Okay so this is the new fanfiction that goes with Stealing More Then Gold. I am quite excited for this, and I hope that everyone enjoys this. I have put more personality into my Blackbloods, and I hope that you can find your own favorite Blackblood.

Chapter 1: The Chance Encounter

"You get back here you, freak!" shouted Vernon Dursley, his face turning an unattractive purple.

A small boy at the age of eight was staring at him with burning green eyes. He had unruly black hair, and pale skin. The boy was too skinny for his age, but that wasn't what stuck out. It was the lightning scar at the center of his forehead. The boy was called Harry Potter.

Harry was in the doorway of the Dursleys' house. He was on the verge of running out of the house, and never returning. The reason was the blazing red mark on his cheek. He had gotten slapped again, and for nothing. All he did was not give his food to Dudley. Harry had snapped, hungry and not wanting to share his small portion of food, that Dudley had enough food to make a hippo fat. Vernon Dursley did not like that comment at all.

The fat man came swinging at Harry, roaring at the top of his lungs that he should be grateful that they had gave the freak a home, and that they fed him at all. His wife, and Harry's aunt, had shouted at Vernon to quiet down that the neighbors could hear them. All there fat son Dudley did was smirk as Harry got the beating of his life. When, Vernon had loosened his grip on the boy, Harry had wiggled out of his grip and made a run for it.

Now, Harry stood in front of the doorway glaring at Vernon with all his might. The young male was done to deserve this treatment, but what he did know he was tired of it. So, Harry did what any little kid did when angry. He stuck out his tonuge and opened the door. His aunt let out a screech, but Harry didn't hesitate. He turned and ran. He didn't care if the neighbors saw him, he was going to leave the people that had been mean to him.

The young boy didn't know how long he would run, but run he did. He just knew that he had to get away. Harry kept on running, even though his lungs burned for air and his legs trembled with exhaustion. Still the boy kept running. Until finally his little body couldn't handle it anymore. He collapsed on the ground whimpering. The night was cold and he body was already weak enough for not having ate enough food for the last week, and the run had not helped.

Harry didn't know how long he stayed laying on the ground, but his green eyes roamed around to look at his location. He seemed to be in the middle of a park. He had landed underneath the light of a light post. Fog had settled in and crickets cricked in the night. Sighing, Harry closed his eyes and thought to his cupboard. It might not have been much, but it had been a room and it had been warm.

Suddenly, a deeper instinct in Harry caused the boy to stiffen and open his eyes. He looked around and felt like screaming. Something unnatural was in this park, and it was looking at him he could feel the eyes. While, his eyes roamed the place they caught the sight of two glittering eyes. One was silver and the other was purple.

"Well," said a low voice, full of amusement. "Look what I found just laying around."

Harry trembled and slowly pushed himself off the ground. He glared at the two glittering eyes, fighting past his fear, and said," You don't scare me. So don't even try."

"Why would I try and scare you?"

Harry didn't answer. He only stared back at the two different coloured eyes in determination. He hadn't run away from the terrible Dursleys to get picked on by some random stranger. The two sets of eyes stared at each other until the strange silver and purple eyes softened.

"A kid like you should be at home in bed."

Harry puffed out his cheeks and muttered,"I don't have a home to go to."

The mysterious person didn't answer, but Harry watched as the eyes got closer. When, they got to the age of the light they paused. "Would you like to come home with me?"

" I was taught to never listen to a stranger," Harry snapped.

"Ah, well you were probably taught never to talk to one either."

With this the person that had been hiding in the dark stepped into the light. The person was a averaged sized young lady who looked like her early twenties. She had night black hair, and pale skin. She wore a shirt, and a leather jacket. Her trousers were ripped and they were a faded black. She had on boots, which were also black. The thing though that caught his attention was the necklace around her neck.

It was a silver dragon, and it had two gems in its eyes. The strange thing was that the eyes were the same colour as the girl's.

Harry took all this in and then asked,"Who are you?"

The woman grinned and then bowed to the boy sitting on the ground. " My name dear child is Bella Blackblood, and I am quite glad to meet you, Mister Potter."

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I know this is a pretty short chapter. The others will be longer, but I was kinda rushed through this one. I will update soon though. Until then bare with me! Please!