Harry Potter and the
Blood of the Innocent

By:Ice PrincessLips
email: Miss_Unlucky13@hotmail.com

Prologue
"Nnnnoooooo......Harry, RUN! Get the hell outta here NOW!" Harry tuned around and immeadiety nocticed the vivbrant girl who was sheilding him from a venomous bright green light and an icy, piercing laugh. Voldemort. As he observed the girl, his first thought was.....Mum? No, this wasn't Lily Potter. True, she had red hair as Lily did, but while Lily's hair was a wavy dark red, this strangers was a rich orange steaked with gold.Her hair was at least to her waist if not longer. It was incredibly thick and billions of curly ringlets spinged in every direction. Also, there were her eyes.....not the emerald of Lily and himself. These were a exotic, almost poisonous looking green. She also looked about his age.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts. Shit, he thought. I have to help her. His body pumped fill of enery, he sprinted towards her. Just as her was reaching her something loomed in the shadows. His eyed wide with fear a shadowed creature stepped out into the light. A unicorn, just a unicorn, he thought. Thank God. He noticed that the cold laughing had stopped. The unicorn looked at him with an odd glint in it's red eye. Fuck.......why the hell is it's eye RED? The creature was charging it's horn at Harry. The red-headed girl saw this and pushed Harry out of the way a second before the unicorn pieced into him.........it hadn't missed her. Afraid to look, he screamed in horror of what he saw. The creature now was pulling it's horn out of the girls heart. Her heart. She had died instantly. The sick coppery smell of blood filled the air. The crimson blood drenched the surroundings. The 'unicorn' looked pleased and began to lap it up, then started to roll playfully in the blood, dyeing it's snow white coat red.

At that moment, 15 year old Harry Potter woke up with a start with tears in his eyes and began to throw-up.His lightning shaped scar was searing with pain.

Unknown to him, 14 year old Aurelia Reviva was wide awake, blinking away tears. Her nightgown was soaked with blood. It was bleeding without a wound.