Alright well this is my going to be my first fanfiction attempt. Just to clear it up with everyone, the characters in this do not in any way shape or form belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling and some of the magic in here also belongs to Bioware , I am simply manipulating them for my own amusement. IMPORTANT, I find typing sentences differently because of accents rather annoying, pointless and I do not wish to differentiate between different cultures. Plus everyone else does it and I will not be a follower. Therefore, for Krum and Fleur and other foreign wizards, I will NOT be typing their accents. If you don't like it, I'm sorry but I won't be changing my mind. That said, let's begin.
James and Lily had just sat down in their sitting room to relax, little baby Harry was bouncing around in his playpen trying to get their attention, Lily sighed and with a smile walked over to Harry and hoisted him up to her chest for a hug, and carried him lovingly over to the couch James was laying on. James smirked and pulled Lily gently on top of himself, Harry was still bouncing around in her arms giggling at everything, the light in his eyes brightened even more when he saw his father. James smiled at his son, ruffling his already unruly raven colored hair, before planting a kiss on Lily's forehead.
"I love you both so much." Lily smiled at his words and snuggled closer to her two boys.
"We both love you too, I only wish-" Lily was cut off as an explosion racked across the house and James felt the wards surrounding their home collapse instantly. James leapt up without a seconds hesitation.
"Lily he's here! Take Harry and go!" James cried out drawing his wand and readying himself. Lily could only nod, her eyes already tearing up as she realized this was most likely going to be the last time she saw her husband alive. She held Harry close to her chest as she sprinted up the stairs towards the nursery, the most protected place in their entire home, the room itself had several wards that could hold off Lord Voldemort for maybe a precious minute. She Laid down Harry in his crib and drew her own wand, casting several more wards around the door. Satisfied she picked up Harry again and tried to disapparate, but to her horror she realized that there were already anti-disapparation wards in place. All she could is wait, and hope.
Downstairs James had his wand leveled at the door, preparing to launch everything he had the moment it burst open. James thought over what he was willing to sacrifice to ensure the safety of his family for at least a few more moments, and he realized grimly that he would have to again use the art he always swore he would never again use, not since that night. With anger in his heart directed towards himself, he pulled out a very old knife, and slashed across his palm, the blood freely flowing from his hand and forming a pool of life in the palm of his hands. As he felt the power gather within him the door exploded inward and four death eaters rushed inside wands ready, but they halted as they looked up James, his eyes were a crimson red and his hands were glowing with blood. They remembered the legends, and they were afraid. As James dropped his wand and raised his hands above his head, hands clenched and the blood flowing faster than ever, the death eaters tried to turn and run, but it was too late. The blood magic was too strong. The energy shot out of James' hands and smashed into the enemy, knocking them back out of the house and immobilizing them at the same time as the blood within their own body's began to boil. The death eaters screamed in pain loudly before slowly falling, one by one, dead. James dropped to the floor in fatigue, he only had enough power left for one more blood spell.
Voldemort watched in silent shock as he saw what he always assumed was a legend take place in front of him, the fabled blood magic was as fatal as its myths had claimed. Voldemort then smirked as he remembered the rest of the legend, the toll the blood magic took on the user, they often couldn't cast more than one spell at a time without the aid of others, and the spells would not affect those without blood to manipulate. He walked into the house, stepping over the dominated bodies of his followers.
James was on his feet once again as Voldemort walked through the doorway, his eyes flashing quickly from the wand on the ground to the knife in James' hands. Voldemort whipped out his wand and was about to cast the killing curse when James' eyes began to glow with power once again, and Voldemort stuttered as he became unsure of his ability to fight a blood mage. That moment was all it took, James roared in anger as the power again flew from his hands, blasting Voldemort into and through the wall next to the door. James sank to his knees as the power left him, leaving him weakened and nearly unable to breath. He sighed in relief as he thought his family was now safe. But then, his gasp of horror quickly drained that hope, Voldemort had stood up, and was walking towards him with barely a limp to indicate the damage the spell had on him.
"H-how?" James stuttered in disbelief, blood magic was the most powerful form of magic on the planet, so powerful that is was deemed too dangerous and its secrets were jealously guarded until the rest of magical beings began to discount it as legend. It was supposed to be fatal, the spell James had used is supposed to blast the recipient, often the victim, away from the caster and once they hit the ground, the blood in their own veins would boil, immobilizing their movements while they slowly roasted from the inside out. The only downside was that it only affected creatures with blood. James realized this fearfully, no! He told himself, it's impossible, there has to be another explanation.
"You are a Blood Mage, you should be the one telling me, blood magic only affects those with blood running through their veins, my most recent ritual has healed me of such ailments. Pity you sided with the light, a blood mage would have an honored place among my followers, goodbye Potter." Voldemort hissed before whispering quietly.
"Avada Kedavra." There was a flash of green, and the weakened James Potter, the only Blood Mage aware of his powers, was dead. And now onto his wife and child, Voldemort thought victoriously.
Lily was huddled in a corner with Harry in her arms, having heard the entire battle. First she had heard the screams of the dying death eaters, and she had hope. Then she heard James attack Voldemort, and her heart had sank as she saw him get up from the attack from the nursery window. She had nearly lost all hope. Casting one last spell she could only hope that Dumbledore and the Order would get here in time.
Voldemort kicked open the nursery door, and raised his wand towards Harry.
"I only want the boy, I will let you live if you hand him over, I have no intention of harming him, I promise you." Voldemort said to panicking women, he was not lying, his plan required him to leave with the boy alive. Lily ignored him, and tried to cast a spell at Voldemort, he lazily sidestepped her attempt to kill him, sighing he raised his wand and after the customary flash of green, her life had left her. Harry fell towards the ground, before being stopped by Voldemort levitating the baby to the ground.
Harry was upset, he wanted his mum to pick him up again, he didn't like the way the pale man was looking at him, he tried poking his mum but it looks like she was sleeping. Growing more upset Harry's poking and prodding became more frantic until he cut his finger on his mums sweater zipper. Harry began to cry. Holding up his bleeding finger Harry grew angry at the pale man who was trying to pick him up, and Harry screamed at him. As little Harry began to scream the air around the two began to thicken, and as Harry screamed one last time the blood on his little finger began expanding rapidly as his green eyes began to glow a dark crimson color, as Harry released one final scream the air burst around him and a shockwave of pure power exploded outward, destroying nearly everything in its path. Voldemort was blasted away once again through a wall, landing upon the gate, impaled. The Blood magic in little Harry couldn't kill Voldemort, but apparently the sharp metal spikes upon the top of the fence around the Potter's property could. Voldemort's soul quickly fled the house, fearful of the powerful child inside. As his soul fled, he never noticed the lightning bolt shaped scar slowly carve itself into the child's forehead, he never knew, not for many more years.
As Harry began to cry once again Sirius Black appeared on his black motorcycle, seeing the nearly destroyed house he leaped from his bike and sprinted into the house. Seeing the dead death eaters Sirius realized that James had gone all out on them, he recognized the blood magic that he had saw his friend use only once, before swearing that he would never delve into such evil magic again. He raced inside and his face fell as he saw his friends body lying on the ground, next to that evil knife. With pain in his eyes Sirius gently pried the knife from his hands, and got up, James made him swear to pass the knife along to his son if anything should ever happen to him, it was evil, but it had saved his life several times. Sirius sprinted up the stairs as soon as he had secured the knife, and burst into the nursery, seeing Lily's dead body he fell to his knees in pain. Looking around for Harry's body Sirius was amazed to see the baby alive, and sitting next to a large hole in the wall, leading to the backyard. Sirius picked up Harry who grabbed onto him quickly when he saw it was his godfather. Sirius wondered what Harry was looking at, and got his answer when he saw the body of Lord Voldemort impaled on the large gothic like fence. Gasping at Harry, he wondered how the baby had done that, if it was even him, it could have been Lily's dying action for all he knew. But Sirius knew he had to get Harry out of here before anyone came. Everyone would believe that Sirius had betrayed them, and Sirius refused to let Harry go to the Dursleys, he knew that is what Dumbledore would have done. Setting his mind at the next course of action, Sirius walked out of the house with Harry still in his arms, and mounted his bike. Settling Harry down to sleep in one arm, he fly off towards an old friend, it was time to call in a favor.
A few days later he appeared at his old friends mansion, in Bulgaria. Knocking on the door he steeled himself for what was sure to be an interesting confrontation. Minutes later the large door opened, and the pale canine like face, with his sharp blue eyes and mane of hair going down past the mans shoulders as usual, his eyes took in Sirius' distraught figure, and baby in his arms, and immediately brought him inside. Once they were seated in his study, Sirius spoke to him.
"Merlin, you haven't aged a day, and it's been how many years?" Sirius was beyond shocked, his friend looked the exact same as he did so many years ago.
"23 years my friend, I already told you why I don't age. What happened? And what do you need?"
"I need your help Lucian, we need your help,"
And done. Sorry if it's a bit short, I'll try to make the next chapters longer, just it being a prologue and all, made the length kinda hard to manage. So, I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter. much more soon to come! ill try to publish a new ch every couple of days, and go ahead and review if you like, flame, praise, and everything in between welcome.
Peace ~Rise Against Conformity