The Blood Red String of Fate

by OmashuCabbages

AU. In a normal world without magic, two people are forever tied together by an unbreakable bond. It was what kept Harry from dying all those years ago. Harry knows he has to find that person. When he gets a letter from a famous boarding school known as Hogwarts, he might just get his chance to see that person. But has their meeting caused something sinister to awaken...? (HxG)

1. Prologue

Prologue.

A dark gray morning foreshadowed a life of despair. The thick mist muffled the cries of the child destined to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders. The accident had to happen. It was unavoidable, for no one can by step the arms of death. You wouldn't think of a morning murder, however the morning was as quiet as snowflakes splotched with blood. No one would know.

The murder was simple. Laughable almost. The man twirled a knife in his bony fingers. He would be finally rid of the child, the child that threatened his very existence. He was not one for superstition, but he could not take his chances. He was almost there. Just a finger away from complete domination. He never knew that it could go so horribly wrong.

The death of the father was simple enough. A quick slash of the throat and he was put out of life. The mother however, was quite a bit tricky. She ran, screaming as her husband's body lay strewn out on the floor, blood running onto the wood. She ran for her son, shielding him with her own body. The man grinned as the knife entered her. A soundless cry and it was over. He flicked his wrist, the blood drops spattering the clean white curtains that had just been placed a few days ago. Now for the child.

A tiny boy lay in the crib, unaware of what events had taken place. The man slowly raised the knife. The prophecy would never come true now. One quick stab. It would be over instantly.

However nothing is that simple. He froze, the knife grazing the boy's forehead unevenly. Something had stopped him. A connection of some sort made him stop in his tracks. He was unable to kill the boy. Growling in frustration, he jerked his hand up. He could do it, he was just being soft. His head screamed at him. KILL THE BOY!

A certain sort of dizziness washed over him, as he just noticed the gruesome slash in his stomach. He lurched. The woman! When did she… He gasped for air as he bled, the red stains coming over his cloak. How could he have failed the mission? How?

The man hobbled away before the police could come. He was sure something had saved the boy. Something anchored him, so that he couldn't be killed. Whatever it was he had to find it. And then I will be back for you. The assassin took one last glance toward the house, and fled, leaving nothing but a drop of blood behind.