Seven years later and an eight year old Harry is slowly pushing himself back to his feet. With a small limp he walked over to where his wand had been blasted out of his hand and picked it up for perhaps the seventh time that day.

"Harry you're not getting the movement right, I told you flawless!" Sirius yelled from across the room, before demonstrating a quick clockwise twist and jab. "And the incantation is pronounced expelliarmus!"

Weakly Harry nodded and stood in his dueling stance, ready to begin. Sirius grinned at him, and sent a quick rictusempra at him, Harry saw the spell and spun to his right and yelled "Expelliarmus!" praying it would work this time. A jet of light shot out of his wand and smashed into the shield Sirius had lazily cast.

"Furnunculus!" Sirius shouted waiting to see what his godson would do. Harry thinking quickly, cast another expelliarmus directly at the incoming spell, as it reflected it back Harry quickly whispered "Expelliarmus," and after a half second wait he whispered another spell "Flipendo," and then he watched. Sirius reflected his original spell back with ease, and the second expelliarmus spell by Harry, but while he was distracted with that, Harry's flipendo smashed into his hip sending him spinning down. Harry rushed forward and yelled "Incarcerous!" to tie up Sirius. Sirius was grinning.

"Finally! Took you long enough pup," Sirius was saying as Harry undid the bindings.

"It didn't take that long! Viktor still can't even cast that jinx!" Harry complained loudly, Sirius laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Aw come on pup, you know it's not his fault, he's still busy trying to get his furry little problem under control, so you can blame Lucian if you must blame someone," Sirius gently reminded him. "Now come on, maybe he made some progress today, and besides, I'm starving lets go see what Sonja made today," As they headed up from the dueling room, Sirius contemplated their current living situation and just how lucky they were.

Lucian had generously offered them a place to stay, and they had been there since that night. Living in Bulgaria had many benefits, the best possibly being Dumbledore has no idea where they are. Since Lucian and his wife Sonja are well known and private people no one questioned it when a strange man and child began being seen with them in public. Especially since they even had their own little boy Harry's age, Viktor Krum, the two had become best friends nearly instantly. Apart from that the combined wealth of both Lucian and Sirius meant that they were able to stay in seclusion from the rest of the world for long periods of time before having to show their face in public. Also two father figures, meant two teachers, which in turn meant early training, excessively. Sirius knew the prophecy, and what Harry's scar meant, as did Lucian. They both insisted that the two kids learned magic the moment they could speak and think at the same time, they started teaching them dueling about the age of six, Harry exceeding Viktor in all but theory, but this is mostly because Viktor is struggling for mastery over his furry little problem. Pulling himself back to the present Sirius walked into the kitchen to find Harry bouncing around in his chair anxiously waiting to hear about Viktor's progress today. Sirius himself was also curious; they didn't have to wait long. Viktor walked in followed by Lucian with a large smile on his face.

"I can do partial transformations!" he announced proudly, Harry yelled and gave his friend a huge high five. Sirius grinned and flashed a thumbs up as Sonja rushed over to him and gave him a huge hug.

"Yes, now we only have to get the full thing down, you need to be able to do it anytime, day or night, at will," Lucian gently reminded his son. Partial transformation was good, but not good enough. "Don't worry, you'll get it soon enough, and then you can rejoin Harry and Sirius with dueling,"

Viktor brightened up considerably at his father's words. Harry just grinned again.

"So are we going to Geldkauft alley? " Harry asked quickly, their fathers had promised them that they could go last week, and still had not taken them. Sirius rolled his eyes at Harry's determination to go to what he believed was a slightly friendlier but just as dark version of Knockturn alley.

"What do you even want to get there anyway? " Sirius questioned him, knowing his godson, it was either something very expensive and rare, or...wait that was all he could possibly want. If it was anything less, he would have just ordered it via owl.

"Well I wanted a sword, and a blade kit, I want to learn how to fight with them," Harry gave Sirius a hopeful look, he knew Sirius hated his father's knife, but Sirius didn't know the potentional power that came from such magic. Neither of them will, until it's too late. "And I was thinking Viktor might want to as well?" This was directed more towards Viktor and Lucian than Sirius, Harry wanted a sparring partner.

"Yeah that would be cool! Can i dad?" Viktor wanted another way to keep ahead. He wanted to be able to fight at Harry's side when the time came.

Harry and Viktor had been told of the prophecy just over a year ago. Sirius and Lucian had told them in the hopes that it would encourage them to take their early training seriously, and they did. It was a little rough in the beginning, but now they did all that was asked of them and more. All of their free time was spent either practicing magic, or individually working on their skills. Harry with his rare powers, and Viktor with his form. Harry didn't know it, but he had already exceeded James' strength with blood magic, and he was able to cast several spells that he instinctively knew of their effect. A few days after his 7th birthday Sirius had explained to him all he could about Blood Magic, all that James' had told him at least, which was not much. He was able to tell Harry that it used your life energy and it was more powerful than any kind of regular magic. Blood sacrifice was the first spell that he had cast, in secret of course, using it Harry had been able to drain all the life force from a small rabbit, and absorbed it as a surplus to his own energy, a type of healing spell Harry had deduced. Blood wound was one of the more dangerous spells, and Harry realized he would probably be using it frequently in fights; it boiled the blood in the victims veins until they were dead. Blood control, is essentially the same as the imperius curse except you cannot fight it off, and you are aware of yourself being controlled. Blood wave, which is the spell James' used to against Voldemort that night, blasts hostiles away from you, and then has the same effect as blood wound. Blood shield, sucks the blood and energy from everyone in the area, and shields the caster with an impenetrable shield of energy and blood, this spell can be combined with Blood repulse. Blood repulse, takes all the blood and energy from around you, and lets out a shockwave of blood, those who are tainted by the blood die seconds after. But no one is safe from this spell except the caster, even then they take a large toll. The most devastating spell Harry knew of, was Blood Virulent Bomb. It tainted the targets blood, and turned them into a walking bomb, and once they blew up, their blood would taint others into becoming the same bomb, and so the cycle would continue. The cost of using these powers is very little, you use your life energy, and fortunately for Harry, he knows how to cast Blood Sacrifice, which James' was not aware of.

A few hours later the four apparated into the middle of Geldkauft Alley, Harry and Viktor by side-along apparation. Geldkauft Alley was really just a large block of perfectly similar shops that looked identical apart from the names. The particular shop they were looking for was labeled as Barbosa's Blades and Battle Equipment. Lucian had been a good friend of the original Barbosa, about 600 years prior. Lucian was born as the first werewolf to ever be able to transform at will, and retain control of his actions and mind, although he can only transform at night, during the day his human form is just as deadly, having had centuries to develop his fighting abilities, non magical of course. Point being, he is one of the few truly immortal beings, another was his Vampire wife, Sonja.

The group walked into the dark shop slowly, looking around, it looked like an ancient war museum. There were weapons everywhere, swords and battleaxes in glass display boxes, short katanas and butterfly knives neatly placed on shelves, the smallest blades were on the counter, and there were many armor stands with all kinds of defensive wear. Most fascinating of all, were the two amulets hanging on a glass case on the wall, with a large sign above them stating Do Not Touch. Harry and Viktor were having trouble keeping their eyes off them, they both felt as if they were being drawn to it...

"Hary, Viktor?" Lucian interrupted their thoughts, they both shook their heads in attempt to shake the compulsion to go wear the amulets. Lucian led them to an old man, early nineties at least, who led them over a case full of katanas and short swords.

"Now, my store is very different from any other shop you have probably ever been to, here, the weapon chooses the wielder, it will try to get you to want it, you need to give into that feeling, and the weapon will bond to you," The old man was explaining to them, Lucian and Sirius listened attentively but Harry and Viktor were finding it a little hard to concentrate, both of their attentions were focused on the pull they could now feel towards different sections of the store. They barely had time to register the old man saying "Now go, seek out the weapon calling for you," when they bolted towards said weapon. Viktor found himself near an old rusts glass case containing a large broadsword almost as tall as he was, which at age eight was not very impressive. The blade itself was worn from use, and its hilt was adorned with a menacing creatures face, it appeared to be half bat half wolf, it mouth was open in a feral roar. Viktor looked at it and grinned, he knew why it had chosen him. Lucian examined it, a look of approval in his eyes. Harry on the other hand, had run to the opposite side of the shop, before him was perhaps the most ancient case in the world, it was so old, he couldn't even see what was in the case, but he knew it was for him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barbosa sir, I cant see what weapon it is, the glass is too...old," Harry said the last bit a little softer as he didn't want to offend the old man, but his worry was unfounded. With a spring in his step matching that of a teenager, the old man walked over to the case and opened it with a flick of his wand, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.

"Thank you!" Harry was elated, and looked at the weapon that chose him. It was an old dagger, it looked to be around ten inches long, and sharp, very sharp. The there was no guard, but the pommel was a surprise, it was a jewel sphere the color of blood. The hilt was covered in small runes.

"That is curious, I never expected that blade to chose someone," the old man was muttering to himself.

"Why not?" Sirius asked curiously, he didn't care of the cost if the blade was to bond to his godson he would buy it. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no nothing of the sort, it's just that the last person to own this blade was supposedly a blood mage several centuries ago if you believe the legends, but either way it has so many enchantments on it that what kind of magic you used would probably not affect it in the slightest. Ah yes, both blade have complementary self sharpening charms on them, and the young man over there, since he is so small and is likely to grow much taller with age, his broadsword will grow with him." The shopkeeper said this nodding over to Viktor and Lucian, Lucian's eyes were alight with excitement, he obviously had never thought such a thing was possible. "The dagger on the other hand will keep its shape, and it has several spells on it, unfortunately it's so old that the only ones I know of are that its wounds cannot be healed naturally, and it is not able to be removed from you, it will stay with you always, even when you have to go to school, you will have no choice but to carry it with you, such is the nature of a blade bond," He paused for effect and continued "Yours on the other hand, it can and should be removed from you, it's obviously too big to carry around permanently, now if you'll excuse me for just a moment, I will go collect the sheaths for your blades, if you feel any other pulls, please, follow them," The old man lowered his head at his customers and went into a backroom.

"Viktor? You feel if too don't you?" Harry said walking towards the amulets; Viktor simply nodded and followed him. Sirius and Lucian, followed them, wondering what else could possibly want to bond with them. When they saw the amulets they were confused.

"Hey Harry, I don't think a necklace would be the most useful thing to buy, especially in a costly place like this," Sirius said slowly, until he saw the glazed over look in both the boys eyes, something was definitely calling to them. Sirius looked over to Lucian, who just shrugged as if to say, why not?

"Now then, if you could just…" The old man stopped speaking as he saw them at the amulets, the color drained from his face. "Merlin, I insist that you take them as well, free of charge with your blade purchase!" The shop keeper spoke very quickly. Harry and Viktor didn't need to hear him twice, they opened the case and picked up the amulets. Harry's was covered in garnets the color of dried blood, and it was bitter cold to the touch, until he put it on, once he was wearing it he felt pure power, and understanding. This amulet was knowledge he realized.

"What's it called?" Sirius asked the old man, who examined it on Harry for a moment before stating bluntly, "Lifedrinker." The old man then nodded at Viktor and said "His is called the Amulet of Fury," Viktor's was plain, but on the end of the amulet was a triangle shaped onyx, the tip glowing a dark red.

"Now how about we get you all on your way? If you would just step over here, and pick up your blades, you will feel a slight sting on your hand, and then they will bond to you," the old man indicated a circle he had drawn. Harry and Viktor looked to Lucian and Sirius for conformation, before stepping into the circle and grabbing their floating weapons. As they touched the hilt the felt a bit of their blood being absorbed, as if the blades were attempting to taste their soul. After a few second the sensation was over and the blade had appeared on the boy's with its sheath in position. Viktor's was in a large red sheath on his shoulder, easily accessible to his right hand. Harry's however, was a bit different, since his blade was much shorter, it had more options. The blade chose to hold itself horizontally on his left shoulder blade, also easily accessible to his right hand. The old man clapped his hands together.

"There, it is done. I thank you for your patience with me, but allow me to say one more thing, let the blade think for itself, you make a much more deadly weapon, with two minds fighting instead of one," and to Sirius and Lucian, he merely said, "The payment is as usual," Sirius was confused, but Lucian simply wrote out a galleon note, showed it to Sirius, who thought it was one or two zeroes too many, and handed it over to the Old man, "Lovely doing business with you once again Lucian," The old man said as they walked out the door, Lucian simply nodded, and said "And you too little one,"

Once they were out of range from the store, Sirius turned to Lucian and asked "You know him? Or should I say knew?" Lucian simply smiled and said "Yes, Sonja is his godmother," Sirius simply blinked, and said nothing.

On their way to the apparition point, there was a sudden scream, and a black skull with a snake crawling out of its mouth appeared in the sky. Sirius took one look at it, and pulled out his wand, sprinting over to where the dark mark had originated.

"Harry, take Viktor and hide now!" Lucian screamed before running after his friend. Viktor and Harry just looked at each other, before tearing off towards the alleyway between two stores, and ducking down.

"Do you think its…" Whatever Harry was about to say got cut off as a reducto spell blasted apart the wall they were currently hiding under. Harry rolled out the way, but stopped short as he saw Viktor laying underneath a pile of rocks, his head bleeding.

"Viktor!" Harry screamed before being lifted up into the air by a death eater grabbing onto his collar.

"Well, looky what we have here, a wittle baby boy who just lost his wittle friend," The young death eater started cackling to himself as he thought he had just achieved a major victory, not even aware of who the 'wittle' boy truly is. The death eater started talking again, he was looking at what was going on behind him.

Viktor was standing up, a feral snarl on his face as his body contorted and twisted, his skin turned black, and his face expanded as his nose became a flat snout, his eyes became more darkness, and his teeth became more canine, his arms were now bulging with muscle, and his fingers grew into large claws. The shirt he was wearing was stretched out and ripped apart as Viktor's body transformed into his true form, the form he had received from being the only surviving son of a love between a vampire, and a werewolf, a hybrid. Harry was laughing; he knew what would happen next.

The death eater was confused as he saw the little boy in his clenches begin to laugh, why was he laughing? He should be crying, pleading for life, not laughing. The death eater turned around, and was horrified. He saw some type of animal, standing straight up, where he could have sworn the body of a dead eight year old child had been moments before. Before he could even open his mouth to scream, the animal was upon him, smashing him aside as if he were a fly with his powerful arms. As he landed on the ground farther away, he looked up weakly, and into the face of the same animal. He didn't see anything else. Viktor used his powerful hands to literally tear the death eaters head from his body, and toss it aside as easily as you would toss a piece of garbage, onto the ground next to him.

Viktor began to change back as he approached Harry, his black skin became his normal tan skin, and he shrunk down. His nose became normal, and his eyes changed back. His claws faded back to become his normal eight year old hands. Harry was grinning ear to ear. He opened his mouth to congratulate him on his first full transformation, but was cut off.

Sirius jogged into the alleyway, before abruptly stopping, surveying the damage done to the wall, and then at the decapitated death eater. He just shook his head, before saying "You can both explain this to me once we get back to the manor, the attack is over, Lucian will meet us at home, he's just dealing with the government right now," Sirius held out his forearms to both of them.

As they grabbed onto his forearm, preparing for the feeling of apparition, he looked at them and said, "I can't wait to see you how you guys explain this to Sonja," They boys blanched.

Well this is my second chapter. Not really too much to say I don't think. Oh wait, nevermind. So the name of the alley I got from combing two german phrases together, guess what they were? And the blood spells are from Dragon Age the video game, which I do not own, and I simply added some extra stuff to it. as of right now, this was just a random attack like at the world cup, it had nothing whatsoever to do with some grand plan it was just a death eaters idea of 'fun' until it backfired. And lastly, im doing my best to not make it an immediate super Harry story, but it probably will become close to that. But don't worry Ill still make it possible for him to get hurt, after all, what kind of story would it be if the hero never gets hurt once right? oh right, and i changed the rating because i thought the last bit was a bit graphic and i just decided to play it safe. So anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you thought, and I'll try to have the next one out relatively soon.

~Rise Against Conformity