Red Angel

Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter

Rating: R

Thanks to my reviewers: Jackie (Yeah you are special, special ed,) Miranda G. Potter (I wish I could give you one but I afraid to ask Voldemort to give you one.)

WARNING: this chapter is evil, if you thought the dark mark was too much turn back now!

Chapter Eleven: Initial Pain

Almost two weeks passed and Tom and Lily had not visited. Something was wrong with James. His body felt as though it was missing something, but what? James started to feel sick with headaches and sometimes he got dizzy. James had yet to tell his parents about it.

Finally when it was a week that this had been going on James decided to tell his mother about his health problems. He wanted to tell her when he helped her cook.

"James do you think that you can cut the meat?" James's mother asked. Usually the house elves made the meals but sometimes Harriet like to.

"Yeah," he said as he reached for the knife.

Harriet gave him the knife while she busied herself putting some noodles in the pot. James was starting to get the hang of slicing the meat so he got cocky. He tried to cut faster and faster until he finally cut his hand. James was going to cry out but he realized that while he was feeling pain it also... it also felt good.

How could it feel good, it hurt! He looked at his hand. It was bloody and stained red. Why was there a good feeling rushing though him? He picked up the knife again and cut it into his other hand. The good feeling came onto him greater.

It couldn't be... it couldn't be that he liked pain.

"Mom can I be excused?" James said. "I'm done cutting the meat."

"Sure just clean the knife and put it away."

The knife and his hands were cleaned but the knife was never put away. James walked up the stairs with the newly cleaned knife shining in his hand. He arrived at his door where he swung it open and shut it quietly. He wanted that feeling to return but the way for this feeling to return was by inflecting pain upon him.

He stared at the knife that seemed innocent waiting to be used. What should he cut? He was wearing a T-shirt. Just above the end of the left sleeve was a mark. James rolled up his sleeve and looked at the dark mark. Why not? Why shouldn't he do something that made him fell good?

He brought his hand up to the top of his arm. He pushed the blade into his skin and watched the blood begin to fall. He traced the around the mark it all it already bloody glory. It stung but the great feelings of adrenaline overwhelmed him. But why did cutting make him feel good and where had he felt like this?

The answer jumped out at him. Lately the spell, the one that had been used on him for two years, had the same felling. James had thought that it was only an effect of the spell.

It was apparently not but James did not care. This time he lifted up his shirt and cut across his stomach. Once he mad three deep lines he rolled up his pant leg. A thought appeared in his head. What would the angel think? Unconsciously he had carved two initials into his thigh, JP and LE.

A/N: Please don't kill me!!!! It had to happen! The story doesn't work with out it!