The Dark God

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did Harry wouldn't be such a failure

In the Ancient Days, when Magic roamed free and uninhibited, when Warlocks walked the earth, wielding magic naturally with no mediums, the Old Gods were worshipped by all Magicals, each magician choosing to follow one patron God when they hit their first magical maturity at eleven, although choosing isn't accurate, for it's the person's magic that picks which gods service they were born to follow.

Each God having special rituals and presenting specific magic and abilities to his followers, from there Dragonlords, Enchanters, Elementals, Beast Masters, Necromancers and all the other Ranks were born.

However, even these Gods weren't equal, some were more powerful than others, none more so than the Dark God, for he was the first to come before all his brethren, when existence was a vast void of Darkness.

Sadly, those days are long past, for the other gods, angry and jealous at the power their elder brother wielded, combined power and followers to trap him in the dimensional rift, using sacrificial ancient Magiks, a place between existences, that technically didn't exist before he was locked there, and had all his followers slaughtered.

The Dark God angered by this treachery, swore that he would one day return and cursed all the Gods to be forgotten by all Magicals, that they too would be unable to reach the living plane until the day he was freed once more….

The wind howled in the distance while the stars shone bright over the earth below.

The town of surrey was quite as expected of a normal middleclass trouble-free neighborhood at such an ungodly hour, oblivious to the shooting stars barreling through the skies and the celebrations occurring on the streets by weird people dressed in funny clothing that looked like the robes of old, you see these people aren't like normal folk, these people are Magicals blessed by the Old gods to wield unimaginable powers over the world and reality itself.

However, normal humans, muggles as they are called, weren't accepting of these magicians, their jealousy driving them to declare all Magicals as descendants of the Devil.

This led to a bloody war that ended with the destruction of Camelot and the fall of the Pendragon line.

So, when all seemed lost, Merlin, or Myrddin Wylltas he was known then, called upon Old Magic empowered by 28 Families, now known as the sacred Twenty-Eight, to hide Magicals forever even from the memories of muggles, initiating what was called the Statue of Secrecy, sadly such magic comes with a price, and on that day Myrddin was no more.

Back to the present, to this night of miracles, for you see this wasn't any normal night, for on October 31, 1981 the greatest Dark Lord of the last Five centuries was finally defeated after a devastating war that lasted a decade…. a decade of suffering for both parties involved, for it appeared that Lord Voldemort had lost his mind the last couple of years in the war, to the point of slaughtering even Purebloods, a term given to the Magicals that can boast a line of Magicians for many Generations, that decided to remain neutral in the war, decimating old Pureblood houses into oblivion, even though most of his followers and most loyal were Purebloods themselves and his agenda being that of the pureblood cause allegedly.

So how was such an unstoppable force finally stopped? (Pun Unintended) The answer is laughable and absurd, for where old powerful magicians with experience from the war with Grindlewald failed, an infant of no more than 15 months put a stop to the Evil that no one dared speak his name.

Harry Potter, survived and trumped where his parents died in his steed, for The Dark Lord was after him that night, due to a Prophecy that he didn't even fully know or comprehend, truly a madman to challenge the Fates themselves where even the Old Gods not dare...

So where is our savior this instant? That question was on the mind of every celebrating wizard and witch while they toasted in hushed voices "To the Boy-Who-Lived. To Harry Potter"

Back in Surrey, specifically in Privet Drive, one Albus Dumbledore, a man declared by many to be the greatest Wizard to walk the earth since the Founders of Hogwarts themselves, a school which he was proudly headmaster of himself, was walking, carrying a bundle in his arms, towards House number 4.

As soon as he reached his destination, an old looking tabby cat jumped off the wall surrounding the house and morphed into a serious and regal looking women in proper robes and a pointed hat proudly showing off her witch heritage.

"Albus" she greeted.

"ah, Minerva, what a pleasure to see you on this beautiful night, although I would've expected you to be celebrating with the others" the old wizard replied.

"Honestly Albus they're out of control, it's like they're trying to expose us to the muggles!" she exclaimed, but then sighed and continued, "So is that Him?" she asked while peering closer to gaze at the sleeping child.

"Yes, it appears Mr. Potter was exhausted by todays ordeal and will be sleeping for a while, so I'll leave him at his aunt's house with a warming and Notice Me Not charm after setting up the Wards" Albus concluded.

"Are you sure Albus? These muggles, I don't think they're the best people to be raising our savior…" she was cut off while speaking

"Nonsense, my dear Minerva, who better to raise him then his own Blood? I don't think he'll appreciate not letting him live with his last remaining relatives when he grows up" Albus argued.

"I guess your right" She trailed off.

So on that Starry night while the British wizarding community celebrated until dawn, they never knew that this day was one of Reckoning not celebration, for Albus Dumbledore, so called Second coming of Merlin made the greatest mistake in his life, one that would come back to haunt him, as at the moment he apparated away, the infants eyes opened staring at the night sky where for a second all the stars in the starry sky disappeared and reappeared as his eyes glowed green, speaking of infinite power that would one day raise the world to a Golden Age or bring down its utter annihilation…

If only he had stayed for a second longer then the future would have been vastly different, but fate is such a fickle thing, as it happened only one being noticed the phenomenon, The Elder centaur looked up and whispered solemnly, "The Dark God has risen… Mars have Mercy on our souls…."