Blood Bound
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter all rights go to J.K. Rowling. I just own my OCs.
Chapter 1: Flames are Burning
Bridgette's POV
I gasped waking up from another nightmare.
Taking a few deep breaths, I found myself back in the tent and not back in my old home. When my breathing even out, I lifted my hand to stare at the burn/scar from that fateful night. My entire forearm was covered in burns in shape of flames of molten flesh. People back home in America found my experience a miracle. No one could ever survive the killing curse. Yet I managed to survive thanks to the bracelet I wore. The bracelet made of gold with the pendant of a three animal heads; a lion's head with ram horns while the rest in design of a snake's tail.
The night the Death Eater came, my mother enchanted the bracelet and said to never take it off. Then again, the bracelet was cursed as well, impossible to come off. Throughout the years it has grown as I, accustoming. My Dad says it's possible my mother enchanted the bracelet with a spell that'll deflect any curse. The day he had to explain why my mom was dead and no longer here was very painful for the both of us. My Mother was Edith Chimmerah-Blackwood, a British witch who studied and created Charms. I was almost four years old when she died. Now it has been thirteen years since that very night.
My Dad, Normand Blackwood, an Obliviator for the Magical Congress of the United States of America. He gets assigned to a city and wanders around oblivating any normal human's memories when witnessing magic or magical creature. Most of his work is usually at Salem, though there are times he had to New Orleans and Boston. Although, he did a month protecting the Jersey Devil, oh how fun that was for him. He would never admit what the Jersey Devil looked like. Anyway, since that night, Dad had to leave me with family members until I was old enough to travel with him. We share a bond that not many families have. So yeah, you can say I'm a Daddy's girl.
But when I got my letter to the Salem Institute at age twelve was hard.
At the Salem Institute is not entirely a boarding school. When a young magical child turns twelve they receive their letter. The first two years students attend the schools and return home afterwards. When a student turns fifteen or their fourth year. Graduation is our eighth year, which we later attend a university after our NEWT's.
My fourth year was the hardest for us. We could only see each other on holidays and him taking the opportunity to visits on federal holidays was enough. Now I am seventeen, this year would be different. Instead of attending the Salem Institute, I would be an exchange student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once in every five years, the two schools would do an exchange program. However, the Headmaster of Hogwarts decided to do the program early by a year for a special event. Yet the Principle Bishop allowed the early exchanged followed by choosing the four students who will go. I was one of them, along with José Martínez, Eliza Smith, and Axel Quan. We were all six years, just two more years from graduating and be sent to college or work.
"Bridge, you okay?" I turned my head to see Eliza staring at me with concern. "You had another bad dream, didn't you?"
I sighed, but nodded. Eliza and I are friends since our fourth year at Salem when out teacher assigned us as lab partners in potions. She has dark brown skin and eyes. She is tall, with long slender legs and a willowy frame, and dark hair that was braided tightly. She was the fashionable between us, talk about fashion and she'll be there to tell you the latest couture in both normal and magical society.
Slowly I sat up and stretched.
"Well, better get dress. José and Axel want to explore the campsite before the game." Eliza said.
"I wouldn't be surprise," I chuckled.
"And Bridge," she said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Consider this a fresh start." Eliza said.
I nodded watching her leave the room and gotten ready for the day. Last year was hard; my name was ridicule when somebody in my class discovered my personal secret. Bridgette Blackwood, the girl who lived. At first, everyone thought my scar was a natural burn from when I was little. You know, tripping into the fireplace. Though I wish it was, and that year kept getting worse with the nightmares. Having these strange dreams of a young boy, dementors, and whole lot of crazy things. And let's not forget a scornful school girl who got jealous because I kissed her crush. Next thing I know, me and roommate's room were filled with Doxy. Nasty blue biting fairies.
So to have Principle Bishop choosing me as an exchange student was a blessing.
"Bridge, come on!" Eliza shouted.
"Yeah, yeah!" I shouted back putting on my boots.
Today the gang and I will be going to the Quidditch World Cup. Even though our team didn't win, the Headmaster of Hogwarts thought it would be a treat, much to the boy's happiness. So I randomly put on the accessories for the team José wanted to cheer. Wearing the Bulgarian team colors from the scarfs, of red and black.
Afterwards I joined the others in the center of the. There the gang was dressed as Eliza and Axel were dressed to cheer the Irish while José all Bulgarian out. José has a boyish-look with midnight hair, olive skin, and an oddly cheerful being a sixteen. As for Axel, he was metamorphmagus keeping his height, fair skin, and blue eyes, yet changes his hair constantly. It drives our teachers insane. As tonight his hair was green and white.
"You guys ready?" Axel asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
We left our enchanted tent and into the festival of tents for the Big Game. It was absolutely overwhelming and chaotic. Watching people wandering around in search of their tent or small performances, some flying their broom widely. The gang was talking outside our tent as I adjusted the spangle banner. When I turned, I saw a large family walking by, five of them having red hair, a girl with curly brown hair, and boy with dark hair and wearing glasses. I did a second take when seeing the boy. Impossible, it can't be him?
"Bridge what is it?" José asked.
"N…nothing," I answered.
"You sure, you look like you've seen a ghost." José replied.
"Yeah, just got surprised." I assured.
Surprised indeed in seeing the boy from my dreams. Last years I get dreams of that boy, why am I seeing him now? I must be seeing things? That's gotta be it.
"Come on, let's go!"
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Eliza and Axel were two happy children in the bunch. Much to José dismay, since Team Bulgarian losses to the Irish. Even when the notorious Bulgarian seeker, Viktor Krum caught the golden snitch, the Irish won by 10 points. Bulgaria 160, Ireland 170. Ten points…and a lot of riots.
"Cheer up; there is the next world cup." I said, wrapping my arm around him.
"Hopefully Mexican National Quidditch team would make it to the finals." José mumbled.
I chuckled as we made it to our tent. I found it strange that the Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore would trust four teenagers to be at the Quidditch Tournament. Then again, this is not America. When we entered our enchanted tent, we instantly went into the kitchen to get diner ready. As Eliza and I cooked, Axel and José were chatting about the game.
Suddenly my left arm started to hurt. I gasped, pulling my hand away from the kettle thinking I splashed hot water on me. Eliza gasped grabbing my arm to see the damage. However my arm wasn't red or blistering. Instead the pain was coming from the burn and nowhere else. As if I literally stuck my hand in the fire. I only felt this pain when in danger.
"Sounds like the Irish are enjoying their wins," Axel teased José.
I took a deep breath then heard what is going on outside. There was screaming, shouting, and the sounds of magical impact. Something was not right, as I walked over to the flap of our tent and see what is going on. There was no celebration for the Irish. No, instead people were running.
I grabbed one wizard and asked, "What's going on?"
"Death Eaters, run." The wizard panicked, yanking his hand and running again.
"Shit," I cursed turning to face the others.
"Grab your bags! We need to leave," I ordered.
"What's going on?" Eliza asked.
"Trouble, Death Eater trouble." I said.
Immediately we grabbed out packs and stayed together as we tried to get to the port key. All around us was chaos. Many people were running in different directions as they searched for a way out. My burn was still hurting, but I kept focus. Death Eaters were not common in America. In fact, the wizard war fourteen years ago hardly settled in our country. Though news spread out and other information, but MACUSA warned for any international traveler. If not Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore warned us and to never intervene.
"Holy crap," Axel said.
I turned my head to see a group of wizards in black wearing silver mask chanting and tossing spells. My heart literally stopped in remembering the monster that killed my mother.
"Bridgette!" Eliza shouted. "Bridgette!"
A massive force of people separated me from the others. I could hear my friends calling out my name. I shouted at the top of my lungs to run. Though fear consumed me as I turned with my wand in hand and run. Running about and dogging fire balls and curses in every directions.
In the mits of the chaos I collided into somebody knocking us both down. I groan, standing up only stare at the boy from my dreams. His dark hair was tasseled revealing his forehead a scar, the one in shape of a lightning bolt. The boy gasped grasping his forehead while I hissed touching my forearm. The moment I stared at my arm, I noticed my bracelet was glowing. I faced the boy who gotten up apologizing and ran away.
Wanting answers, I gotten up and chased after him. I need to know why he was in my dreams and how his scar is similar to my burn. Through the chaos, I almost reached him when a sudden blast knocked me off my feet and collided into a tent destroying it. Groaning, I gotten up feeling the world spinning. When my senses started comping back to normal, I've noticed a few death eaters were close. Shit, I breathed trying to run. They spotted me and went into hot pursuit.
Quickly I turned lunging my arm forward with my wand, "Everte Statum!"
A blast of magic escaped out of wand and struck one of the two Death Eaters throwing them backwards in pain. The second Death Eater cast a curse which I dodged and did another Everte Statum. Afterwards, I turned and ran. The campsite started to mellow down of running people. However, there were still Death Eaters who were dueling other wizards and witches. Desperately I tried to make my way out when something coiled around my feet causing me to trip.
I groaned looking at my legs to find it tied by rope. Damn it, the Incarcerous Spell. The rope slithering higher bounding me. The Death Eater who casted the spell approached raising his wand to do another horrible curse. I tried to free my wand to defend myself, except the rope grew tighter.
Suddenly a blue light struck the Death Eater knocking him unconscious. Surprised, I looked at the source of the spell to see someone on a broom rushing in our direction. The flyer stopped over the death eater casting the Incarcerous Spell and waved his wand removing the one on me. Standing up, I got a better look at the stranger, a broad man with sallow-skinned, and a large curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He was wearing the Bulgarian team uniform as he offered his hand.
"Ve need to go," He said in a thick accent.
I nodded, grabbing his hand. He helped me up and behind his broom. I wrapped my arms around his midsection as he flew off to the sky and out of the campsite. Looking about, I've noticed a few more Quidditch players grabbing civilians out of the chaos while members of the Ministry of Magic dealt with the Death Eaters.
When we reached the safe area where most of the fans were, the quidditch player flew down and let me off. I got off and turned to face him.
"Thanks," I said.
The player nodded before taking to the sky again. Probably in search for more victims out there. I sighed and turned around to watch people searching for loved ones and friends. With a deep breath, I chanted a tracking spell in search for my friends.
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