Author's Note: Hello and welcome to "Harry Potter and the Red Dawn"...this is my sequel to "Harry Potter and the Infinity Pendant"...for those who haven't read it yet, you might want to in order to understand some of what is going on in this story...yes, it's been awhile and so i bring you a brand new tale to tell...this is still a work in progress, so updates may be few and far between...Read, Review, & Enjoy!


He couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, thrashing about in a half-asleep daze. Each time he closed his eyes, he was forced to relive each agonizing moment of what happened that day. The death of his mentor. Feeling his own body wracked with pain from torture. Being forced to watch helplessly as his best friend for the last six years died in front of him. Witnessing the mental and emotional breakdown of another of his friends. It became all too much to bear and he violently twitched, forcing himself to awake from this awful nightmare.

"Voldemort!" he shouted out in his sleep, "Voldemort!"

"Harry, wake up!" a voice rang out.

He was shook awake and came face to face with red-haired best friend. "Are you alright?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded and sat up, running a hand through his hair. Harry Potter, the famous boy-who-lived, hadn't had a good night's sleep in months.

"Had a bad dream," Harry said.

"I'll say," Ron remarked, "I wouldn't be surprised if you woke up the whole house. Those nightmares of yours are getting worse."

"And they're keeping me from sleeping," Harry said, "I can't get more than a few hours."

"Well best try to get some sleep," Ron said, "You need to be rested up."

"Why?" Harry asked, "What are we doing today?"

"The concert's today," Ron said, "Remember? The tickets Hermione got from Jason?"

"Oh yeah," Harry said, "I almost forgot."

"Hermione would kill you if you forgot," Ron chuckled as he left the room.

Harry stretched out and laid back down on his bed. He glanced at his bedside clock. Midnight. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

"I'll be damned if I try to sleep again," Harry thought.

Harry threw on his robe and walked downstairs. As he walked into the living room, he could see Hermione sitting at the dinner table, a glass of milk in her hand.

"Something wrong, 'Mione?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head, not looking at Harry. "No," she said, "I couldn't sleep after your screaming fit, so I came down here for a glass of milk and found a letter from Jason."

Harry walked over to Hermione and glanced over her shoulder, reading the letter Jason had written her:

Dearest Hermione,

How's your summer? Hope it's been a fun one. I've been enjoying mine. My band and I have been playing gigs around the area and we even made it into a battle of the bands competition. Not a day goes by, though, when I don't wish you were here. Hope you got the tickets I sent you. Alice and I can't wait to see you all again. Until then, my love, I'll be thinking of you.

Love, Jason

Hermione folded the letter back up and kept it close to her. Harry smiled and walked into the kitchen, looking for something to drink.

"Excited to see him again?" Harry asked.

"You could say that," Hermione replied, "I have missed him greatly and it'll be wonderful to finally get to see him again. I've been going mad all summer not being able to see him."

"You're not gonna jump on him and start shagging him the first moment you see him, are you?" Harry asked.

Hermione nearly fell out of her chair upon hearing that question. In truth, that was Hemione's plan since Jason had left for America at the end of the school year. But, she wasn't going to admit that to anyone, least of all Harry. After regaining her composure, Hermione glared at Harry.

"That is none of your business," Hermione said, "Besides, with as much as you miss Cho, it's very Pot-Calling-Kettle-Black of you to ask me that."

Harry turned red. Hermione was right. "You make a valid point," he said, pouring himself a glass of milk.

"Oh who am I kidding?" Hermione asked, "I fully intend on shagging him as soon as I see him."

Harry had just taken a big gulp of his milk when Hermione had made her comment. Upon hearing her, Harry choked on his milk and nearly fell over. Hermione saw this and laughed.

"I thought that would get you," Hermione said.

Harry said nothing further and sat down on the opposite end of the table from Hermione. "I heard Ginny's mad at Draco," he said.

Hermione nodded. "She is," she said, "Draco was supposed to visit for Bill and Fleur's wedding, at Ginny's request. Well, I guess the other day, he wrote Ginny and told her something had come up and he wouldn't be able to make it."

"So why's Ginny mad?" Harry asked, "It sounds like he had to cancel against his will."

"Ginny doesn't seem to think so," Hermione said, "She thinks Draco is afraid to be surrounded by more of her brothers. She thinks Draco is concerned for his well being."

"Well, you have to admit, Draco's concerns aren't without merit," Harry said, "After all, he is a Malfoy, and he is intending on marrying Ginny, the only girl among the Weasley siblings."

"It's for that reason that Draco should just brave the storm and show up," Hermione said.

In another hour, the rest of the house was waking up. Fred and George bounded down the steps and walked into the living room. Along the way, they both saw Harry, still drinking his milk.

"Well, if it isn't Harry the scream king," Fred said jokingly.

"Having nightmares, are we?" George asked.

"Oh go bugger off," Harry said.

Fred and George bounded into the kitchen as Ron came downstairs. "Harry, I told you to get some sleep," he said.

"I'm fine, Ron," Harry said, "I didn't need anymore sleep."

"Hermione will kill you if you fall asleep tonight," Ron said.

"Oh come off it, Ron," Hermione said, "I'm not that bad."

Charlie and Percy were the next two down. "Morning, Harry," Percy said, "Feeling better this morning?"

Harry nodded. "Now that I'm awake I am," he said.

"You should get that checked out," Charlie said, "A sleeping disorder is one thing, but to be caused by recurring nightmares, that's something more."

"I'll get checked out after the wedding," Harry said, "If it's something serious, I'd rather not know and in some way ruin the mood of the wedding."

Almost on cue, Bill walked in from the garden. "Trust me, Harry," he said, "You're as much a part of this family as the rest of us and we'd all sleep a little better if we knew you were okay."

"That means a lot, Bill," Harry said, "Thanks."

Bill ruffled Harry's hair and walked into the kitchen and began quietly speaking with his brothers.

"What do you suppose they're talking about?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure," Harry said, "But it probably has something to do with Bill's wedding."

Ginny walked downstairs, looking extremely upset. "Morning, Ginny," Harry said. Ginny didn't reply.

"The concert is at two o' clock this afternoon," Hermione said.

"I'm not going," Ginny said. Each of her brothers froze in their tracks, shocked by Ginny's words.

"Why not?" Ron asked.

"I just don't feel like going anymore," Ginny said.

"Ginny, does this have anything to do with Draco?" Bill asked. Ginny didn't answer. "Ginny, if what you told us about Draco is true," Bill began, "Then I doubt he'd cancel just because he was scared."

"I just don't understand why he can't tell me why he can't show up," Ginny said.

"Tell you what, Ginny," Charlie said, "Go to the concert with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. If you're still mad when you come home, we'll track down Draco and get an answer."

Ginny nodded and hugged Bill and Charlie. "I'm going upstairs to get ready," Ginny said.

In an instant, she bounded up the steps and was gone from sight. Each of the Weasley brothers exchanged relieved looks.

"Go on then, you three," Percy said.

"Yeah you all need to get ready, too," George said.

"Don't wanna look like rubbish for Hermione's boyfriend," Fred added jokingly.

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked upstairs, followed by Ron and Hermione.


Harry and Ron were upstairs, changing. "Ron is there something you want to tell me?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"When Ginny said she wasn't going, you and your brothers looked as if you were going to have a panic attack," Harry said.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you," Ron said, "You might ruin the surprise."

"What surprise?" Harry asked.

"I can't tell you," Ron said, "All I can say is me and the fellas put together a surprise for Ginny. But that's all I can say. I've been charmed to secrecy."

Harry shrugged and continued changing. "Nervous about seeing Alice?" he asked.

"Very," Ron said, "I've never been this nervous about seeing a girlfriend before."

"Ron, you've never had a girlfriend before," Harry said.

"Valid point," Ron said.


"So did Jason tell you what the tickets were to?" Ginny asked, reaching for a sweater.

"Just that it was a concert," Hermione said, "It would be his first night back in England and he wanted to spend the evening with us at a concert."

"Are they coming here?" Ginny asked.

"No," Hermione said, "They're meeting us at the venue. All we have to do when we get to the entrance is give them the tickets and ask for Alice."

As Hermione was adjusting her skirt, she saw Ginny staring out the window. "I know you miss him," Hermione said, "And I know that's why you're upset."

"Maybe I'm getting upset for nothing," Ginny said.


After another hour, the four of them were ready to go. As they walked out the door, they were greeted by a man in a black suit standing next to a long limousine.

"My name is Jonas," he said, "And I will be your driver this evening."

"Driver?" Ginny asked.

"I've been hired to drive you to and from the venue and anywhere in between," Jonas said.

"We can't afford a driver," Ron said.

"Oh, no worries," Jonas said, "It's all been paid for."

"By whom?" Hermione asked.

"I've been instructed not to say," Jonas said, "Simply to guarantee that you are quite safe."

"Well," Harry said, "Beats piling into Mrs. Weasley's car."

Everyone agreed and climbed into the back of the limo. Jonas sat in his seat and drove off towards London.


When the limo stopped, the four looked out and saw a grand theater in front of them.

"The concert's here?" Ron asked.

They saw Jonas hop out of the car and walk to the back opening the door. "We've reached our destination," he said.

The four of them climbed out of the car and walked up to the entrance, where a muscular bouncer was sitting outside the door.

"Ticket," the bouncer said dryly.

Harry searched through his robes and his eyes widened. "I left them at home," he said.

"Oh bloody hell," Ron said.

"Harry, how could you forget?" Hermione asked.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, "We left the house in such a hurry, I must have left them on the table."

"Sorry, kids," the bouncer said, "But no ticket, no entrance."

"Is there anyway we could get inside?" Ginny asked, "We have tickets and we're expected."

"Expected?" the bouncer asked, "Are your names on the list?"

"Check for them," Harry said, "Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter."

The bouncer's head snapped back up. "Well I'll be," he said, "You are Harry Potter. I didn't recognize you, sir."

The bouncer quickly scanned the clipboard next to him. "Yup, here you are," he said, "Guests of Alice Saint."

The bouncer banged on the door. It opened up and another bouncer stepped out. "These four are the guests of Alice Saint," he said, "Please escort them to her."

The bouncer nodded and motioned for the four of them to follow him. They each walked through the door behind the second bouncer and followed him through the concert hall. A band was onstage, singing a song. There were young witches and wizards everywhere, enjoying the concert. Some were in the front, forming a mosh pit, and some were in the back by the bar, having a drink. The bouncer led them to an area surrounded by a golden rope.

"Ms. Saint is waiting for you," the bouncer said, undoing the rope so the four of them could walk through.

As they did, they saw Alice. Alice jumped up and ran to Ron, pulling him into a long kiss. "I missed you so much," she said.

"I missed you, too," Ron replied.

"Where's Jason?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, he's around here somewhere," Alice said, giving each of them hugs. She noticed the band onstage had finished their song and were saying their goodbyes. "The next band is coming up," Alice said, "Have a seat."

Everyone sat down as a man walked onstage. "That was The Secretions," he said, "Everybody give them another hand."

The crowd cheered loudly as the band waved good-bye and walked off stage. Another drum set was wheeled on stage, followed by a keyboard and two guitars, one electric and one bass.

"Our next act comes all the way from America," the man onstage said, "They are the North American Battle of the Bands winner. Please welcome Firestorm."

The crowd cheered as two people walked onstage. One of the men stood at the keyboard while the other picked up the bass guitar.

"I'm Thomas Daijogo," the bass player said, "This is Paul Heitman. We're half of Firestorm. Our drummer and guitarist are somewhere around here. We just don't know where."

As the crowd began to resonate with sounds of confusion, a loud roar silenced them all. A lion began walking through the crowd, carrying a cobra on its back, coiled to strike. The lion walked up to the guardrail and leapt onto stage. The cobra slithered off the lion and onto the seat of the drum set. The cobra transformed into Draco as the lion transformed into Jason. Hermione and Ginny were shocked.

"Draco?" Ginny exclaimed.

"Jason?" Hermione blurted out.

"Surprise," Alice said, "Jason and Draco wanted to surprise you tonight."

Jason picked up his guitar and positioned the microphone to his level. "I'm Jason Saint and this here is Draco Malfoy," he said, "You met Thomas and you met Paul. Together, we are Firestorm! So, Draco, let's cut the crap and get to it."

Draco nodded and, with a twirl of his sticks, began drumming out a beat. Jason and Thomas joined in with their guitars, followed by Paul on the keyboard. Jason stepped closer to the mic and in a gruff voice sang out:

Listen up here, I'll make it quite clear
I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear
Shake and bop, don't you stop
Dance like a maniac until you drop
I don't mind, I don't mind
I can run a razor right up your spine

What are you waiting for
What do you think you were created for
Show us you care, show us you dare
You don't know what happened, not if you weren't there

Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well

Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
Voodoo medicine, cast my spell

Born to raise hell

Born to raise hell
Play the guitar just like ringing a bell
Take it or leave it

Ginny was impressed. "I didn't know Draco could play drums," she said.

"Jason helped him learn," Alice said, "The original drummer broke his arm and Draco offered to be his replacement."

"So that's why he said something came up," Ginny said.

"We were going to tell you, but Draco asked us not to," Alice said, "Said he wanted to surprise you."

Going for broke, rock till you choke
It don't matter if you drink or smoke
Speak through the beat, get up on your feet
Sweating like a hound dog, white as a sheet
Don't you be scared, don't you be scared
Everybody terrified, no it don't seem fair

What are you waiting for
What do you think you were created for
Out of your seat, blind in the heat
Do the nasty boogie mama, stomp your feet

Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well
Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell

Go back to zero take a pill and get well
Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
Be a good soldier and die where you fell

Jason began strumming out the solo. Hermione watched him intently. He looked different. His untidy brown hair was spiked up, he had a spiked collar around his neck, and his t-shirt had no sleeves and they showed off his arms, which looked to have gotten a bit more muscular. She even noticed he was playing the guitar differently. Instead of playing it very calmly like she had seen him do countless time before, he was playing this guitar with a harder feel, crunching the chords with an intense look. It was a whole new Jason. To Hermione, he looked almost…savage. It excited her.

Stop

Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well

Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
Go on out and boogie 'cause you never can tell
Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
Be a good soldier and die where you fell
Born to raise hell
Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well

Jason and Thomas continued shredding on their guitars as Draco wailed away on the drums. They finally finished and were met with uproarious applause.

"Thank you," Jason said, "We're happy to be here tonight for you folks."

Harry was enjoying the concert when a feeling of dread swept over him. Harry's eyes moved from the stage and began scanning the crowd. His eyes rested on two figures and the hair on Harry's neck stood on end. There, in the crowd and watching the performance, were Lucious Malfoy and Voldemort.


A/N: So that's chapter 1...expect chapter 2 to be up next week at the earliest...the song was "Born To Raise Hell" by Motorhead