Harry Potter and the Hand Of Blood
Harry gazed out of his window, unsure of what had just happened. His scar wasn't hurting, so that probably meant old Tom wasn't involved, but Harry was still unsure of what happened. Was this just a regular nightmare, or a sign of things to come? Harry hoped not, a war was coming. Harry was unsure about when and where the was would start, but he knew it was coming. He also knew he needed a lot more knowledge and power when it came to fighting. He simply wasn't strong enough to kill Voldemort yet, he had luckily escaped Tom several times, but now he needed to actually fight back. Harry needed to grow up. The order had always treated Harry as a child, this needed to change. Harry was the one who needed to kill Voldemort, and the order where keeping him out of the picture. He knew they had information valuable to the fight against Tom. Harry needed this, he needed all he could get if the light was going to eliminate the dark. But the dark had its uses. To much power was in the dark side to call it all bad. Harry would never want to use the unforgivable, but there was other spells considered dark, that could help the light. The order needed to fight fire with fire.
Harry was glad it was a clear night, it helped him feel secure, knowing that the stars where high above him. Harry was glad Sirius was still looking out for him. He had come to accept Sirius's passing, knowing he had died for a good cause. He had also come to accept that although he was partially to blame for Sirius's death, for not using the mirror he had given him, most of the blame lay on Tom, Bellatrix and Kreacher. They would all fall before Harry, they deserved to die.
Harry sighed, and moved away from his closed window. It was quite depressing thinking of all these horrible things that had happened last year. But Harry saw this as a new chance to turn things over, start a fresh. He enjoyed his new freedom, the Dursleys now completely ignored Harry, which allowed him to go out and do things which he had never been able to do before. Harry did a lot of jogging and cycling (using one of Dudley's old bikes) around the neighbourhood, he even found places he had never been to before. Harry also found he was quite a good swimmer, much to his surprise. During his second trial in the Triwizard Tournament he had doubted his ability, but went to his local pool non the less because of the heat at the start of the summer. At first he was a bit timid and his swimming was to be honest, crap. Several of the girls at the pool had laughed at this skinny, geeky boy trying to do front crawl. After almost three weeks of non stop exercising, Harry had become very fit. He supposed playing quidditch and duelling must of helped enhance his muscles, but it was finally starting to tone. He noticed that his swimming was getting really good, what he didn't notice was he was getting a lot of appreciative looks from the girls at the pool as well. Harry had begun to train himself and he didn't even realise it.
Harry chucked himself on his bed, bored. In the next few hours he would have to try and sleep (impossible) or just lie and wait for the sun to come up so he could go running. Then he noticed at the window that there was a lot of condensation beginning to build up at the window. He went over, looked out and saw an eerie mist slowly crawling over Privet Drive. It didn't look right, it had been as warm as the summer should be earlier in the week. This mist didn't seem natural, and a nagging voice in the back of Harry's head told him that something bad had happened. Shuddering Harry sat down at his desk. He lay his head down for a second, and as soon as his eyes had closed a large bang shook Harry's small room. With lightning quick reflex's Harry dove from his chair rolled on the floor. He was just about to grab his wand when a sharp poke from another's forced him to stop.
"Well well, if the Death Eaters knew that Potter was this easy to catch, he'd of been killed long ago!" A voice chided. Before Harry could react his body went ridged straight and fell to the floor with a soft thud. Harry's glasses had fallen off at some point so he could only make out two blurry figures.
"I never liked those stupid glasses, fix his eyes." A voice commanded and before he knew it his eyes focused and his vision was startlingly clear. Harry was overjoyed until he realised that Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange where standing over him. They where both staring down at Harry who was sneering at them with the up most hate. Harry was picked up, Ropes sprung out from Narcissa's wand and wrapped themselves around Harry, and then Lestrange's Petrificus Totalus was removed.
"You better let me go you fuc-!" Harry shouted before another rope covered his mouth.
"You better keep your mouth shut. We aren't hear to kill or hurt you. We need your help. We will help you in return, but before we arrange this deal, we want to show you something. Both the women stood know in the light where Harry could see them clearly despite their dark robes. They both pulled their sleeves up, on the arm where the dark mark should have lain, but nothing was their. Harry puzzled by this stopped struggling.
"Know that we have your attention..." and the two women laid out their stories to Harry. Harry once they had both finished, shook his head, shocked at the news. All this time Harry had assumed his only threat was Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Now he knew otherwise, he had another fish to fry.
"Don't worry Harry, we're gonna train you, your gonna be armed with some of the best duelling spells out there!" Bella exclaimed, who seemed, along with her sister, to have taken a shine to Harry after they had finished their stories. The tales of Harry's understanding and compassion which had disgusted the Dark Lord where true after all. Both women seemed confident that their cause would be completed with this young warriors help.
Harry knew what needed to be done. He was going to be trained, and then he was going to pass on his skills to others. He was going to fight the evil that had spread through the wizarding world. At all costs it will be stopped. Harry, Narcissa and Bellatrix stood together in the centre of the room, and then, to a muggles point of view, disappeared. To where? Grimmauld Place of course.
A/N: Sorry people this shouldn't have taken so long but I was on holiday, please more reviews, thanks to my reviewers so far. This chapter is short again but a big one next ( and I mean big ) any suggestions about the story or if you would like to know more, I will write to you on the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed and see you soon ( a week at the most!)