Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mrs. J.K. Rowling. Only the story is mine
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A/N: This story came to me in a dream. It's really dark and violent at times, I am warning you now. I also wanted to let you know that chapters 1 and 2 are up, but for some reason I finished most of chapter 6 before I could figure out who to start chapter 3! how weird is that? Also, I am writing this in a shortened form using Harry Potter characters, but I intend to change the HP characters, locations, etc. to my own and make this novel length, which I will try to publish. Well, without further ado.....
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Thicker than Blood
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Chapter 1: Flame and Sliver (A Prolouge)
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Bitter stares went back and forth between the two young boys, each looking conciderably worse for wear. "This is all your fault, Weasley!" a jumble of brusies and cuts with silvery-blond hair hissed at the ruby-haired boy sitting beside him in the small, circular stone room. "Shut yer yap, Malfoy!" was the responce the boy gave, holing a sleeve of his black robes to his forhead, which was bleeding. "I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN!" screamed Malfoy, rising from his chair, pink tinting his cheeks. Weasly arose calmly. "I said to SHOUT YOU RUDDY MOUTH YOU STUPID GIT!" he bellowed. Fists started to fly. Both boys were oblivious to the two older men entering the room.

"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Weasley! Stop *NOW* or I will expell the both of you!" yelled a middle-aged man with brown hair tinged with grey, looking furious in robes of deep scarlet. The young men stared at the newcomers to the room in horror, but quickly stood up, righting their forgotten chairs. "Yes, Professor Dippet." they mumbled in unison, taking their seats once more. Only then did they notice the other man in the room. Standing there, in robes of a deep cobalt (A/N for non-artists, cobalt is a bright blue) was Professor Dumbledore.

"What has gotten into you?" whispered the first man, quietly but quite audiable in the now silent room. "I know that your houses have quite a rivalry, but that is no reason to be fighting." he continued. "Perhaps you can begin by explaining exactly what happened today." said Dumbledore. "*Seperately*." he added when both boys began to speak at once.

"Mr. Malfoy, you first." said Dippet sternly. Malfoy began. "Well, it started in Potions class. I was partnered up with *him* by the Professor. Who started giving us the directions on how to make the Draught of Living Death. When he wasn't looking my girl tossed a note over to me. Even though it was addressed to *me* this uncouth git decided to open it." He took a deep breath. "AND read it out loud to the *entire* class when our Professor left the room. The note contained things that were quite embarassing. My girl ran out of the classroom in tears. I had to defend her honor, sir." "And where is this note?" asked Dumbledore. "I fell into my cauldron, sir." was Malfoy's responce.

A snorting chortle made all eyes turn to the red-head. "Mr. Weasley. Perhaps you can tell us your version of these events?" questioned Dippet. " Well here I was," he started, "minding my own bussness in Potions, cutting up my asphodel, when all of a sudden this *thing* pops me in the forehead. I thought it was a note from..... well, who I thought it was from is completely irrevelant." Weasley's ears turned pink. "So, anyways, I opened it up and read it, only then realising my mistake. This git," he looks at the blond, "decided to take a swing at me the second our Professor left the room." Weasley tried his best to look angelic. "Only after reading my *personal* note to your Gryffindor friends!" growled Malfoy.

They looked like any moment now thay would leap from their seats again and kill each other. Dippet cleared his trought loudly to get their attention. " Fighting is against the rules." he began. "You have been caught fighting twice today, so let's make it two detentions each. One hundred points from Gryffindor and Slytherin. An extra ten from Slytherin as well. Note passing is also against the rules. You know that, Mr. Malfoy. And might I add, Mr. Malfoy, this is not the first time you have been caught fighting, so you will have nore more Hogsmeade visits for the rest of the term. Do you both understand your punishments?" Under his glare, the withered, but nodded in recognition. "Good." Dippet waved his wand, healing their wounds. "You are dismissed." he continued, motioning to the door Dumbledore was holding open.

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Leaving the room, the boys walked down the long spiral staircase in silence, each fuming with anger toward the other. They stayed that way until the grumpy-looking stone gargoyle slid into place behind them. "Watch your back, Weasley. I *will* get you for this." hissed Malfoy. "When you least expect it!" he turned on heel, striding down the broad staircase heading toward the dungeons. Weasley just narrowed his eyes at the dissappearing shape of his foe. *My nemesis* he thought. *That's what he is, my bloody nemesis*

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Crawling through the portrait hole in to the Gryffindor, Weasley was met by a stunningly beautiful woman with hair as red as his own, who was quick to wrap her arms around his neck. "How did it go, love?" she asked, looking into his hazel eyes with her own crystal blue orbs. "Not too badly, Molly." he replied, wrapping his arms about her waist and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Pulling her close one thought entered his mind. *One day I'll silence that Lucius Malfoy once and for all!*

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In his cold Slytherin dormatory, Lucius flopped down on his bed. "I'll get revenge on him for this *embarassment*." he whispered. "Someday....." His manical laughter echoed through the empty dorm. *When the time is right* thought Lucius, *Arthur Weasley shall pay!*