This is a story Lady Ayami and I decided to co-write. Hope you all like it! It's slightly AU with some OC's.
Fear. That was the only thing Harry could feel besides the adrenaline rushing through his body. Those two sensations were the only things that kept him running. Running away from all that caused him misery. His aunt and her family, his friends, Hogwarts, the wizarding world, Voldemort. Everything in his life so far had caused him pain. Nothing good ever lasted as he had learned this past year. Not only had Voldemort come back, eager to kill him, and killed someone that could've been considered a friend, but no one except Dumbledore and a select few people believed him. His friends weren't responding to any of his owls, and when he finally had someone that could take him away from his relatives…
Harry stopped and shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and looked about the street he was currently on. Nobody was about at this hour, and therefore, not a single person knew or cared where he was or where he was going. Running away may seem like an overreaction, especially with the constantly growing threat to his life but he couldn't take it anymore. It was one thing to be treated like a servant or be forced to skip the occasional meal, but this had been the last straw. Harry's neck was still sore from where his uncle had grabbed it, intent on strangling his nephew. Now, it was clear to Harry. No matter where he went, or what he did, there would always be someone who would want to hurt him, who would want to kill him.
A strangled scream drew Harry's attention. He sighed as he felt that familiar tug that told him that something bad was happening to whoever screamed, and that he should do whatever he could to save that unknown person. It was hard to ignore something that had been instilled in him for three years. He was Harry Potter, the boy who had defeated one of the darkest wizards of all time as a baby, and who was destined to save the wizarding world once again. He had always been the hero to everyone, despite his protests, and now whenever someone was in need of help, he felt he had to help them.
Reluctantly, Harry withdrew his wand, but kept it hidden. He wasn't quite sure what type of person or people he was dealing with. It seemed that no one else in the area had heard the scream. Everyone else was probably asleep or too busy with other things to care.
As quiet as possible, Harry made his way to the area where the scream seemed to come from. As he walked on, the lights began to dim and flicker. Magic was alive in the air.
It was a different kind of magic Harry had never experienced. It was cold and had a slight malevolent aura about it, like a dementor, but at the same time, there was a hint of peace and healing to it, like a phoenix. How could there be such an aura? Good yet evil, powerful yet vulnerable.
A gurgling sound snapped Harry back into the present world.
"Hello?" He called quietly. "Everything okay?"
The gurgling cut off and silence met his ears. Harry turned the corner, now that he was certain where the noises were coming from, only to be slammed into the nearest wall. The bruises already on Harry's throat were only going to get worse, due to the force pressed against his throat. Harry was stunned briefly and couldn't see his attacker's face clearly. He could only feel his attacker's warm breath on his neck, and fangs scraping against his jugular vein.
Startled, Harry pushed the attacker away, in a futile attempt to get a clear view of him. His attacker was clearly a man, a little taller and of a thicker build than himself. Harry couldn't see much else in the dim light but he could see the shape of the body stiffen in surprise.
"Potter." The voice hissed, the surprise also clear.
"Do I know you?" Harry demanded. The man shook his head.
"Not personally. I've been keeping an eye on you though."
Harry was about to ask why, when the man stepped out of the shadow, rendering Harry speechless. There right in front of Harry, was an older version of himself.
R & R pretty please!! Lady Ayami and I would really appreciate it.
