Bloodlines
By Princess Angelita
SUMMARY: A young woman joins up with Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione as they search for the Horcruxes. But is she telling the truth about why does she wants Voldemort destroyed? Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
RATING: M for violence, sexual scenes, language.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Harry Potter. I only own the plot of this story and any original characters.
A/N: This fanfiction includes scenes outside England. While I will make sure the reader knows where the scene is taking place, I will write only in English dialogue. I believe this makes reading much easier for both the writer and reader. Just take note of the country in which the scene is taking place to remind yourself which language the characters should be speaking in.
Prologue:
Trencin, Slovakia
"Quickly! Run that way!" a male voice shouted in the darkness.
"Circle around her! Now! Now!" another male voice cried.
"There she is!" a female voice shouted.
Several pairs of feet thundered through an alleyway, chasing after a tall, slim figure dressed all in black. Prostitutes and their clients moved further into the dark recesses of the filthy dirt alley, stepping between derelict, centuries-old buildings or behind heaps of garbage to get out of the way.
The black figure and her pursuers turned into another alley and another before stopping at a dead end.
"Give up now, Miss," one of the men yelled at her, drawing a gun from his policeman's trousers and aiming it at the woman.
From the depths of the pursued woman's hooded cloak, white teeth flashed in a smile.
The pursuers gaped at the woman in shock as she leaped easily from where she stood to the top of the roof next to her, a good twelve feet up. The man with the gun fired, hitting the woman on the roof in the arm.
The woman snarled and drew a wand from her pocket.
"Obliviate!" she shouted.
She watched with satisfaction as the policemen gazed at each other with confused, vacant looks. The wound in her arm started to throb and sighing loudly, she turned to leave.
The woman walked on and on until she came to a grove of trees next to a river, far away from the town. Cursing loudly, she threw off her cloak and lifted her thin, white, wounded arm up to survey the hole. With a grunt, she reached slim fingers into the hole and pulled out the bullet.
She held it up to the moonlight and gazed at the blood-covered piece of metal for a moment before tossing it into the river. Her skin burned slightly as it mended itself. The woman tossed a mane of reddish brown curls and glanced up at the moon, her fingers moving up her body to finger a necklace hidden under her robes.
She smirked.
"Harry Potter . . . I am coming."
Chapter 1
Surrey, England
"When will you be leaving?" Vernon Dursley asked for the sixtieth time that night.
Harry Potter stifled a sigh.
"We will leave as soon as I've packed, Uncle Vernon," he said irritably.
Vernon said nothing else, merely watching Harry and his two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger with mustache twitching. As much as he hated his nephew, he was also afraid of him. Especially this new Harry who had come back from school with a I'm-not-taking-any-crap attitude and a hard, determined look in his green eyes. Vernon glanced over at his wife, Petunia Dursley, who sat watching her sister's son with lips so tightly pressed together that she looked as if she had no lips at all.
Harry and his two friends were only there to gather Harry's things and plan their first excursion out into the unknown to search for the Horcruxes. They had decided not to make their plans at the Burrow . . . for with Bill and Fleur's wedding approaching, Mrs. Weasley was in a very uptight mood. And the thought of her youngest son's plans for accompanying Harry on his hunt just might push her over the line of sanity she was teetering so gingerly on these days.
"I think if we start with finding out who this R.A.B. bloke is," Ron was saying, "then that's a guaranteed Horcrux right there."
"Ronald, if we spend all our time searching for whoever that man was . . . and by the way, who knows whether or not it's a man or a woman, then we'll lose time searching for the other Horcruxes," Hermione said irritably.
"No, Hermione, both of you are right," Harry broke in. "We need all the Horcruxes, not just one or two. And that includes the one R.A.B. found."
"Yes, but how do we know for sure if that Horcrux is even still there?" Hermione asked exasperatedly. "R.A.B. did say he would destroy it when he figured out how!"
Harry sighed. "I know."
Hermione brushed a strand of unruly brown hair behind her ear and leaned in closer to the boys. "The logical way of doing this is figuring out the most significant events in Voldemort's life . . . oh get a grip, Ron . . . and where those events occurred. From what we've learned so far, the locations of the ring and necklace and journal . . . that seems to mean he hides them in places of importance to him."
"That's true," Harry mused. "The cave where he tortured those kids . . . that must be the first time he actually really tortured someone. The journal was supposed to be sent to Hogwarts . . . yes, Ron, I know it ended up there anyway. What I mean is, Hogwarts was of extreme importance to Voldemort because that's where he learned magic. And the ring was found in his mother's old home, important because . . . those people were his family . . . as horrible and disgusting as they were."
"So we just have to figure out where these places are and search them?" Ron asked.
"That's a start, anyway," Hermione said.
"It's all we've got, at any rate," Harry sighed.
"Wouldn't the place where . . . where he got Hufflepuff's cup and Slytherin's locket be considered a significant place?" Ron asked.
Hermione opened her mouth to argue. Harry's eyes lit up and he waved a hand in front of Hermione's face to keep her from speaking.
"That's an idea," Harry said. "Why don't we make a list? And any suggestions are welcome," here he gave Hermione a significant glance, "that way we can go through and prioritize what we come up with later."
This seemed to satisfy Hermione, because she leaned back in her chair with a look of utmost concentration. For half an hour the three worked on a list of possible locations for Horcruxes until there were six in all.
The Riddle house
Godric's Hollow
The home of Hepzibah Smith
Borgin and Burkes
The Riddle cemetery
The Chamber of Secrets
"Where should we go first?" Ron asked, rubbing his chin.
"I think either the Riddle cemetery or the Chamber of Secrets would be a good bet," said Hermione thoughtfully.
"Yes, if Voldemort made any more Horcruxes after his resurrection, then the cemetery would be considered of utmost importance to him," Harry said, nodding.
"I'd guess the Chamber of Secrets," Ron volunteered. "It's not like you got to poke around much while you were there, Harry."
Hermione looked at Ron with a smile of approval. "Yes, that would be the best place to begin," she chimed in, "and we can have a look around Hogwarts as well."
Both Ron and Harry looked at her curiously. She shrugged.
"You never know," she said with a smirk.