The Renegade

The Renegade

Prologue

The tall, hooded figure seemed to be the very epitome of darkness as it moved like an unseen shadow across the chamber. Yet its very presence made the other dementors shiver in anticipation and perhaps even fear, the same fear that they themselves plunged into the hearts of the living. The Dark Lord sat on his throne, awaiting the 9 foot wraith, the King of Dementors to come forward and pledge his allegiance to his cause. Where the Dementor King stood, an aura of unimaginable evil surrounded it, radiating from its very core. However, the effect paled in comparison to the presence of the Dark Lord Voldemort. His essence and every fibre of his being seemed to pulsate with an unspeakable terror and darkness.

"We are yours to command and we pledge loyalty to the future ruler of the world and our Dark Lord" spoke the Dementor King, his very words chilling the air around him.

"Very well... soon our armies will march upon the world and you and your people will get to feast as on many souls as you wish to and as a welcoming gift into my ranks, I offer you this town off the east coast, merely a few miles away. Venture there and leave none alive" hissed Voldemort, his blood red eyes glowing mercilessly.

Maniacal laughter filled the night sky as thousands upon thousands of Dementors took off into the darkness led by their King, ready to sweep down and feast upon the souls of the innocent and helpless like the Black Plague.

A young man with intense green eyes and a shock of black hair lay down on his bed, hoping for sleep to come and claim him. Harry James Potter turned over on his side and stared vacantly at a spot of dirt his Aunt Petunia had missed on the wall, pondering over the events that occurred at the Ministry of Magic only less than a week ago.

"If only I had not rushed in like an idiot, perhaps Sirius would still be alive right now," thought Harry his heart wrenching in agony of guilt and despair. He had lost the closest thing to a father figure and only felt he had himself to blame for the situation, even though his friends did not feel that way. Looking guiltily at the pile of ever growing unopened letters from his close friends, Harry realized that he really needed to get away from everything for awhile.

He stood up, changed into a pair of shorts and a ratty old t-shirt of Dudley's hand-me-downs, and proceeded downstairs, careful to avoid the second last step on the stairs as it creaked very loudly. "A little too loudly for it to be even normal at times," Harry thought as he put on a pair of oversized trainers that looked as if they belonged to a walrus.

Harry then sneaked out the back door so as not to alert Mrs. Figg's shabby looking cats. Warming up, Harry smirked to himself as he heard a dustbin topple over followed by a few choice words in the voice of Tonks, who was on guard duty for the Order of the Phoenix this morning. Restraining from rolling his eyes, he grinned to himself as he prepared to make Tonks work for her job and started off at a full blown sprint from the garden, which continued till he slowed down to a considerable pace for the next five kilometers or so.

"Give me a break will you Harry?" came the panting voice of Auror Tonks who had taken to shadowing Harry's every move when he was out of the house.

"I don't really recall asking to be followed do I?" laughed Harry as he came to a gradual stop at the park.

Removing her invisibility charm, she glowered at Harry for a moment, with her hands on her hips, before realizing that it would not work and started to laugh at him. Harry joined in and very soon people were passing them muttering about lunatics even during the day and how young people these days were. This was all unnoticed by a young woman with pink bubble gum hair as well as a young boy, with glasses perched precariously on his nose.