Bond of Blood
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter 1 of 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An inside look at the mind of several witches and wizards lives between the years of 1995 and 1996 (Harry and co. 6th year at Hogwarts). The world is slowly both falling apart and coming together at the same time.
Note: I originally did plan on making this a huge fic but I decided against it. Why? Because I really didn't want another big one to worry about so this will be the last chapter.
A teenage boy with shaggy raven black hair that went past his ears lay on his bed just staring at the ceiling. He wasn't blinking, moving, nothing!
He had vivid emerald green eyes which now held a haunted look in them. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of round, black framed glasses. His most noticeable feature though was a thin lightning bolt shaped scar on the right side of his forehead.
In his opinion the scar on his head was the reason behind all the pain he currently felt. Not physical pain really, more or less mental pain. He had got this scar the night his parents died. It wouldn't be there if his mother hadn't died for him, heck he wouldn't be in this hell-hole right now if she hadn't died for him!
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
"I'd like to know what power that's supposed to be," he muttered under his breath as the words echoed in his mind. Professor Trelawney's harsh voice spoke it. The voice she used when she was having a real prediction.
Born to those that have thrice defied him,
'Wonder how mom and dad escaped Voldemort and I wonder when they did it,' he thought dully.
Born as the seventh month dies...
Smirking to himself he wondered what would have happened if his mother had him either early or late. He had found out from Remus though that she had him right on the minute expected...
Neville on the other hand, Dumbledore told him, had been late, about two weeks late!
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
'And we're back to that retarded scar on my head,' he thought and touched it lightly, feeling a sharp pain. He was used to this now, it was constantly throbbing.
But he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...
"What powers? The only thing I'm good at his Defense Against the Dark Arts and he probably knows every single curse and counter curse to go with it," he mumbled to himself.
And either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live well the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
There's the closing sentence, just to make sure no one had heard the date wrong or what it was talking about. He even noticed it clearly stated in the prophecy that a 'he' had to do it. Meaning a male. Only one was marked from the Dark Lord...him...there was no way around it. He was the wizarding world's last hope.
Harry Potter hated his life for that one reason...
Hermione Granger sat curled up on her favorite chair in her house. Her chocolate brown eyes scanned over the book she was reading. Oddly she was only on chapter two of her new school book and so far she only started one book. By this time, which was almost the end of July, she'd usually have the whole thing of all of them almost read.
She sighed in anger, pushed a piece of her long, curly, dark brown hair out of her eyes and closed her book. Jumping up she quickly made her way downstairs.
Noticing the house was a lot quieter then normal she walked into the computer room to see a girl with long curly bright blond hair and hazel green eyes.
"Olivia, where's mom and dad?" Hermione asked her older sister.
21-year-old Olivia, who was visiting from a collage turned around and stared at her younger sister for a minute then said, "Work."
"They also took Connor and Derrick with them," A tall young man with bright blond hair and chocolate brown eyes said.
Conner and Derrick were Hermione's younger brothers. Derrick was 14-years-old. He was hoping he would be a wizard and was disappointed when it turned out he wasn't. Connor on the other hand was only 11-years-old so he was hoping that he might get a letter. Both had dark brown hair and hazel green eyes.
"Well at least Robbie answers my questions," Hermione said. Robbie was her older brother. He was 18 years-old and more of the party type.
Olivia rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever Herm."
Hermione glared at her then jumped as a snowy white owl flew in the window.
"Hedwig," She said as the owl landed on her shoulder, "You've got a letter from Harry?" The owl hooting and nodded her head.
"Ohh, Hermione's getting love letters," Robbie said and smirked, "Can I read em?"
"I am not getting love letter," Hermione snapped.
The other two looked at her and Olivia said, "Come on Hermione, I think you need to tell us what's happening in you're world. I know you won't tell mom and dad cause you don't want them to pull you out of you're school."
Hermione nodded her head and they went into the living room.
Ron groaned in annoyance. He was de-gnoming the garden, which was larger then normal at the Burrow this summer.
His mother had planned for them to go to Grimmauld place at the beginning of July but Dumbledore suddenly jumped in the way and said they weren't aloud to. His mother was still fuming about it.
After checking that there was no more gnomes Ron quickly walked into the house. He kicked his shoes of his large feet and walked upstairs to the bathroom
After washing his hands he looked at the mirror for a minute. In that minute though he had clearly seen his flaming red hair was a mess, worse then Harry's naturally was and his gray-blue eyes were the brightest thing on his face. The rest of him was coated with dirt, including his hair. The gnomes had been very difficult to catch this time.
"Whatever," Ginny yelled back, their mother was no doubt cooking supper.
While in the shower Ron took time to think about what happened at school that year. He knew Harry had been in a bad mood about Cedric last time now he could only imagine how his friend would act after Sirius's death.
Ron shuddered. He didn't want to think about that. He hadn't seen Sirius die, and was glad he hadn't. Although it seemed to him that Harry was hiding something...and whatever it was, it was eating him alive.
After washing himself and drying his hair he quickly got dressed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Ginny and Ron had taken to throwing a Quaffle back and forth. They kept a positive mind thinking that it would help Ginny with Chaser skills and Ron with keeper skills.
Although this soon began to bore them greatly considering they did this everyday since school ended.
"Wonder what Harry and Hermione are doing now..." Ron muttered.
Remus sat at the kitchen table of number 12 Grimmauld. His once bright amber eyes were now bored and lifeless. His hair had become grayer and more lines were appearing on his face from worry.
He was the last Marauder. Why didn't he count Pettigrew? One because he was a traitor, and two because of a promise the four of them made in school, if someone should betray the other's trust he will be kicked out of the group. Pettigrew did just that.
He drummed his fingers on the kitchen table and sighed. He took a sip of his tea as he waited for his turn to go on Harry's guard.
Remus knew that Harry knew they were there. He had seen the teenager look at them countless times, although they were invisible. He would also mutter a name and it would be right. He would always get it right too.
"Remus?" A small voice asked.
Her hair and eyes were no longer brightly colored. They were a dully brown. She sat across from her teacher (Which was true, he was teaching her a lot about dark animals at the moment) and burst into tears.
Remus gave her a confused look then said, "What's wrong?"
"I miss Sirius," She sobbed out, which was an un-Tonks-like thing of her to do. He had honestly never seen her cry before.
"Harry," Tonks whispered, "You're right. He'd downright more depressed then I am...we should go to his house to cheer him up...if we can get permission from Dumbledore."
"Yeah," Remus agreed, then changing the topic he said, "Did you see the way Harry glared at Dumbledore the last time we stopped by. It's a good think looks can't kill."
"Or else everyone would be dead under Harry Potter's wrath," Tonks joked.
Remus chuckled slightly and ruffled her hair then said, "You never know."
Tonks shot him a death glare and said, "Watch the hair."
"Speaking of evil glares..." Remus muttered he smirked then said, "Hey Nymphadora, how's it going?" The reason he said that was because he was extremely bored at the moment and he knew that saying her first name would set her off in an amusing rant.
Sure enough she started going on about how retarded a name it was and how her mother must have been high when she named her.
Dumbledore tapped his long fingers against his desk. His light blue eyes stared at several splinters of silver on the floor he had yet to clean up. A table was broken not very far from it.
"Sir," One of the photos said, "Maybe you should clean it up?"
"No," Dumbledore said, "I need this here as a reminder...a reminder that I am not in control of everything anymore."
Although he didn't show it the day after Sirius died he was extremely shocked to see the way Harry acted.
Honestly nobody had stood up against him before. He himself wondered about the prophecy, if it was true or not. At first he didn't really believe it. Then Lily and James died.
Everyone had considered him the most powerful wizard in the world before, and a lot still do, he knew that. People believed him to be the only one that could defeat Voldemort. After that fateful night October 31st, 1990 he knew he couldn't defeat Voldemort. It was now Harry's destiny to do that task.
Harry was anything then happy with Dumbledore now. Dumbledore knew a lot but that was one of the first things that came to mind. He also knew Harry would need help though. The DA and many more students in the school would give support, although many would try to crush him in any way possible too.
But that wasn't enough in this war...
Albus looked through his papers again and saw the long list of witches and wizards he asked to come to England to help with the war. They were from all over the world and many were brining children with them.
Hogwarts would be a very busy place this year.
A girl with long mid-back length chocolate brown hair with copper highlights through her hair was silently moving through an airport. She had pulled her hair into a ponytail so it would stop falling in her ice blue eyes. Looking around curiously she couldn't see the person she was looking for anywhere.
"Haylee, come on," A gruff voice said.
Sighing she said, "Yes daddy."
The man smiled, as long as Haylee listened to him everything would be fine, Voldemort wouldn't get his hands on the last piece he had left of his wife.
Suddenly there was a 'ping' and a mechanical female voice said, "Flight 713 to England is now boarding at gate 13."
"Come on," Kyle Power said to his daughter.
Haylee quickly smooth out her ponytail and picked up her carry on bag. She followed her father while giving her home a longing gaze. She was leaving everything behind.
"Haylee!" Another girl yelled.
The blond haired girl came sliding to a stop in front of her best friend and held out a gift. She then said, "Never forget us, ok?"
Haylee nodded and hugged her friend. She then heard her father call and took off before Marisa saw the tears in her eyes.
Haylee got on the plane and sat in her set, which happened to be a bit away from her father, just the way she wanted it.
"Hi," a male voice said.
Haylee face a tall teenage boy about her age with semi long dark blond hair and dull blue-green eyes. He was smiling at her as he took the seat next to her. Checking his ticket again he said, "Yup, this is my seat."
Haylee smiled at him and said, "Haylee Power." She stuck out her hand.
"Tyler Anderson," He said and shook her hand, "So, why are you going to England?"
Haylee didn't like lying, but she wasn't sure how to tell this Muggle what she really was. She knew she wasn't supposed to. "I'm going with my dad. He was asked to come over by a man named Dumble-"
She looked shocked then said, "You're a wizard?"
"As much as you're a witch. Otherwise would you have known about the most powerful wizard in the world who happens to live on the other side of it?" Tyler asked.
Smiling Haylee shook her head and said, "I'm glad I already know another wizard."
A short Spanish boy with short dark brown-black hair and deep brown eyes sat on the deck of a large boat.
Along with all his brothers his sisters were: Leria Lopez (She was also 14-years-old, his twin), Tibby Lopez was older then them, she was 18-years-old, Katia Lopez was the youngest, she was only 11-years-old. She would be going to Hogwarts for all her school years unlike everyone else.
Their parents were Emesta Lopez and Jerico Garcia. With Spanish people their children usually took their mother's last name as their surname rather then their fathers.
A man named Dumbledore, who Neron had heard about before, asked them to come over to England. All the children argued at first but all in all they lost. They could tell by the looks on Emesta and Jerico faces that something was wrong...deadly wrong.
He could spot several other wizarding families, and realized whatever was happening, it was big.
A girl sat dully, looking out the plane window down onto the ocean. Her short blond hair with pink tips was stylishly flipped out and her eyes were a light hazel. She seemed extremely bored look on her face.
"Hey Clair," Another girl said.
"OK," Lori said. "I just wish I knew WHY the hell a punch of us packed up and left for England."
"Dunno, but there sure are a lot of us," The blond American said.
"It must be something big," Lori said. She flipped her long dark red hair over her shoulder and her eyes flashed to other people on the plane. She lowered her voice and said, "And something dangerous, a lot of people look nervous."
They shared a look and stared out the window. Not realizing that people from Japan, China, Russia, Australia, Canada, South America, Africa, United States, Central America...at least one person from every spot on the Earth was traveling to Hogwarts at that very moment...
Well there's part 1 of 2. Why am I making this short instead of a big long one like I originally wanted to? It's because I'm sick of looking at my profile and seeing stories just sitting there, being wasted! So I am determined that in my free time I will eventually get everyone of my stories complete. Although that might not be for along time because I don't have as much free time as I used to and I have so many stories to finish! I'm also thinking of reposting my old Digimon stories on this...although many of them are poorly writing it'd be just for me to see how I've improved on writing...
Well I've gotta go and see ya later!
Krystal Lily Potter