The Millennium's Curse

The Millennium's Curse

Prologue: Black Hair

He had black hair.

That was all he knew about himself, as he lay there in the middle of the street. He was forcing himself to forget who he was, and what he had just seen, but still the memory flashed into his head. He had walked in and found his mother laying on the floor, above her written the word he had grown up hating. Nothing was ever as it seemed to him. Not even his own life was what he had been told.

He had black hair.

He had awoken that morning ready to venture out into a new world, one his mother had been fearful of, but loved nonetheless. And then it was his turn, and as they left, there was an explosion of pain, anger, hate, and madness and all he knew was darkness.

He had black hair.

He made himself forget what he had known all of his life, and he made himself create another one. One where he was strong, one where he would protect the ones he loved. One where he would never have to go through this.

He had black hair.

And his eyes were ones the world had never seen before, and wasn't prepared for. They were golden to the deepest part, and they overfilled with hate and love, with vengeance and forgiveness, with dark and light, Good and Evil. For that's what he was.

Balance...

He had black hair.

Golden eyes.

And he was the deciding factor in the war of good and evil...

He could save the world he lived in,

Or let it die like it had let his mother.

The choice was his,

And it would take him years to decide, and either way,

He might not survive...

Firenze turned to the other tribe of centaurs from watching the stars and he sighed. "This is bad. Very bad. Or it is very good. All I know is, Balance will be lost on Millennium day. We can only pray that it will be lost for good and not evil."

And the day a centaur prays is the day the world has gone wrong. For that proves one thing. That whatever the end result of the battle,

It is not written in the stars

Meaning, in the end, if it tilts in the wrong direction,

The world will end.

We can only pray...

Pray for the continuation of the human race.

The Millennium's Curse

Chapter 1: Curses and Explanations

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"Are you really willing to die for her?" the red-eyed figure said as he stood before the raven-haired boy restrained to a chair before him. Even in the dark light the nod was evident, and you could feel the anger it brought about from the tall pale figure with the red eyes and the black cloak.

"I do not understand you. How can you be willing to die for her. You are so powerful, so strong. She is beneath you. Why?"

"Because I love her!" came the reply from the previously mute boy, his head still lowered.

"Love. Ha! What is you people's infatuation with this notion of love. Love is a weakness. Love will get you killed. I learned this lesson long ago, that all love is, is a human emotion that can get you hurt or killed. You know what? Fuck Love."

"Love getting my killed? Possibly. But not by you. And if so, bring it on. Love is no weakness, it is what makes you strong."

"No, correction, power makes you strong. Join me, you needn't die. We could rule this world together, and you could have all the 'love' you could stand." the dark-cloaked figure replied, a smirk slipping over his thin lips softly and quickly.

"I refuse to become evil for you!" was the reply and the tension in the room doubled ten-fold. The black-cloaked figure paced the room silently, as if contemplating something.

"Evil. There are no such things as good and evil. Nothing in this accursed planet we were all unfortunate enough to be born on is that clear-cut. There are just people who want power and are willing to do anything to get it, and people who want it, but will just sit back in the shadows and watch people obtain what they longed for and hate them for it."

With that, the black-haired boy sat up abruptly, which made his hair cover most of his face. The man in the dark cloak stepped forward and squatted from his tall height to become eye level with the seated figure.

"Join. Me." he voiced each word calmly as softly. However, this was not a question, but a command. Something that had to be said and had to be done.

"Fuck. You." came the reply.

"You will join me. That's how it will be. We are too alike to be fighting each other"

"No. It will be like this. You take your stupid ass 'good versus evil' speech and stick it up your ass. I will get up, escape from these ropes and walk out of here while you do that.

"You will leave me and I will leave you, and we will both remain alive. For now at least. You got that?" the dark figure looked shocked, and then was suddenly jolted by a head butt. He staggered back and the young man stood, stepped forward, squatted and jumped over his tied arms. He kicked the recovering figure and flung the door open to the dark room.

"And about being too much alike? I am nothing like you. I hate you. You are evil, and I will be the one to kill you, and you can mark my words." and with that he flung his head toward the door, clearing the dark hair from his face. The light hit his eyes and reflected the color throughout the room. It was a blinding color, a gold like no other.

With that the figure ran out into the forest around the room, leaving the injured man on the floor, blood seeping from his forehead and sliding down his all too white face, blending his eyes in with the pallor of him.

He opened his mouth, anger coursing through him, and he spoke.

"He will die..."

Thousands of miles away, Harry Potter awoke, panting and clutching his forehead. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt, but had become a force of habit when waking in the middle of the night.

He thought about his dream, about the boy with the golden eyes, and the dark-cloaked man. He of course knew who that was, but the boy with the gold eyes he knew not of. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" kept popping into his head.

Suddenly he remembered the talk about power. Arguably one of the strongest wizards of all times had just admitted to how powerful this kid was, and obviously felt a bit threatened by him. Harry knew this kid would be important to their fight.

Harry decided that he would have to tell Dumbledore about this, and if not him, he would have to hunt the man down himself. However, he would never get a chance to tell his former headmaster as sleep came to regain him and the dream slipped from his head. Strangely, Harry would meet up with that young man with the gold eyes sooner than he thought...

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On the eve of new years day, 1998, Harry Potter awoke groggily from his bed and rose to his feet. As soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt incredibly good. He came to realize that it had then been months since Voldemort had been heard from. Actually since his last Hogwarts Quidditch match.

The Dark Lord had shown and attacked people, only for Dumbledore to send a brilliant banishing charm at the evil wizard, which was accompanied by a full-body bind by Professor McGonagall. So the Dark Lord lied there, many feet away upside down in a tree, frozen in place shouting for his followers to get him down. It was a memory that made Harry smile.

However, had he remembered the dream he had last night, things would have been different. Instead of lying back and reveling in the happiness and peace of his life, he would be contemplating the boy he saw in his dream. However, he wasn't as he remembered not of the dream.

He was shocked from this thought as there was a soft tapping on the outside of his doorway. Harry grunted his approval of entry and in the door stood Hermione. She smiled gracefully at him and he nodded to her before they both headed downstairs.

However, as soon as Harry made it, he clambered back up and got dressed from his PJ's and then returned downstairs. That was all he needed, to show up for work at his new job in a t-shirt and some white sweatpants which were Harry's pajamas.

Harry, Hermione and Ron had all bought a flat after they graduated Hogwarts. Hermione was soon in training to become the next Hogwarts student-turned-teacher, while Ron was going through Quidditch training. Harry, however, was going through training of his own. During the day he worked through his Auror training, while at night he worked through graveyard-shift manager training at a local electronic store in the muggle village nearby. No one showed up during his shift but a few lingering Christmas returns, catching right before the 30 day limit. This gave him time to himself, and let him become immersed in a world were no one knew who he was.

So as Harry walked toward the fireplace of the nicely furnished flat, he was shocked to see a green fire light before him and their once headmaster and now Minister of Magic Albus Dumbledore step out of the aforementioned fireplace. "Hello Harry, Hermione." he said calmly with a curt nod and then began to speak.

"Look Harry. There are believed to be many, many prophecies about major events. There were many around Voldemort's rise, his defeat by you, and even more about his return to power." Harry grimaced at the memory of Cedric's dead weight upon him. "And this upcoming year, at the turn of the millennia..." Harry cut Dumbledore off.

"Let me guess. There are many about Voldemort and I meeting up?" Harry said confidently. Immediately Minister Dumbledore proceeded to burst his bubble.

"No Harry. That's just it. There are no prophecies. Not a one. Not even the centaurs can see anything in the stars. For it seems that they all believe that the end of the world is coming. Which is why I am here. There may be no prophecies about this, but there is an old saying. 'There will forever be balance.' This means that, no matter how strong the Dark Lord and his forces are, the Light forces will match in power to that.

"However, there is a curse that only can be used at the exact turn of the millennia that can tip that balance a bit, for it can grant a burst of incredible power to its bearer, but only if, in the given time, it completes its ultimate goal."

"So you are saying that I have to just get this curse, learn to use it, say it at 12 and kill Voldemort. That seems easy." Harry said.

"No Harry. It is, by far not even that simple. You see, that is why I have come to you a year before the time is. For, you see, this curse was hidden for fear of its power. Also, special magical items must be used to use it as well. One actually. However, we know not of what it is. All we know is that we will have to find it before time is up." Dumbledore looked grimly, but expectantly at Harry.

"I'll do it." Harry said easily and straight-faced.

"So will I." Hermione said as well, and Dumbeldore's face brightened up considerably.

"Propose the idea to your roommate, Mr. Weasley, and if I know you three well enough, he will agree as well. I would also like to ask young Ms. Weasley as well. She is great with charms and has a wonderful fire in her I haven't seen since..." he didn't finish but Harry knew the next word that would have left his mouth. Lily. Harry nodded, but Hermione looked shocked.

"But Ginny, she's still in school!"

"Yes Ms. Granger, I am aware of that. However, under the circumstances, I do believe that she can be excused from her final year at Hogwarts, the fate of the world resting on it and all." Dumbledore replied smiling. "Also, if the two Weasleys do decide to go, and even if not, I have someone else, but you will not meet him until you are seen off. Decided quickly, for I will be expecting an answer by midnight tonight for your departure tomorrow. You needn't bring anything outside of your wand, everything else will be provided. Also, Harry, your cloak and broom might be a wonderful asset. Feel free to bring muggle things to keep you company, for, starting tomorrow evening, you will be deep in muggle culture."

And with that he flooed away from them. Immediately they rushed around, grabbing onto anything that could be used as a way of communication, and long forgotten was the thought of work. They had a world to save.

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Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny stood in Professor Dumbledore's office. It was beautifully furnished and decorated in true Gryffindor colors, as was prohibited at Hogwarts at it was considered showing "favoritism." Fawkes still stood perched on its solid gold perch, looking beautifully cheerful. Harry walked over to the phoenix and as soon as he was about to touch it, Dumbledore walked in. He smiled curtly at the four of them and then he pushed a small red button on his desk. With that, he sat calmly and fully explained to Ron and Ginny. Then he addressed the entire group.

"You will have another member added to your group. He is a 7^th year along with Ms. Weasley, but I very much doubt any of you have spoken to him much. He is incredibly smart, and were it not for Hogwarts rules, he would have graduated 2 years ago. However, I, along with the rest of the teachers, have not made this public knowledge, because if anyone were to find out, he would be first in line for Death Eater initiations. And that's exactly what we don't need."

There was a knock and Dumbledore said come in, and before them stepped the person they had been talking about.

"I give to you Takeda Lee."

(A/N: No Takeda Lee is not a self insert, for there is no Takeda Lee. The penname was based on my usage of this character. Thanks all who decided to review.

Also, the part at the beginning of the chapter is very important. If you haven't figured out who the figure in the cloak was, read the 4^th book and the description of Voldemort. More answers will get questions and vice versa as the story continues. Review please. Thanks!) The Millennium's Curse

Chapter 2: Mudblood

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There was a knock and Dumbledore said come in, and before them stepped the person they had been talking about.

"I give to you Takeda Lee."

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The entire group spun around to look at the figure as he came into the room. However, they aw not the person they thought it to be, for before them stood Draco Malfoy.

"Well hello you sorry excuses for wizards." the once-slytherin said to them. He then addressed each of them.

"Potter, Weasel, little Weasel, Mudblood." suddenly his bdoy spun 360 degrees and was pressed against a wall. However, this wasn't done by himself, nor a spell, for there stood a black-haired figure holding Draco Malfoy by his neck against the wall.

They couldn't see anymore about him besides his hair and that he was wearing a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots.

His attire was not the kind usually worn in the Wizarding world, and there wasn't a sign of a wand anywhere on him. Also, it seemed as though he had just appeared there and grabbed Draco.

They were all distracted from looking at him as they heard Draco Malfoy gasp in suffocation. The black-haired boy's fingers were pressing the blonde's neck against the wall, and Draco looked struggling to breathe. The boy then spoke in a voice that Harry remembered from somewhere.

"Take it back." was all he said, anger edging in his voice, but held back enough for him to sound on the agitated side of calm.

"No."

"Now!" and Draco cringed in shock. The boy had loosened his grip on the boy's neck for him to talk, but with this outburst of defiance, his grip tightened again. Suddenly Draco's feet left the floor and dangled a good 6 inches above it as the black-haired boy lifted him from the ground by his neck. This was very interesting considering Draco was about 6' 4", while the boy who held him was leaning toward barely crossing the 6 foot line.

"Take. It Back." were the words once more. They all looked to Draco, who had fear running through him.

"I'm sorry." came his lame excuse for an apology.

"To her!" the boy said, pointing to Hermione.

"I'm sorry Granger."

"Will you ever do it again?"

"No." came Draco's quick reply, still laced with fear.

"A wizard's word is bond. And if I ever hear you say it again, you die. Painfully. Cause in case you haven't realized, I could snap your neck like a twig."

And with that the boy released Draco and the taller boy fell to the ground. He struggled to stand, holding his hand to his neck as if to protect it. He shot them a dark look and he tossed a small brown box to Dumbledore before he turned to leave.

"My father will hear of this."

"I hope he does. I'll be waiting." the dark-haired boy said with a small laugh and then he spun around. Everyone looked at him, observing the person who had just humiliated Draco Malfoy.

Suddenly Hermione ran forward and flung her arms around him, thanking him, but the stepped back, looking a bit embarrassed.

Ron eyed her and then spoke. "Why?" he asked.

"Why what?" he asked, his hair covered in part of his face, and sunglasses blocking his eyes from view.

"Why did you do it? Stand up for her I mean."

"Its not a good thing to call anyone period, and I have another reason for despising that word.

"My mother and father were both muggle-born. They were still in school when Voldemort rose, therefore, they had to live through a lot of persecution.

"They married secretly and I was born 11 days after he fell. However, 11 days before, right before he fell, he raided my parents house. He killed my father, but my mother had gone into hiding. She had me, and soon after we journeyed to my grandmother's who was a muggle. We lived there for the first 10 years of my life.

"The day I was supposed to head to Hogwarts, we were leaving and the house was attacked. Don't ask me why. My mother panicked and told me to run, and run I did. I ran until my legs collapsed, but soon found that I had to go back. I returned home to find my grandmother dead and my mother bleeding to death.

"On the wall, written apparently in her blood read 'Death to all Mudbloods.' I cried for a long time after that until Dumbledore came and got me. I have been here for the past time in my life, leaving over summer vacation to live in America with my dad's sister, who happened to have been muggle-born as well, but left the country as soon as she graduated."

And with that he stood from the place on the floor he had sat to recount the story. Hermione sat crying silently, and Ginny's eyes were puffy and her face looking as though it would break out in tears soon. Ron looked between mad, confused and depressed, while Harry was at a loss for words.

The boy took off his sunglasses and wiped his eyes, and then folded the glasses up and put them in the pocket of his black leather jacket.

He looked over to them and all of them fell silent upon looking at his eyes and Harry gasped in realization. They shone as if they were another soft source of light, a nice dim calming aura came from them. And the color, the color was shocking. His eyes shown in a color none of them had been expecting.

His eye shown bright gold.

(A/N: Ha. There you have it. Now the action really picks up, and the chapters will start to get longer. There will be a look into what Draco brought in and tossed to Dumbledore.

Sorry to all ya'll who like Draco Malfoy. What just happened had to be done in order for the story to work out, and I will probably make it up to all of you later. Please review, thanks!)