Two with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born to those who have thrice defied him,
Born as the seventh month dies,
And the Dark Lord will mark one as his equal and one as his heir,
One will be deprived by the light and the other will be guided by the dark,
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives,
For in the end the light must make the sacrifice for the dark to die,
The one who can survive with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies
Words can kill, but memories can destroy. They took my mind and rearranged it to their will. Everyone I should have loved in my life were the people I sought abolish for three years. I was their secret, their weapon.
Not anymore.
My feet hit the forest floor. Voices echo behind he bring the soundless forest to life. The shadows of the trees overhead drape over me. Filling my lungs of the dry air that surrounded me was becoming more rigorous with every step. My eyes raced around my surroundings, trying to find an escape that would prevent me from hurting anyone. However fate has proven that I would never get the easy way out.
I sprinted behind a tree with Ceiba Tree for cover as I form a plan. Leading my head against the tree, I pulled out my wand. Footsteps came closer. Sharply I took in a breath, and silently recited the rules that had ruled my life;
Number one: Never let them see the fear in your eyes
I felt the dry bark of the tree against my hand. Voices I grew all too familiar with called out my name, telling me to stop playing games. There words dripped with sweetness, but I could feel the word obliviate on the tip on their wands. With my wand pointing to the tree I whispered, "Incendio."
Brilliant, bright flames danced on the tree. A smirk crawled on face as I heard the shocked gasped from behind. My heart raced in my chest as I began to run once again
"Stupefy!" I heard someone yell.
"Ennervate!" I yelled turning quickly, killing the spell before it could reach me.
Number Two: Go the path power leads you.
The trees rushed by in a blur. My stamina was decreasing. I need to get to the boarder. Once I'm across they can't touch me.
"Immobulus!" I shouted at a man who was approaching me.
"Sectumsempra!" A voice states followed.
My left arm exploded with pain. A wet sensation flowed down my arm, making my white robe turn red. I heard the spell repeated causing a stinging feeling in my back. The stinging was soon replaced by pain. I wanted to scream in pain, for my pulsing arm and bleeding back was awful. However I remembered rule 3;
Number three: Never give them the satisfaction of hearing you scream
I have felt worse before. Jumping over a fallen tree I murmured;
"Engorgio."
The fallen tree tripled in size, however that did not stop them.
"Petrificus Totalus!" I heard two people scream.
I dogged the first light with ease, but I wasn't so lucky with the second one. I felt my legs begin to go numb. The feeling traveled up my spin into my head, my skin turned pale and sickly. My legs gave out and I fell to the forest floor. My heart seemed to be the only thing moving in my body. As I took a breath in I felt my lips move slightly, and that's when I remembered the protective spell I put on myself after I learned the truth.
"Oh, how the weak run," A tall man with wild brown hair and crazed brown eyes said.
I looked around at the people. All of them were wearing different masked. There was one female amongst the males. In all there were 10 people.
"Wow, 10 people. I am ashamed you would think so low of me," I replied in a smug voice trying to hide my fear.
The man had a shocked look on his face, he was surprised I could even talk. My head was hurting; my heart was racing with thoughts… or is it the other way around. I need to; I need to get this bind off me. Um, what was the spell relashio. Please wandless magic don't fall me now. I repeated relashio frantically in my head.
"Ha! The mystery heir wants to play? I doubt you could even take one of us," Another man laughed.
I could feel my body bind lowering. My grip tightened around my want until my knuckles were white.
"I wouldn't bet on that," I said in a low voice.
"Expelliarmus," the women exclaimed seeing the wand in my hand, "Don't worry you won't be needing that, there is no need to fight. You won't remember a thing in a few minutes."
I widened my eyes and pretended to be shocked. My hands began to tingle. The spell was down. I do not dare to make a move; the element of surprise was always an advantage. I need a weapon. My eyes scanned the area looking for a sharp stick or anything for that matter. Alas I was surrounded by dirt and trees, I can't set the trees on fire or I might get hurt. I need… my dagger, the dagger that I left at the manor. Accio dagger, accio danger, accio danger…
"Did we hit a soft spot kid? Your parents don't want you, they may have not killed those muggles but they don't love you. You're just a scarred, weak kid," A man with red hair laughed.
My heart stopped at the mentioned of the people who cared for me and made me smile. Until they killed them. Anger filled my head. I could feel my dagger coming closer.
"Rule number 4: Never under estimate your enemy," I smiled crookedly as the shiny dagger comes to my hand.
Before anyone could react I threw the dagger at the man with the red hair's chest. He recoiled in pain as I lunged at my wand. I heard an overload of spells aimed towards me, none of them coming close to hitting me though.
"Levicorpus!" A man with long white hair screamed.
"Protego!" I countered.
The man was now hanging upside down.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Two voices wailed.
I dogged the first stream of light.
"Liberacorpus!" I howled destroying the second spell.
An object that I recognized as my dagger came flying at me. Yeah, like I'm going to get hurt by my own weapon.
"Impedimenta!" I yelled at my dagger.
The dagger speed decreased, hanging in the air as if strings were attached. I saw a wand pointing to me, but before the person could say anything I murmured;
"Obscuro!"
The man stumbled back. I grabbed the dagger out of the air and turned to face the man with brown hair and crazed eyes. Without thinking I stabbed the knife in his chest. Through the man's scream I heard someone muttered something behind me. I quickly pushed the man's bleeding body in front of me. A spell that looked like Immobulus hit the man, sending him to the floor.
"Deprimo!" I yelled at a tree closest to me.
The tree fell down knocking out three people. Six down, four to go.
"Stupefy!" Someone yelled.
"Protego!" I screamed.
A red light zoomed past me. Looks like the unforgivable curse have begun.
"Incarcerous!" I yelled the person who tried to torture me.
The man who was hanging upside down moments ago was now tied up by chains.
I said expelliarmus twice; one to make sure the tide up man's wand was not in his hand, and the other to disable one of the two people left standing.
"Immobulus!" I yelped at the now wandless man.
"Sectumsempra!" the last person standing said.
Caught off guard by the pain. I stumbled backwards onto the ground. My chest was now as bloody as my back. I looked up at the last person standing; the woman who was similar a mother to me.
"Harry, don't worry this will all be over soon," the women said is a sickening sweet voice.
Fear over whelmed me. I couldn't forget. The only precaution I took was writing my first and last name in the muggle world on parchment and bring it with me. How could I be so stupid to think I could leave and not be more prepared?
"Now stay still. This will all seem like a bad dream in a moment," She calmly stated.
I knew what I need to do, but I couldn't kill someone I cared so much about. Not even if she wanted destroy me. She raised her wand, as did I.
Before she could react I yelled;
"Confringo!"
Flames exploded on her. I quickly got up ignoring the smell of burning flesh. I was about to run when I heard her agonizing scream. My heart leaped in my chest. Before I could change my mind I whispered;
"Aguamenti."
Water shot from my want to the burning body. The fire hissed as the water made contact. I saw skin that was supposed to be pale white was black as coal. Some parts of her skin crawled off her body because of the heat. All this happened in less than five seconds. And I am the cause of it.
"Look at you. You think they will want you. You're a monster, a machine," the man who was tied up said.
I looked around at all the fallen body. Blood stained covered most of their clothes. Some of their eyes were opened in shock, some closed in pain. All of them were unconscious, or worse. I did this.
"Power scares people, Harry. Do you think they will welcome you back once they find out who you were taught by? Or how do you think they will react to your power? Harry there is only one way this will end. Your family will either kill you are you will kill them."
"Stupefy!" I yelled at the only conscious person. His eyes closed and it was clear he was now unconscious.
I looked at the scene in front of me. My mind raised with questioned I didn't have time to answer. I looked around for the path I was on before the attack. Once I found it I ran.
My heart was crying in my chest for the fear of what will happen when I finally see my parents. What if they hate me? What if I hurt them?
My thoughts were interrupted by the smell of gasoline. I'm almost there. A light shined through trees. It was a lamppost. It was next to a road.
A weird feels came across my body as I ran through the magical boarder. It was as if a barrier that was put around me was down. My feet hit the old cracked road and relief filled my body. I was going to see my parents and brother again.
I looked to the left of the road trying to formulate a plan to get to the leaky cauldron. All a sudden lights appeared to my right. Before I could react I felt pain erupt in my body. Something big had just hit me.
I think I heard a crack as my body fell to the cold ground. The area around me was blurring. I could feel the heat from whatever hit me. My head was slipping into unconscious. There was a loud bang before I heard a person yelling. The person words were slurred together, making it impossible for me to decrypt what the person was saying. Before I closed my eyes one last thought slipped into my head;
Rule number five: Die before surrendering
Well that's it for the first chapter! This is kind of a mix between WBWL (wrong boy who lived) and Voldemort heir story. The Potter's will not be abusive and Harry will not be dark without redemption. There will be a dark harry though in some parts, but not to far from the classic Harry that we all love. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistake. Most of the original character will be in the story and this is my first fanfic so sorry if the they don't act like they do in the books. And yes the prophecy is different and it is the poem at the start of the chapter.
Until next chapter,
Mysterious Mayhem
