The Bond of Blood
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter 2 of 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An inside look at the mind of several witches and wizards lives between the years of 1995 and 1996 (Harry and co. 6th year at Hogwarts). The world is slowly both falling apart and coming together at the same time.
Note: I originally did plan on making this a huge fic but I decided against it. Why? Because I really didn't want another big one to worry about so this will be the last chapter.
Note 2: The characters will seem ooc no doubt but that's for a good reason, this is pretty much showing what they act like in a time of stress and how they wouldn't act around their friends. In other words I made them out of character purposely.
A young woman with blond dark red hair and vivid emerald green eyes was sitting down on the shore to the lake in front of a large stone castle...Hogwarts.
Sighing she looked up and flopped down on the ground, not caring if she got grass stains on her uniform. Tears were slowing going down her cheeks.
"Evans?" A voice asked.
Lily Evans looked up and tried to glare at the one person in the school that annoyed her so much, but she couldn't. Tears blurred her vision but she could tell he was alone; his three friends weren't with him. Even though she couldn't see clearly she knew he'd have extremely messed up raven black hair and playful hazel eyes. When she dried her eyes she saw she was almost right...the hair was as messy as ever, but his eyes weren't playful. In fact they were extremely sad looking.
James Potter sat down beside her before she could say anything and said, "I know I'm not your favorite person in the world, but, well I am one of the ones that can understand you."
Lily stared at him then sat up and said, "It's not the same as you've been though James."
"Well..." James started. "I escaped from Voldemort two times already, one when he attacked that retarded wizards ball, the one were I was with my parents in the summer, and the other time was...well...when they were..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
She almost screamed because she was so distressed and now he was thinking he had been through the exact same thing she had been. She kept her cool though. Wiping fresh tears from her eyes she said, "I escaped twice too...I don't know why he's so interested in a Mudblood like me."
"Don't call yourself a Mudblood," James said while wincing.
Lily couldn't helped but stare at him again, this was a whole new side to James Potter she had never seen before...one that didn't seem like the kind of person to prank Severus Snape from amusement. Sighing she said, "Its true though isn't it?"
"Well...still Lily..."
Another surprise, he called her Lily instead of Evans.
"You're a witch rather then a Mudblood. Maybe you have some special power he needs, and he's willing to get the person weather they're a Muggle born or not."
This actually made sense to Lily as the words repeated themselves in her head. There was one thing she could do that she knew no one else could...
"Before I came to my first year here," Lily started. "My parents were murdered, that summer just after I got my letter. I didn't know what to do, but somehow I got my sister, Petunia, and I away from it. Now he's gone and killed my grandparents. I was there both times, and escaped both times. After I heard about him I knew it was he that had killed my parents. Not any of his Death Eaters, but him. I never could understand why he came after me. I didn't even know any magic to begin with. I didn't even have a wand back then."
James actually gave her a hug and said, "Well...I don't really know what to say."
"I don't know," Lily said, not realizing that she was actually talking civilized to the one person that used to annoy her more then anything! "What I do know is...if it happens to me and I have a child, I am not leaving them without some kind of protection..."
"Sure you will," James muttered.
Her eyes flared and she said, "I vow that I will help bring Voldemort to his end, even if it means I have to die doing it. Voldemort will die and I have no worries that I won't be included with his defeat somehow."
"If you were dead how could you do that?" James said.
"Blood's thicker then water...remember that Potter," Lily said and got up, walking away from him. So much for him being civilized and actually believing she could make a difference.
Harry's eyes snapped open and he jerked into a sitting position. Sweat beads were starting to crowd his forehead and his eyes were unfocused, he probably wouldn't be able to see if he did have his glasses on. It took him awhile to get calmed down.
The dream didn't scare him, but it hurt to watch. In truth he knew very little about his mother. He knew some about his father but still, watching both was like getting stabbed in the heart.
'Mom knew I could have been the one to defeat Voldemort,' Harry though, even the voice in his head was full of pain. 'She knew there was going to be something different about her child. Well I know she vowed to do something and she sure as hell did it.'
Closing his eyes and then opening them again he stayed silent, noticing it was about 2:00am.
Taking a deep breath he waited for something to happen...it was just a weird feeling he had now that something was about to happen. He often got these feelings.
Suddenly a terrible pain struck him in his scar. He pressed his head in his hands, and closed his eyes tightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths to stop himself from screaming.
Harry had trained himself not to scream at even the strongest amount of pain. He refused to let ever a single tears start to swell up in his eyes. Pain and fear was what Voldemort wanted and Harry refused to give in now.
There was one thing he knew now, he couldn't count on Dumbledore anymore, no matter what anybody else said.
Dumbledore...the one who kept him in the dark for so long. If he had told him the retarded prophecy before then maybe Sirius and possibly even Cedric wouldn't have died. He would have been so much more cautious if he had known.
Death...something he wasn't unfamiliar with and something he didn't fear anymore. He had seen it more times then a person his age should have. Another way he was abnormal.
Sighing heavily the pain passed...he knew in the Daily Prophet tomorrow that there would be mention of someone dying at the Dark Lord's hands.
Everyone was started to turn to Dumbledore for protection or help, they all though he was the key to beating Voldemort.
That was just plain old bullshit in Harry's mind.
Suddenly he did the oddest thing ever. Jumped up and quickly rushed over to his trunk. He dumped out every single book in it, which was a lot over the years. He had to put a charm on it to make it lighter. He had gotten Remus to do it on his last visit there.
Digging through them he finally came to his books from fifth year.
He sat down on his floor and started reading them, he knew he had to be ready, and maybe taking Hermione's word on studying was the best thing to do.
Hermione...she was the only one he completely trusted at the moment with Ron at a close second. He knew all and all, in the end; he could count on his two best friends to help him through anything. Although he was starting to get a little bit weary about Ron for some reason. Probably because he said to Harry in his last letter about how he shouldn't be all upset over Sirius...after all the dude was dead. Talk about being insensitive.
Suddenly a large barn owl swooped through his open window. It had the symbol for both Hogwarts and Order of the Phoenix on a crest. He knew it was safe.
Taking it he ripped it open to see his OWL results. His eyes glued to the sheet of paper for a minute without reading it.
A sudden feeling took over him and he looked down at the bottom of the page without even checking his scores. He felt rage built inside of him as he read the note at the bottom.
The one thing Harry felt more then anything now was anger. Dumbledore was taking over his life! He was making ever decision for him!
"Fuck him!" Harry roared out, not caring that he woke up his aunt, uncle and cousin.
Harry started to dig through his trunk, looking for something. Suddenly he hissed in pain and brought his hands into the dim moonlight. He saw a thin dark red line on his hand that was slowly starting to leak. He pressed the slash against a black shirt he had and yanked out the thing that cut him.
Harry felt sick, everything was just happening to fast for any teenager. Why couldn't he just be normal and have his main worries about girls or homework or what he was doing on the weekend rather then what's Voldemort's plan or who would die next or how am I supposed to defeat him?
Talk about a pressure load on.
He had no freedom anymore, Dumbledore even told him not to leave the damn house! All he wanted to do was live a normal life...or any life that he had control over for that matter.
He picked up his photo album and looked at the pictures in it. He knew he had a second set of each photo just in case he'd regret what he was about to do.
Slowly he opened his bedroom door and had tiptoed into the hallway. Luckily the Dursley's went back to sleep once they were sure he wasn't about to blow up the house.
He stepped into the living room and turned on the fireplace. It filled the icy chill to the house with warmth. Unlike last summer it was very cold and dark out.
Picture after picture he threw them into the fireplace. He felt like crying but his eyes gave off no extra tears then they needed to keep themselves clean.
As he got up and went back into his room, leaving the house with a disgusting smell, he looked back only once just in time to see his mother's face melt into the fire.
"Blood's thicker then water," Harry said, repeating his mother's words over. "But the bonds it leaves aren't always the strongest or the right ones."
He had no clue where that second part of the statement came from, but he knew it was true.
Yawning slightly, Hermione continued to write her letter to Harry, or rather a novel as he liked to call them since she wrote so much.
When she started writing she had been excited about her OWLs and what classes she was choosing, but towards the middle of her letter she lost some of that enthusiasm.
Her brother's Connor and Derrick were arguing and her mother was growling at them. Olivia had her music turned up full blast and Rob was playing a video game loudly. Her father was still at work. She had just the best family ever and that was said with much sarcasm.
Hermione had never told any of her friends about her brothers or sisters because, all in all, they honestly embarrassed her.
Hermione stared down at her letter and muttered, "I'm with my family, my own flesh and blood, why do I feel like I was just torn away from it?"
Her dark eyes looked up at the picture by her night stand. Harry had sent it to her. It was a picture of the DA all sitting together in the Room of Requirement.
"The home is where the heart is," she muttered the famous old quote. "And my heart is with all my friends...especially Harry."
At the moment she didn't mean for that statement to sound like something romantic or anything like that. She was currently sending her whole heart out to her best friend because she knew he needed every little bit of friendship and love he needed.
Hermione knew that Harry had been telling Ron and the Weasleys he was fine, and he kept telling that to Remus and Tonks, but she knew otherwise. He had mentioned to her that out of all of his friends he trusted her to keep his secrets the most so he told her exactly what he was feeling. Including how much he hated Dumbledore at the moment.
She wondered what Dumbledore had said to Harry that got him so upset, and the answer had shocked her beyond anything, how Dumbledore admitted it was mostly his fault for Sirius dying and how their ever strong headmaster stated he couldn't defeat Voldemort and how the strong wizard had cried.
One work that caught her eye in Harry's description was the constant use of the word "weak" and he kept saying over and over "It's always me, isn't it?" None of that ever made sense to the ever thoughtful Hermione Granger.
She jumped up and walked across her room and stared at the mirror. Her eyes were full of tears for some odd reason and she was shaking.
Suddenly she just felt rage fill her that only had occurred in her third year at Hogwarts when she hit Malfoy. She reared her arm back and slammed it into the mirror.
The mirror shattered and her hand was bleeding, but she didn't care.
She sat back down on her bed and stared at the blood on her hand and said, "I don't have any bonds with my own flesh and blood like I do with my friends. That's pretty sad."
Glancing at the door she wasn't fazed at all as her mother ran in asking if anything was wrong and staring at the mirror and her daughter's hand with shock.
'I just don't care if I worry her anymore...' Hermione thought. 'I'm probably gonna end up dying in the end anyway, so why bother?'
Ron stared at the letter Harry had sent him with shock. His best friend was pretty much telling him off!
Although now that he thought about it he could have been a little more sensitive in his last letter. But really how was he supposed to know what was going on inside Harry Potter's head when he told him nothing?
"Oh I bet he tells Hermione," Ron said with narrowed eyes.
He slumped onto his bed and stared around his bright orange room without watering eyes. Everyone else aside from the people that always saw his room would wince at the sight at he knew it.
There was a knock on his door and a voice said, "Ron, are you in there?'
"Yeah," he called out to his sister.
She walked in the room and sat beside him on the bed. The two had grown closer since last year, although they defiantly did fight over stupid things still.
"How's Dean?" Ron asked dully, referring to Ginny's boyfriend.
Ron stared at his little sister then said with a sigh, "I guess your right. I just thought things would always be the same. They're changing so much."
"Nobody knew Voldemort would be coming back and you would have something to do with him directly," Ginny pointed out.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Ginny said, "Just be glad you don't have to go through this alone like Harry does. Admit it, he has to and you know it. No matter how much you, Hermione, or Neville or even Luna and I are there it won't make a difference."
"I know," Ron agreed. "Ginny, lets make a promise."
"About what?"
"So long as we have the same blood in our veins, we will stick together through all of this," Ron said and held out his hand.
"Hey!" Ron said.
She giggled and said, "Can't take back a wizard's bond."
"I know," Ron said dully. "Especially when it's with a family member."
"Of course, bonds with someone of the same blood have to be much stronger then any other one," Ginny noted.
Nobody at Hogwarts could believe the change in three young sorcerers as they once again started their schooling.
Harry did indeed continue the DA, which was known as the Defense Association rather then Dumbledore's Army. As much as he hated Voldemort he disliked the Headmaster of Hogwarts just as much. He had a chance to go back to playing Quidditch, but he refused, much to everyone's surprise. Most of the time he was seen in the library with Hermione.
Speaking of the young witch everyone noticed she too had changed. She wouldn't hesitate to snap at anybody who insulted her friends. She had even gone as far as telling Snape off (she actually didn't get detention from him either, he was too shocked and forgot to give her one) and she had punched Malfoy in front of Professor McGonagall! All anybody could say was she really wasn't a witch anybody wanted to mess with anymore.
Ron too had change much. He was more serious then the last time anybody had seen him. Dean expected him to rip his head off but Ron had just came up to him and told him to take care of his little sister. He didn't show his fear as much as he used to and he too didn't put up with very much anymore just like his two friends.
What could future generations learn from this? Even the softest of hearts could be hardened because of death and war. But don't think every outcome has negative effects. Though many people's hearts hardened and many were broken, they all kept glowing brightly even in the darkest of times.
There was also a lesson in all of this. Although people would say the bonds created by blood were those that eventually won in the end, one young wizard knows it isn't true. In the end if wasn't the blood link between Lily Potter and her son Harry Potter that gave the wizarding world a second chance to live, it was the bond of love.
Although Harry had no clue if he would die or not, he knew one thing, in order for his mother to keep her vow he had to defeat Voldemort...even if it meant going down with him.
What were the bonds of blood to Harry Potter? They were the link between him and Voldemort, a link he refused to give into. How, then could he win if he didn't listen to the connection between Voldemort and himself?
He had no clue...but when the time came for the final fight, he was sure that his mother would help him through it. Not because of their same blood, but because of the bond of love that allowed him to live where she had died.
What do you think? What's do you think is stronger? The bonds between blood or the bonds between love?
Notes from the author
So, what did you think about this one? I know it's short and actually probably a little pathetic, but hey I did the best I could between working on other things. I know it's a little repetitive (like phrases in it are) but that can be a good thing as my English teacher pointed out. Repetition gets the point across that you want to get across.
So tell me what you really think!
Krystal Lily Potter