Spilled Blood:
With A Mother's Touch
A/N: Yes, I'm writing again but I'm not sure how long it will go on for though. Thank you all so much for the hopes and prayers for my friend and me. He is doing well and I'm a little less stressed out. Thank you all once again and I (or Lovesdaughter) will continue to update you.
My hands were drenched in her blood. Blood that had spilled from her body. I looked at Hermione, my heart sinking farther and farther down in my body as I stared at her. Her eyes were closed as she layed on the dirt ground, her clothes drenched in blood from the wound on her abdomen. Her face bloodied and scratched from spells, the fire and the ground. Her breath was in sharp pants as she fought for her life. I placed my hands over her wound to stop the bleeding. I fought the urge to drink her blood-every last drop- and leave. No, she needed me and I needed her.
"Fred please wake up please! Don't leave me!"
"George. George take James until Hermione wakes up."
"Arthur. No, Arthur…"
"Ron just keep holding on, Ginny hand me James."
"Fred, Emma needs a father! Wake up! Please!"
"George…your father."
"Fred, I love you. Just take care of Emma and me wherever you are. We love you…"
"Ron? Ron! Diana is Fred Okay?"
I killed the Weasley family, without trying. I had broken my relationships with them to keep them safe. Now they were almost all wiped out. Ron was dead, Arthur was dead, and Fred I wasn't sure if he was dead or not. Ginny and Molly were badly bruised with minor cuts. Diana was covered in soot and blood, Emma joining her. James covered in soot. Hermione…Hermione was almost dead. I killed the Weasley family, by leaving them. I let out a ragged breath, I was a monster. Why? Why them? What had they done to deserve this fate? I looked at Hermione and took another breath. She was going to hate me, I bent to and exposed her collarbone. I felt my fangs extend outward as I bit through her flesh, my venom spread through out her blood system…but that wouldn't be fast enough. I bit her wrists and ankles putting more venom into her system. I hear Hermione gasp as the fire ran through her veins. I ran over to Diana and kneeled beside her.
"Do you want me to save him?" I asked gesturing to Fred's body. Diana stared at me, then she nodded furiously.
"Yes! Please." She begged as I bit down on Fred's wrists, ankles and neck. His body gave a sharp jerk as the fire ran through his veins as well. Diana buried her face in my shoulder and cried, as did Emma.
"Will he be okay?" she asked
"He won't be human."
"I know."
"Do you promise to love him, even when his lust for blood controls him."
"I don't believe Fred could hurt me even if he wanted to." She replied
"He could-can, Diana. Though he won't want to he won't be…human anymore."
"When I marry Fred I'm going to make a vow to be with him through the good and the bad…I love him, Harry." Her voice became soft and she stared around the field, wet tears fell freely down her face as she saw the dead and injured Weasley's. Emma wailed in Diana's arm, the poor child was hungry and scared. Diana cradled the child and softly sang to the crying baby.
"I hear your voice now. You are my choice now. The love you bring, Heaven's in my heart. At your call I hear harps, and Angels sing. You know how I feel, this thing can't go on. I can't live my life without you…"
Emma's cries softened at the sound of her mothers soothing voice. A small innocent child whose father was doomed to eternal damnation. I turned my head and felt a few tears of my own escape my emerald green eyes as I saw the family that had accepted me into their home, all of them injured or dead. Arthur, the man that was like my father, layed on the dirt gravel sprawled out with blood seeping from a deep wound in the right side of his neck. Ron, the boy who was supposed to be like a brother, also layed on the gravel blood seeping from his nose, neck and a rather deep gash that was about three inches deep. The flesh curled back welcoming me kindly to his warm, sweet, mouth watering blood that was seeping from his body and onto the ground. George, the boy who was the brother I had wanted, injured but not dead. Molly and Ginny, the replacement mother and sister for my empty heart, minor cuts and bruises no serious injuries.
Fred and Hermione, the second brother and the girlfriend I let slip through my fingers, their bodies shaking with large convulsions as the Change started to take over their bodies, turning them into something inhuman. Diana and Emma, the 'soon-to-be-sister-in-law' and the perfect niece, bloodied and covered in soot as they watched Fred (Diana did most of the watching while Emma slept through her mother's soothing song.) change into something neither of them would be prepared for. The mother and daughter would be forced to live in darkness and suspense when their father and fiancé came back into the world as an immortal. Darkness to keep the sun away from his sensitive skin, suspense to wonder what he would do when he was enraged, thirsty or bored from the lack of excitement in the new life he would have to endure. Finally, James, my son or the closest I would get to a son, he had no idea what was going on. The terror the boy must feel, seeing his mother on the ground, her body lifting and falling as fire spread through her body. The wonder of where his father was, though I was only a few feet away, if his father was here to stay or was going to abandon his mother and him as soon as his mother had gone through the Change. I won't leave you James…you are my son and I love you more than anything…
A/N: I felt a shimmer of enthusiam and I re-wrote the chapter now it isn't so f*c*I*g stupid. Thank you again for the hopes and prayers and I hope to get another shimmer and write another chapter.
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