of Gringotts, were a squad of about twenty figures in black robes and a white mask. They were drawing their wands and pointing them in the sky.

'How did they get out of Azkaban?' Harry hissed to Sonoro, who did the equivalent of a shrug. He ducked into a nearby alley before anyone could notice him and turned to the death eaters again.

One of them cackled in a high pitch. She was obviously female.

"Wizards and witches of the wizarding world, hear us now!" She screamed. Harry winced at the high tone.

"You might think that the dark lord is gone. The auror's and the order of the fired chicken might have told you he's gone, and everything's pitch perfect, but that is false. The dark lord will rise again and everyone shall bow down to him!" A second, male voice shouted. The death eaters all raised their wands.

"The dark lord!" They all shouted and fired a spell into the air in unison. The remaining people all ran away screaming and the air was suddenly filled with loud popping noises.

'The aurors!' Harry thought.

Around thirty men and women in grey and white robes suddenly appeared and started throwing spells at the death eaters. More men and women apparated in, this time wearing scarlet and gold robes.

'The order of the phoenix!' Harry realised. The aurors and order were now throwing spells in rapid succession at the death eaters, but it was like there was a shield around them. All the spells disappeared five meters away from the death eaters, who were laughing at their attempts.

"Morsmodre!" One of them shouted. Harry watched in morbid fascination as a green skull with a snake coming out of its mouth rose into the air.

He tensed.

He could feel it. He could feel the pull of magic that signalled something or someone was going to come. Something extremely powerful.

And it came.

Two figures appeared at the same time at different sides of the street.

On the right side, in front of the aurors and order, was a tall man wearing a pair of periwinkle robes with golden stars on them. The man wore a tall hat and his long white beard was tucked into his belt. His eyes also lacked their usual twinkle.

Harry snarled.

'Albus Dumbledore' He hissed to Sonoro who glared at the man.

In a roundabout way, Albus Dumbledore was responsible for his life. Had he not claimed Callistus Potter the 'saviour', Harry could very possibly not have to sleep in an attic due to the fact that Callistus liked to mess with his things for fun along with his pals such as the blood-traitor Weasley, Longbottom and Finnegan. Harry sneered just thinking about them. James and Sirius Black both claimed the quadruple the 'second generation Marauders'. Dumbledore also had given Callistus private lessons in magic, and after those lessons, Callistus would always shoot spells such as Langlock and Defango at Harry for entertainment. The 'second generation Marauders' would roar in laughter as Harry tried in vain to regain his dignity. And every time this happened, Harry would curse Albus Dumbledore for teaching his twin prank spells. Honestly, what were prank spells going to do against Voldemort? Was he going to walk up to Voldemort and give him acne? It didn't help that Lily and James always encouraged their son.