Fall of Darkness

Chapter 2: The Past Has Passed

-I don't own Harry Potter or anything else-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

Sounds

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AN: Some one asked what happened to 'Reign of Darkness' well Rose has woke up in the Hospital and can't remember anything that happened five years before, Reign just so happens to take place during that time so Rose doesn't remember anything, just that she can trust Harry with her life and feels something for him.

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"I'm telling you Cissy." Bella giggled into the floo, "Harry's back, he's alive, I saw him last night when he dropped off his little sister Rose."

Narcissa's face grew concerned in the coals, "Sister are you sure, I mean I hope your right but after what happened..."

Bellatrix snapped at her, "He's alive, they were lying, he's not dead. I know it was him... I know it was... He's the only one who could make me feel the way I did,"

The blonde flinched, her sister's voice was a lot sharper than normal, "Ok, ok, I believe you Bella." she soothed, "But lets not do anything foolish, you are still in hiding and my son is still lucky to be out of prison."

Bella nodded, she could still remember how Draco joined with his father in the ministry and became a Grindelwald supporter.

"So you said Rose was there, how is she?"

Bella shrugged, "She's fine, she's mostly been sleeping but Ginny's been keeping her relaxed."

The two shared a giggle, as they had both shared Ginny from time to time, sometimes even double teaming her.

"So..." Narcissa started in a quieter tone, "Harry... 'Visited' you?"

Bella nodded, "Oh Cissy, we didn't even really do but he had learned some new tricks, I can't wait for him to really use it on me,"

"Oh come on Bella, details!"

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Harry walked down the halls of Azkaban like a ghost, never making a sound as he walked. Numerous prisoners jumped out to him begging for freedom but he ignored them, passing them by like they didn't exist.

There was a reason he came here, and his shadow form couldn't get him to where he needed to go. Multiple runes and wards kept the place seal off and he would need a living breathing body to access them.

He reached the stairs and glided down them with catlike grace, deeper and deeper into the darkness where torches lit up as he neared. Soon the air grew stale and the coolness was replaced with a humid warmth, probably because of how deep the place was underground.

Reaching the bottom, tendrils of shadow ripped the wooden door from its frame and set it aside.

He walked in silently and felt the tell tale signs of cooling charms coming from a small room, obviously the guard station. He opened the door only to find it void of any guards so he turned and continued his trek only to hear the sounds of a struggle.

"Bitch I've been waiting forever to get you alone," he heard a man say as he neared, followed by the sound of ripping cloth.

He turned the corner and passed by multiple empty cells before standing outside of the only occupied one.

Inside was a chubby man, holding his wand in one hand while standing over a woman tied up in a conjured rope with her clothing ripped off, exposing her nude pale body to the world to see.

He dropped his pants and grabbed the woman by the hair, pulling her up so that his dick was close to her face. "Suck it bitch," he ordered.

The woman didn't say anything or move to obey him, only resisting when he tried to push her face toward it.

Harry walked foreword as he slapped the woman to the ground and dropped to his knees, "Fine you stupid whore, I'll just fuck you dry,"

He pushed her thighs apart and she growled at him, "You have made a terrible mistake, only my master is allowed to use my body,"

Harry and the woman looked into each others eyes as he stood behind the rapist who chuckled, "I don't mind used goods,"

The rapist froze suddenly and gasped in pain, the woman watched emotionlessly as a spike tore through his heart, killing him quickly but painfully.

The body was thrown aside and the woman's ropes fell to the stone floor, the magic fading with the mans life.

"Master!" the woman greeted standing up and bowing, not caring for her nude state.

"Raven 1, I see your still alive,"

The woman nodded, she had aged well despite being locked away, she was still dirty looking a thin, but nothing a good bath and some food wouldn't fix.

"Yes master, but the others were killed as far as I know, some might still be alive but I am unsure,"

Harry nodded with a frown, "I see,"

"Would you like me to return to the base and rearm?"the Raven asked at his silence.

"The base is destroyed, the self-destruct was tripped some time ago, The explosion took out the support beams and left a creator in the middle of the forbidden forest." he told her while using the shadow tentacles to pick up the Azkaban guards cloak, which he had dropped by the door not too long ago.

He draped the long cloak over her, "Come on Raven, we're leaving this place."

They turned and climbed the stairs before reaching ground level. Once again, he ignored the crying prisoners and pulled Raven close, allowing them both to be engulfed in shadow before sinking into the shadow covered floor.

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The shadows in the halls of Bella's Manor rose up, but instead of falling back down they separated, allowing the woman to stumble and the man to fall flat on his face. The haze swirled and expanded again, taking the shape of Harry.

"I think i'm a be sick," the thin man said while gagging.

Harry shrugged, "You'll get over it,"

Raven looked around, her eyes almost recognizing the manor, "Is this?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, this is my hidden manor," he told them, "Raven, take Fenrir to a spare room and find Bellatrix, tell her that I need any supporters still loyal to me to be called to the old meeting grounds at riddle manor. Also, ask her to get you some clothes and a new wand, I should have some old spares laying around, since yours was snapped before you were sent to Azkaban."

Raven nodded and bowed, "At once sir,"

Harry watched as she grabbed the thin but tall man by the scraps of clothing he wore and pulled him down the hall, ignoring his sickly moan.

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Bellatrix couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl laying on the bed before her, she looked so pale, so thin, so... weak, she looked like a strong breeze would knock her down without any trouble at all. Rose was asleep, exhausted by Ginny's ministrations, which had only stopped not too long ago with Rose ordering Ginny to suck her nipples while touching her cunt.

She had walked in to see the two younger girls getting it on and had taken a seat next to the bed in a reading chair, watching the action with a smirk. When Rose demanded that her breasts needed some attention, she had thrown the sheets aside and revealed a long scar running directly between each breast, roughly a foot long. She hadn't heard the full story, but the girl had nearly died three years ago and the doctors at St. Mungos had to replace her heart, which was almost destroyed. For her to live long enough to have the surgery was astounding, her case was recorded in the medical books as a miracle of magical medicine.

Reaching down, she traced the scar with a finger and moaned lightly before looking down, "Ginny, what have I taught you?" she asked the little girl who looked up ar her, her tongue still poking out of her mouth as she had been kneeling between her master's mistresses legs.

Ginny shuffled on her knees, "Sorry mistress, it's just hard to reach you like this," she spoke in a near whimper.

Bella, understanding her pets dilemma rubbed the girls red hair, "Oh I'm sorry little girl," she spoke while scooting forward and spreading her legs wider, "How mean of me, here you go, do a good job and I'll reward you,"

Ginny nodded and returned to her work, her broken mind enjoying the act of lewd behavior and looking forward to the reward her mistress would give her.

A soft series of knocks came from the door.

"Come on in!" Bellatrix called with her eyes closed, expecting her sister to come by.

The door opened.

"Your earlier than usual," Bella spoke with a sigh as Ginny licked away at her lips, "Come on over and join us,"

"I'd rather not,"

Bella's eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice and in a flash, she had pushed Ginny down and aimed her wand at the intruder, only to blink as she recognized the woman, "Hey... your one of those Raven unit girls," spoke, mostly to herself.

Raven bowed, "Raven 1, former captain of the Raven unit and bodyguard to Field Marshal Harry. It is nice to see you again Commander Bellatrix,"

Bella looked that the woman, while making herself decent. The Ravens became notorious during Grindelwalds reign as being Harry's guards, If one approached you, you knew that Harry was the one who sent them and prayed that they weren't coming after you for breaking the law or were accused of being a rebel. Raven one was the most notable, back before her imprisonment she was both feared and lusted after by those that saw her, young men would ask her out only to be ignored. She was usually seen escorting Harry around, not that he needed to be escorted but he did to keep up appearances as the head of Special Operations.

"Master told me to find you, he said that you would get me some clothing," Raven stated, "Mine were ripped of when the guard tried to rape me."

Bella gaped at how easily she could talk about nearly being raped. She quickly summoned a house elf and ordered it to bring some clothing.

When it returned, Raven wordlessly accepted the bundle and pulled the Azkaban guard cloak off, exposing herself to the girls and shamelessly dressing in front of them. Pulling on a thong that belonged to Bellatrix as well as a matching bra, which pressed her breasts together as they were slightly larger than their owners. Then she threw on some pants and a T shirt before slipping into a robe.

"Thank you Commander," Raven spoke after getting fully dressed, "Master also said that he had spare wands, one of which I could use."

Bella nodded and sent Wicker to fetch them. The 'spare' wands as Harry like to call them were special made wands that would work for nearly anyone, he use to use them in favor of risking his own wand out in combat, even she had to use one at one time. But using them was a risk, you couldn't put anti-summoning runes on them like other wands so if you ever got into a duel the other could easily summon it right out of your hand, they also degraded with use, the more powerful the spell the worse off it got.

The elf returned holding a polished wooden case, "Wicker finds Masters extra wands," he spoke while holding the case open for the woman.

They were all lined up side by side on the velvet cushion in one row. Each wand was smooth and polished, all measuring just a little over a foot long, There wasn't any variety, all were near exact copies, except for the pattern of the grain in the dark brown shaft.

Raven picked one at random and gave it a small wave, throwing bright green sparks into the air where they fizzled out.

Bellatrix watched the display until she finished, "Did Harry say anything else, is he still here?"

Raven looked at her, "I'm not sure if he is still present, but Master did say to gather his supporters and have them meet at Riddle manor, in the old meeting area."

Just then a house elf popped in, "Mistress, Master says that yous to bring Masters sister to meeting, that she must be woke for the meeting and that he would take care of the call,"

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Harry slowly sat down upon the old throne that Riddle once used. The torches that lined the wall cast long Ernie shadows along the ground. His connection his shadow powers strengthened to extreme levels, much stronger than his former connection to lightning had ever been.

Raising his hand he watched as it darkened and formed into claws. He had sacrificed his elemental status for this, his control over electrical charges was, as of now shot to hell, the best he could do now was rub some fabric together and work up a small static charge. But it wasn't the end of the world, He had control over darkness and shadow, so if you were afraid of it before just think of what could be creeping in that dark corner or alleyway now.

Then he frowned, just like before his powers had there weaknesses, Fire elementals were weak against water, water was weak against lightning, and now he couldn't use his powers during the day, well he could but he needed some shadows and couldn't be in direct sunlight to use them, kind of like a vampire. But unlike the bloodsuckers, sunlight wasn't poisonous to him, any bright light could weaken him but wouldn't kill him.

He chuckled out of nowhere, at first he wanted Bella to quietly send the call for the loyal remnants to return, But now he had a better idea, not long after the Deatheaters pledged loyalty, they, as in Grindelwald and him, had the converts marked, branded with the symbol of their new loyalty. Much like Riddle's mark they could be used to call the branded, much like a muggle pager... just one that would pulse out of nowhere and feel like you tried to carry a bubbling cauldron by the bottom with your forearm. It usually wouldn't hurt too bad, just enough to catch your attention, but in times of... anger, the person your calling could be standing on the floor one minute then rolling round the next.

Harry closed his eyes with a wide smirk and leaned back.

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"AHHHH!"

All over the United Kingdom, both the muggle and magical parts, people dropped to their knees while holding their arms in pain. The all ripped the fabric off their arms and looked down in shock. In their forearms black markings slowly took the shape of a sword under a coat of arms, depicting a dragon with the words 'For the Greater Good' written around it in latin.

In Azkaban, those that Harry hadn't busted out started screaming that 'HE' was back as was the rebuild Knockturn ally.

But in Hogwart, the only man that Harry had ever let live dropped to his knees, letting a vial of blue liquid shatter on the stone while he screamed in pain just before passing out.

The whole castle heard the cry and soon the door to his potions lab was thrown open.

"Severus!" a combination of people yelled in shock.

A particularly old man with tacky blue robes, half-moon glasses, and a long white beard walked in and saw the blood pooling around his potions masters arm. The school nurse lifted it to check and they all gasped. There was a mark that none would forget, one that would live on in the nightmares of the world.

Dumbledore felt his old heart sink as the mark on Snapes arm bled, like someone had carved the mark into his arm with a knife.

"He's back... Oh dear no..."

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Poking at her food with a fork, Lily sighed and reflected back on how badly her life had turned out. At first she was happy as could be, single and free to mingle, then she found out that she was a witch and was sent to Hogwarts where she met James. After a few years of flirting they officially became Boyfriend and Girlfriend then a few years after graduating they married each other and had children, a handsome boy that they named after James' father Harold Ivan Potter, and a cute little girl that they decided to name Rose, giving her a name like her mother.

The first year was wonderful, Harry and Rose were the best children in the world, They hardly cried, played together all the time, ate the same things. Life was perfect...

Then everything fell apart, Voldemort attacked while they were out, killing the baby-sitter and nearly killing the twins, but something happened and he was thought to be destroyed, leaving nothing but a pile of ash in the middle of the floor. Dumbledore revealed that Rose was the chosen one, the child of prophecy and then... the happy Potter family was split. They started spoiling Rose and holding her in higher regards than Harry, buying twice as many toys and gifts for her than him until the point where they hardly bought him anything. Then by the time Rose was walking around, Harry was strolling around alone and reading books in the library without any help... at least that's what the house elves had told her.

Remus, the man who they asked to be his godfather would come every year with a birthday card and sometimes a book or two for Harry to read, When asked why he bought books she learned from him that Harry didn't like playing with toys, a far cry from Rose who had been showered with them and loved every minute of it.

Then Harry disappeared and she had to answer her questions of, 'Where's Harry?' or 'When's Harry coming home?'nearly every night. It seemed like Rose knew more about Harry than she did.

Years passed and Rose was soon going to Hogwarts. She had never forgotten her slightly older brother and would carry a small picture with her in her trunk, something that she had found one day when cleaning out her trunk. Rose wasn't home and James was at work, so she cried her heart out that day and wallowed in self-pity until they returned.

Then Severus came in with that heart stopping news, he had found Harry... but he was Voldemort's second in command. The stories he told them felt like a knife stabbing away at her heart, Harry was evil... sadistic... cruel. At first she refused to believe it, he had to be under some form of mind control. But nothing she found could prove it. Even as the evidence proving that he was under no outside influence mounted, she continued to look for answers and proof.

Then she lost Rose. Rose had run off to save Sirius but fell into her brothers trap and by the time they arrived to save her, Harry had already sent his sister off along with two of her school mates and had been waiting. He shot James multiple times with a laugh and dodged every spell they shot at him before escaping. Not long after that he blew the manor up and nearly killed Sirius, putting not only James in St. Mungos but Sirius too.

Then the days past and the world around them seemed to crumble, Voldemort became active, raids were conducted on a regular basis. The ministry tried to combat them but for every one deatheater taken down three innocent lives were taken. Not long after that they were shocked to silence once again, Voldemort was revealed to be a halfblood. Voldemort lost all pureblood support and then led a daring raid on the ministry to show that he was the strongest.

But no matter how strong you are, theirs always someone stronger. Voldemort nearly seceded but was betrayed by Harry, who had been working for Grindelwald for years. Voldemort was then disarmed and killed by Grindelwald when he showed up before the man took over the ministry.

She later learned from Kingsley that Harry had been Grindelwalds heir somehow as well as the horrible news that Tonks and Remus were missing and suspected to be dead. As they had witnessed Remus get shot in the chest by one of the Ravens the Harry commanded.

Life under the iron fist of Grindelwald wasn't as bad as she had thought, sure they were now watched like a convicts now that the Order had been declared enemies of the state but it could've been worse. Dumbledore had been on the run and in hiding since people were looking for him everywhere. She had heard some guys in the muggle world talking about how they'd love to find him so that they could beat him to death. Seeing as the ministry had sent information to the muggle news that he was a child molester.

But unlike him she was able to go into Diagon, even though some people suspected her of being a terrorist they never hassled her. Molly and Arthur, who had been released from prison for some reason, saying that someone proved that he had been framed, however had it rough, Molly was a diehard Dumbledore supporter and had gotten in trouble for continuing to support him, especially when she knew that the person who kidnapped her child was now working for the new Minster, using that anger to fuel it.

But after she was taken and grilled for information by Grindelwald interrogators, some who were rumored to have learned from Harry himself, she quietly backed out of any possible arguments about Dumbledore innocence and never spoke of it in public again.

Soon a year passed and she was beginning to lose hope that she'd ever see Rose again, she had sent multiple letters to the Head of Special Ops. the department that Harry ran asking to see him or Rose to talk. She never got any replies. Then the letters got desperate, begging to see them.

This time she got a single reply.

It wasn't even a letter, hell it wouldn't pass as a note, just a small card with a date and time with the words, 'Come alone,' and 'Wear a dress'.

She did as instructed and arrived at the address dressed in a red cocktail dress. Walking in she felt the muggle repelling charms wash over her and instantly knew that this was a magical club of some kind. But she never got inside.

Before she knew it a bag fell over her head and her body froze, she had been captured. When she was able to move and felt the bag get removed, she found herself seated in a empty restraint across from Harry who looked less than pleased.

Most of that night was a blur, but she clearly remembered the horrible sin she committed. She had given herself to him, allowing him to use her anyway he wished. It was so embarrassing and horrifying, not only did he make her suck him off while sitting at the table before taking her on said table but... she loved it.

They had sex that whole night and when she woke up, she was back in her bed in the rebuild Potter manor. At first she thought it was just a dream but the stickiness between her legs and the dried stains on her dress told another story.

She felt so cheap and used, Harry had used her and dumped her off at the house and she still hadn't got so much as a word from Rose. Then, after taking a long hot bath and scrubbing herself red she found it. After getting out of the tub she laid back on the bed and began to cry but felt something under her pillow, it was a letter from Rose.

To be continued...

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