Blood Bound
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K. Rowling. I only own the OCs.
A/N: So I had this idea come to me and wanted to test it out. The theory of Harry Potter not being called and another taking his place.
Summary: What if Harry Potter's name wasn't called in the Goblet of Fire? With Dumbledore taking precaution in the young wizard's safety, Voldemort must come with a solution. So who is the Girl whose name was called from the Salem Institute and why does she hold a scar similar to Harry's own?
Prologue
Bridgette's POV
Mom was arguing. She was raising her voice at the person across the room. It was another man, not Dad, as he stood there armed out aiming his wand. I've never met this person before. He was scary, wearing a black robe with a strange mask. One that look like a monster of a skeleton. I quiver in a closet where Mom told me to stay in there and not make a sound.
I was shaking while keeping a hand over my mouth. Through the lone crack of the door did I witness the fight between Mom and the monster?
"I will not join the Dark Lord! I am no longer part of the British Empire." Mom said. "So leave before I hex you."
"You would abandon a dear friend, Edith?" The monster said.
"We are no friends, never been." Mom sneered.
"Doesn't matter, Lord Voldemort want you and your blood." The monster said.
"I would rather die than let my blood be polluted by him." Mom shouted raising her wand about to cast a spell.
However the monster raised his shouting, "Crucio!"
Mom collapsed on the ground in pain. She turned to her side trying to suppress a scream with her hand. Trying not to give the satisfaction the monster wanted. Yet the monster leaned in making the curse work, which resulted her screaming out in pain. I covered my ears to silence the screams, cowering in a corner, wanting my Dad to save us.
"Just come with us, and we will spare your husband and child." The monster said. "Or would you rather we take your daughter instead."
"Fuck you!" Mom screamed.
"You wish," the monster chuckled.
Mom cried out as she turned to lie on her stomach facing the closet. Her eyes on me, even though her face expressed pain, her eyes said love and fear. Last time she held those eyes was when Dad got in an accident that leaded us to a hospital.
"So, what will it be, love?" the monster asked, lifting the spell.
Mom panted as she took several breaths trying to recover. She looked in my direction one more time before turning around, "Ava-"
"Avada Kedavra!" The monster shouted. A burst of green light shot out of his wand and consumed my mom. The last thing I hear was a gasp then silence. I stared at my mom seeing she was not moving. Her form stiffed as she laid there.
"Mommy?" I mumbled.
The monster lifted his wand doing a hand motion causing the door of the closet to open. I gasped cowering in a corner. He came over, grabbing my arm and yanking me up. It hurt, feeling him hold tight like a snake.
"You'll do," he said.
"Mommy!" I cried.
The monster leaned down to my level and glared. His eyes were practically black. As if there was no soul in him, "Mommy's sleeping."
I cried, calling for my mom. I couldn't see her, wondering why she wasn't waking up. I want her to wake up so the monster won't get me. Sadly she didn't and the monster grabbed me around the waist as he lifted me up. I desperately tried to get out, except his hold was stronger. The monster made his way to the fireplace, dipping his hand in the floo powder.
Suddenly the door burst open where a man whose face was covered in scars and his lone eye replaced with a glass blue one entered. His wand was at the ready pointing at the monster. The monster reacted, tossing the floo powder and grabbed his wand, aiming it at me, shoving it against my throat.
"Put the girl down," The man growled.
The monster vibrated. He raised his wand and chanted, "Avada Kedavra!"
A burst of green light came out follow by a burning sensation, I cried out, as the monster tossed me aside. What happened afterwards, I do not know, only there was chaos. The next thing that happened afterwards, was the scarred man, came over and lifted me up while the monster was gone. When he saw me, his lone eye widen in disbelief. I cried lifting my arm to find it covered in blood while the bracelet I wore glowed.
The stranger marbled eyes examined the injury. He grabbed it roughly, and then picked me up.
"My mommy?" I cried. "She's hurt!"
The stranger looked over me to stare at my Mom. His face felled then stared at me. "Focus on me."
"But my Mommy?" I cried.
The stranger picked me up not saying anything. As he turned for the door, I got a look at my mom and gasped. She lay on the carpet spread out, as her wand remained in her relaxed hand. Her face was staring at the ceiling, her blue eyes lost in. Those blue eyes filled with life were now empty.
"Mommy?" I shouted, trying to wake her up. "Mommy!"
Yet she did not wake up.
And never again will she ever will.
So what do you all think?
Can you guess who the stranger was?
Leave your reviews and let me know and I shall continue.
