Title: Harry Potter and the Blood of Darkness

Author: Shamrock

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling and Warner Bros. Any other characters you recognise belong to their respective copyright holders. I'm only borrowing them, so please don't sue. The Blood King, the Bestia, Evelyn Bey, Gladiator, Harpie, the Titan Brothers, and the new students belong to me. 

Chapter One: The Blood

"The potion is complete, my lord." declared a black-robed wizard looking over a large cauldron at his master who had just entered the dark chamber.

"We have the Blood?"

"Yes. My lord."

"You had best be sure Al Kima. I do not tolerate failure."

"N…n…no, my lord."

The figure nodded and turned towards the entrance through which he had come. "Wormtail!"

A small, wizened old man hurried into the chamber. "You called, my lord?"

"Yes Wormtail. Ask Baron von Blut to join us, Al Kima here has finally done something useful, we have the potion."

"Yes my lord." The small man hurried back out of the chamber on his errand.

Meanwhile, Al Kima had been ladling potion out of the cauldron into a series of bottles. "There is enough for 500 doses, my lord." he said, looking into the half-empty cauldron and around at the already filled bottles.

"Good. If it is successful, make two more cauldrons, no more and no less, we fulfil our agreement only understand?"

Al Kima nodded, "Yes."

At that moment Wormtail entered the chamber followed by a tall, lean European. He was deathly pale, but his medium-length hair was a glossy black and he was impeccably dressed in a black dinner suit and a long black velvet cloak. "Your minion tells me you haff my potion Voldemort. I vant it, now."

"All in good time Baron, you will of course want to test it first." replied the dark lord.

"Of course." admitted the Baron, he held out his hand. At a nod from Voldemort, Al Kima handed him two bottles. Moving towards the one of the walls, Wormtail pulled back a shutter from a hole in the roof a beam of sunlight shone through. The Baron turned back towards the door, one of his own servants had followed him in. "Drink this." he instructed, "And stand in the light."

The servant looked shocked, "But…"

"If the bargain has been fulfilled, you will, live. If not, your death will be avenged."

Reassured the other took the dark red potion and drank it down in one gulp, he inched towards the light. Impatient, the Baron shoved him and he staggered under the beam. Nothing happened. "Your part is done Voldemort." declared the Baron, he placed the second bottle in his jacket and pulled out a scroll of paper. "This will allow you to command my forces' allegiance. One thousand and a half one thousand of my best fighters will be here within the night. Goodbye." He turned his back to Voldemort and strode out the door, his fortunate servant scuttling behind him.

"We are ready my lord." said Wormtail, a hint of triumph in his voice.

"You are too confident Wormtail, the Dementors are not yet with us, nor the banished giants. There is still much to be done. But we have made a, beginning, yessss." he hissed.

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At that moment, many miles away in the village of Little Whinging, a seventeen-year-old boy sat up suddenly in bed, pressing the lightning shaped scar on his head that was burning fiercely. "What was that about?" he wondered.