Prologue-Snake In The Sky
Disclaimer: Its all j.k rowlings stuff, I'm just borrowing it
Authors Note: I've decided to start again, seeing as I felt my old chap's where crap. These ones will be longer, more exciting, with more action and of course, Harry getting more action ; ) (u guys/girls know what I'm talking bout). Also this is NOT a Harry/ Herm or Harry/Ginny story, 'cause they are way to common and annoy me, but Harry will be getting with a lot of girls, I mean come on, he's sixteen! Also, this is a 16+ because of the language, gore and scenes of a sexual nature, plus might not appeal to people looking for a love story, well that's enough about me, here's the start of…………………………
Harry Potter and The Hand Of Blood
The Quiditch stands shook as a human sized bullet shot in-between each stand , quaking in his presence. He was free. He could fly like this forever, soaring around the beautiful grounds of Hogwarts on this warm summers day. The wind twisted his robes as he sped across the sky, his broom shaking at the speed he had achieved. He decided he wanted to fly higher, higher than anyone had flown before. He wanted to soar higher than angels roamed, wanted to fly to the highest point a human could and go beyond that, to make the gods envy how high he had flown. He pushed up, moving into his broom, streamlining his body as he raced up towards the sky. He burst through the clouds, destroying wisps as he passed thorough the soft layers that blocked the sun. Then he saw it, the burning ball of light, the light of our world, the giant ball in a sea of blue. Harry was complete. A golden snitch appeared in front of him, flickering in and out of view, teasing Harry to chase him. He grinned, no snitch was going to escape him on this glorious day. As he chased the snitch over the wispy lands of the sky, he occasionally caught glimpses of Hogwarts, his home, through breaks in the clouds. It was beautiful to be here, nowhere else could give him this ecstasy. As he passed over another cotton mountain he noticed it was getting more and more windy. Harry gripped his broom uneasily, unable to shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Harry continued to fly, chasing the snitch. The clouds seemed to chase after the pair, turning black with their hate. Harry needed to get down, this was becoming dangerous. As he turned round, heading back to Hogwarts, he saw it. The Snake in the sky. The clouds had twisted and swirled to form the thing Harry hated. Voldemort. Harry shot out towards the face, his own twisted with hate. The winds seemed to be pushing him away, but he took no notice. As he finally reached it, the face laughed as it was destroyed when Harry stabbed through it. Suddenly, as Harry came out at the other side, a bolt of lightning shot his firebolt. Next thing Harry was freefalling down towards the ground. His black shape twisted and turned in the wind and he sped towards the ground. Harry knew it was over. He had lost.
The lighting continued to flash through the sky, and was soon joined by thunder and rain. Harry felt the soft pitter-patter of the rain against his soft skin. He slowly opened his eyes, and gazed out to what he assumed was the start of his afterlife. But after his eyes adjusted and the blurriness passed, he realised he was in the Hogwarts grounds. He pushed himself up, surprised his body wasn't painful at all. He'd fallen a couple of hundred feet, and nothing was sore. The dark clouds now surrounded the castle, as if creating a barrier, trapping anyone who was inside Hogwarts. Harry started to run as fast as he could towards the great door, as the rain took a sinister step and came down harder. The he saw it. The castle. The castle he had called home, was brandished with the dark mark. It flew high above Hogwarts' tall towers, chilling Harry to the bone. The lights in the castle changed, from the warm glowing yellow, to a deathly green. Harry felt sick. He sprinted even faster towards the door, but as a flash of lightning revealed, it was covered in blood. Harry couldn't help it, he collapsed onto the floor and was sick. He broke down ,there and then, into tears. He screamed out in anguish, in hatred. Then he saw them, flames licking the bricks that held the building together. That was it for Harry, he had nothing else to lose. He pushed open the blood soaked doors. As he walked through, he saw them, the death eaters. They where all standing behind the piled body's of the Hogwarts staff and student. Then bodies had been set on fire, and the stench of burning flesh toxicated the air. Harry puked again the second the smell came up his nose. He looked up and suddenly a hand burst into his vision. A slit appeared vertically down the palm, though nothing had touched it. The slit pulled itself apart and became a deep gaping wound. A light seemed to be emitting from the wound and to Harry's horror a ball of light shot out of the hand and hit him directly in the face. All Harry saw was light.
Harry Potter awoke drenched in a cold sweat at number four privet drive.
AN: Enjoy, next chap up soon, thanks to Calum and read and review please