And, here we go again! Sorry to anyone with sensitive…minds? Would be the word?
Here's the next installment(not beat'ed, yes, i have those now!)
Chapter Three of the newly named Bleeding Runes: the Threads of Power
Revelations of a False Facade
Vernon smirked as Harry lay limply in his bed, tears streaming as the teenager fought to control his breathing. He didn't want to make a sound and give the sadistic man another reason to remain in his bed room for another hour. A bloody day after Christmas and he was already beaten to a pulp by the man so soon after a…customer left. Vernon backed away as he pulled Harry free from the cuffs hanging of the headboard of the pitiful bed, pulling his pants back up when he was off the mattress, licking his lips.
"You're lucky that you don't have any customers for the next week Boy." Harry whimpered. Not having any customers for a while usually meant that Petunia was gone for a while, and Vernon wanted him for himself or that he wanted to teach Dudley "how to be a man." That never ended very well. Torn from his musings Harry jumped, curling his body away from the cold touch as Vernon stroked his thigh, eyes lit with lust again before he abruptly turned and strolled out the room, slamming the door shut.
Breathe slowly. Harry told himself, trying to move from his position on his side, his entire body protesting the engagements. He ignored it with ease. Now feel…As he let a hand rise, from his palm magic started to rise of his skin, winding down his arm in slow spirals until it reached his shoulder. Pushing slightly more magic into the threads made them thicker, slowly rapping around Harry's shoulder and down his arm to the elbow to tighten into sturdy bandages once they touched his skin. Instantly, once they had tighten to mold into a second skin, Harry felt cool energy sooth the dislocated shoulder and started, looking at his arm in surprise.
The bandages I have created using my threads have never shown any healing properties. Unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth, he quickly wound up his body, feeling the burning that came with a forced coupling slowly dull until he could ignore it easily, a feat that usually took hours. I need to learn how to control this. Maybe it's like the other healing I am able to do...? A low grunt and he was sitting on his legs, a hand at his lower back. Eyes closed, he reached for his core once again, this time drawing on the magic distinctly green in his minds eye. There. The green energy, what he had associated with his minor healing abilities, and the blue, the threads, were mixing. Huh. How odd. So, maybe if I…? As he had done so many times before Harry directed the green energy of his core into his hand, letting it flow down his magical pathways until it rested at his palm, the skin to skin contact injection into his lower back. The release of pressure made him moan in relief, falling back onto his bed, and then shoot up in shock. He could feel the magic in his hand solidifying, becoming like a patch onto his skin. Raising his hand to his face, he saw a green spot on his palm slowly fade away, the patch like his bandages remaining in place, continuously sending the healing powers he sparingly had into his back.
Before I could only channel the green energy with my palm, and bandages only bound my wounds closed. Now it seems I can create a patch that stays in place, and the bandages seem to have slight healing powers. What now, I can heal other people too?
-Impressive, Master Harry.- Harry didn't even respond as he looked at little Xyl, the hatchling calmly resting on his lumpy near black pillow.
-You know I must tell what I have seen here.- Harry sighed,
-Like you even understand.- He whispered. Xyl seemed to hesitate, before he seemed to vanish, reappearing on Harry's wrist his silver tongue resting on his skin.
-I may not understand now, but I will in due time.- the snakeling paused –That and…Mother can read my memories.-
-So I could not hide anything even if I wanted to.- Xyl tilted his head in confusion and Harry sighed in exasperation, letting himself fall back onto his bed, hands thrown out over his head. Only to jump back up, stumbling onto his feet as he held onto his desk for support. If Xyl was here on his bed…
Where was the thread bird?
Dumbledore smiled happily as Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall quietly walked into his private study and ritual rooms located behind the Headmaster's office everyone knew of, Minerva coming into a halt in the room she'd only been in once, her eyes narrowed in slight confusion.
"And just what do you need us for Albus?" she started, holding her hands out at her waist. Dumbledore raised a hand, palm to her instead, turning to Severus.
"Do you have the work I required of you, my boy?" The Potions Master winced at the term, but slowly pulled a rolled stack of papers free, holding them out.
"The rune structure for Il Vincolo di Master e Slave. As you wished, Headmaster." Minerva blinked at the two of them.
"The bond of the Master and Slave?" She translated, her eyes going wide "But why would you need such a thing?" Dumbledore took the documents and unrolled them, laying them eagerly on his desk.
"Minerva, remember the talk we had about Mr. Potter's rebelliousness? And how we both agreed it would be best if we could curb such tendencies?" Minerva threw her hands up.
"Yes, but not through a Soul Binding Ritual!" She hissed furiously, her Animangus aspects becoming clear in her abrupt anger "Or did you forget this ritual binds the mind, body, and soul of the victim to the master, and they have no control over their life anymore?" Expertly ignoring the near cat-like spitting woman, Dumbledore pulled one sheet free from the rest, looking up at Severus.
"I trust the changes will be as I requested." Severus shot down the urge to sneer.
"Of course." He instead murmured docilely, eyes lowered. Minerva turned him in utter shock, brown eyes wide.
"What Severus has done, a remarkable task indeed, is combined the Il Vincolo di Master e Slave, with the La Vittima e Attraverso il Master Slave, The Victim and Slave through the Master." Minerva's mouth dropped
"You can alter and place Runes in a perfected Rune Matrix?" she asked, baffled. Usually, at least to her knowledge, when a Rune Matrix was Perfected, the term used for when a circle will 99.9% work, it could not be changed, nothing could be added or altered in the Matrixcy. She could not help but stare in shock as Severus nodded.
"While my most notable Mastery is Potions, I also have Masteries in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, and Rune Matrixities." Dumbledore hummed to himself, tapping a page.
"What I shall do is create a portal, a gateway to another dimension." Dumbledore declared, smiling to himself as he pulled another page free, the smirk that decorated his face as he gazed at the drawn out rune ritual something Minerva wished to have never witnessed "I wish to find a loyal young man, maybe a few years older than Harry, with true mental and physical strength and a just mind, so he may train Harry for the tasks that face him ahead." Unable to understand Minerva slowly started to shake her head "I will use the Il Vincolo di Master e Slave to tie this young man to me, and the La Vittima e Attraverso il Master Slave to tie the boy to Harry, and thus me as well." Minerva stared blankly at her mentor, stunned.
"That is illegal. Everything you have planned, pulling a young man out of his world, binding him against his will and then to Harry-also against what both of them must wish-" Dumbledore straightened, brilliant eyes frosting over.
"If you think you can get away with the knowledge of what I am about to do, you don't understand the lengths I am willing to go through to make sure Mr. Potter is prepared for what lies ahead." Dumbledore told her coldly. Severus spun around, catching the older woman's arms behind her back as Dumbledore raised his wand.
"I'm sorry, Minerva." Severus whispered softly as he gazed at him in shock. "But those years ago, when Dumbledore once told you I had no choice in my loyalties to him, he meant it." After a moment, he gently pressed her down the ground, her wand in his hand.
"You will stay here." Dumbledore started, wand in hand, as he turned to the rune circle chalked on the floor, no doubt drawn by Severus, on the floor. "You, as a Transfiguration Mistress, have no doubt been trained in the delicate art of changing the gravity and air molecules around a target. This boy may need it to survive his first moments in our Dimension you know. You don't want the boy to die, right?" Minerva shook her head, closing her eyes with a defeated sigh.
"Good." And then Dumbledore raised his wand,"Con mio potere aprire questa porta, ora da parte mia posso chiamare!" Dumbledore intoned, wand flowing through slowly revolving loops, the eternity symbol pulsing in the air above the rune circle.
Forever. Minerva could not help but think, staring at the symbol, one she often saw young Mr. Potter wore on the inner parts of this clothing, save the loops were made by a snake. Does that mean this child is trapped her for as long as he lives?
"Quello della mia scelta, da parte mia sarà portato qui!" The runes flashed to life, a large dome appearing, growing to at least twice over Dumbledore's head. Eyes bright he smirked weaving more power into his voice, "Poteri vincolata, vincolata spirito, venite prima di me! rimuovere tutte le lega alla vostra vita, diventano di questo mondo!"As they watched, the dome wavered, and then a hand appeared through the sheet like film, covered in bright red blood.
Chirping angrily the thread bird seeming glazed at the thin air before, wings lifting slowly as it dematerialized, painstakingly shifting its way through the expansive wards surrounding its target's home, the intricate magic invisible to the naked eye.
Voldemort was waiting for it, having sensed it start to slither through the wards. With a thought he disapperated from his office to stand at the inner ring of wards, a hand held out for the creature as it appeared, slowly reweaving it's self as it perched on his fingers, the recorder held in the air by a loose strand at it's side.
"You're back faster than before." Voldemort commented absentmindedly, "You do understand that I have a spell on the recorder that let's me know when it reaches the house, and when it is used, right?" The thread bird made an angry noise, before letting out a cheep of impatience.
All it got was an upraised brow.
While Voldemort knew the creature to be slightly intelligent, he did not think it possessed the capability to act so…worried. Frantic even. The recorder dropped into his hand as the bird rose, vanishing as it wove its way back through the wards of his home. Voldemort got a second to see that the button on the recorder was pressed on play, before a loud scream echoed out of the speaker. Blinking rapidly, Voldemort listened to the recording, face growing darker with every minute that passed.
"Shut up, you godforsaken stupid boy!" A voice hissed. The whimpering continued, but a low moaning hiss was added, followed by a loud smack "Do you want the whole blinking subdivision to hear you??" Then he could hear Harry, and the words the child spoke nearly made him crush the recorder.
"Maybe you should get the hell out of me, and we can talk about me screaming?" Unwilling to listen to the boy be beaten for that remark, Voldemort erased the recording, strolling back into his home as he pressed the red button.
-Remain where you are Harry. I know now what happens in that house, and I am coming to get you so we may speak privately, face to face.- Pausing the recording he strolled through his office door, forcing it open in such a way that the door bounced on the opposite wall with a crack that echoed through the floor of the house. There…on his desk was the address Severus Snape had worked for years to get for the Dark Lord. As he thought of what to do with the small slip of paper, a smirk grew on his face and he brought the recorder back to his lips. –And I do know of the wards surrounding that place, but remember, they protect you from those that wish you harm. Obviously, something has gone wrong. I doubt they will stop someone whom wishes to save you.- The smirk grew as he raised a hand, bright green threads exploding from his palm.
Kisame Hoshigaki watched as his partner lent back on a tree, one hand limp as he slowly bandaged his abdomen, panting loud enough that if they all weren't already dead, their persuers would have already found them.
"This is rediculus." Itachi spat voice holding more anger in it's tone than Kisame had ever heard from his sixteen year old partner. The teen's red eyes were two chips of iced over rubies as he wrenched his right arm back into the socket, the fingers of his hand twitching speratically. "How did so many of the hunter-nin manage to sneak up on us without us completely unknowing??" Kisame shook his head, flexing his own wounded hand, Samehada clutched in the other, covered in blood
"I didn't see them until they attack you." He started slowly, tapping a dagger still in the teen's shoulder blade. Itachi's back muscled twitched at the movement, revealing the golden markings along-side he blade "There are runes on the hilt." He spoke in alarm.
"It will not come out." Itachi informed him dryly, "The blade hit some of my nerves I believe. I have no control from the elbow down." He raised a hand, and then cried out in shock, black eyes wide in surprise. The hilt flashed, runes along the surface glowing. Kisame backed a step
"Oh shit." Itachi fell to his knees, smoke the scent of burning flesh erupted from the wound, the blade frozen in place as the clothing, and even the skin around it burned away. Kisame marvled to see that Itachi remained silent, the only sign of the agony being his paler than healthy skin and the hand that clawed at the ground. Then the teen pitched forward, eyes wide with shock as the earth gave way, turning black around him. Before Kisame could react, Itachi was gone, sucked into the ground.
He didn't know it then, but he would never see the Itachi he thought he knew again.
Minerva didn't know whether to be in awe, or deeply angered as a young man appeared out of the portal, slumping to the ground in a position that made the wound at his back all the more visible, the hilt of the blade glowing with the runes of the ritual used to bring him here. Pulling her wand free from Severus' limp grasp Minerva quickly contained the boy in a bubble of pure magic, charming it to settle to the gravity, air pressure, and atmosphere he was born in.
Dumbledore was panting from where he stood, leaning back on his desk, face morphed into a smug smirk.
It is done. Soon, all I need to do is complete the next ritual, and the Dark's obliteration is upon us. Severus slowly came up on the boy, talking slowly
"If you understand me, please let me know." A single red eye snapped up and Severus barely hid his flinch at the anger and pain held within the gaze
"-Stay away from me.-" the words where hissed, in Japanese. Severus took only a second to think on the oddity of that before falling to his knees.
"-I am sorry for what I am about to do.-" The teen stared at him, tensing when Severus brought up his wand
"-Then why do it?-"
"-Because soon like you, I have no choice.-" the teenager didn't give him a chance to feel remorseful. Before Severus could raise his wand, the boy stood, surprising all around him, and pulled cold steel from his cloak, throwing.
Fifteen year old Theodore Riddle looked up from the tome he was reading, eyes widening in shock.
It felt like his lungs were burning, the feeling spiking in intensity with every breath, fire dancing along his spine, rolling through his nerves in a play he wished to forget.
For a moment he could not move, the pain overwhelming his mind, but slowly, what felt like years, he could think again, and understand, just where the pain came from.
And it's source baffled him.
He had known he was an identical twin from since he was a small child, knew that the thin bond he could sense in the back of his mind should give him the strong emotions of his brother at anytime, but that his shields would hide them. Those shields didn't last him seconds when the agony flared.
But he never knew that pain this excruciating without opening his body existed.
The Cruciatus Curse sent every nerve ablaze. Other spells cut the skin open, rotten the victim from the inside out…
However, this pain, like someone was ripping him open from the inside out, a hand deep in his body forcing it's way out while random areas of his body simply burned. The tome slipped from his hands to land heavily on the floor as he fell backwards, unable to move and tears falling as the door to his study burst open.
"Theodore?" Tomas Riddle could see the magic around his son's body, pulsing oddly, the vibrant magic lessening as he paused. So soon after hearing of Harry's rape his temper shot through the roof, and he pulled his wand free.
"Finite Incantatem." The Dark Lord hissed, snarling in fury when the spell did nothing.
"F-father-" Theodore stopped letting out a rattling cough, bending over double where he sat, eyes wide as the bond in his mind wavered, the already thin grey-green strand dulling "I-it's c-co-ming from Brother…"
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Translation:
"By My Power I open this Gate, now by my will I summon! The one of my choice, by my Will be brought here! Powers bound, spirit bound, come before me! Remove all binds to your life, become of this world!"