Black Blood

Chapter 1: No Turning Back

Doors whizzed past him. Screams past him. Green lights shown from behind closed doors. He could hear vociferous screams whichever door he past. Plates of witches and wizards name flew past him as he ran. The pictures turned from solid to skeletons. They glared down at Harry. Pictures of witches and wizards, who'd succumbed to the dark side, or to Voldemort, screamed warning threats of murder.

Harry Potter walked down a black corridor. As he walked, candles lit on the wall. Pictures of witches and wizards on the wall glared down at him. Harry saw one picture of Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, looking down at Harry. But when he noticed Harry looking back at him, he quickly looked down the corridor.

Next to Dumbledore was a picture of Dolores Umbridge. She didn't bother hiding her deathly glare. Still, she was as unforgiving and ghastly as she had been in Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"He shall have his revenge," Umbridge hissed at Harry. "You may think you have won, but you haven't. I'll make sure of that."

"Oh, shut up, Umbridge," a picture of Phinus Nigellus next to Umbride's said. "How dare you talk to Mr. Potter like that. He's been through a lot, no thanks to you, of course. Now. Off you go, Harry. Umbridge has been going through a great ordeal since, well, you know. Best not bring it up again, I presume? But, nonetheless, everyone agrees that she deserves what she got. On with you, boy. And remember, your future, lies within your own heart."

Harry quickly looked away. He realized he was getting close to the end of the corridor. He could see one final door only a few feet away. Candle flames turned to a sickly red as he walked past doors on either side of him. Sweat dripped down his forehead and neck.

His parents flashed inside his head. His mother's red hair flowing with the wind. His father...right beside his wife. In his eyes a look of love. They were smiling. A twinkle of happiness was in Lily's eyes. Harry felt a teardrop trickling down his cheek.

In a blink of his eye, he saw a blinding green light. He heard his mother scream and an evil laughter filled his mind. One last vision Harry had, before his parents disappeared from his mind was his mother. Lying on the ground. Her beautiful green eyes blood shot and held a look of fright. Her face tear stricken. His dad lying on his stomach a few feet away. A green light erased his parents from his view.

But then his parents came back to his mind. They were still alive. But it was only a matter of seconds or minutes before they both were killed. Harry didn't want to see his parents murdered. But then again, he wanted to know how his parents could've surrendered their lives for their son. And, he wanted to see his parents for as long as he could. His mother's scream raucous.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Harry heard his mother scream in his head. His head started to feel like too much weight for him to hold on his body. His eyes started to become blurry. His feet wobbled everywhere. His parents returned to his mind again. He could still feel someone trying to block them. But it was useless. His power of love and care was obviously greater than the person who was trying to block Harry's parents away from him. Harry could only think of one person who would do this to him.

"It can't be..." Harry whispered. He looked frantically around, looking for any sight of danger. He didn't see anything unusual, only pictures of wizards and witches. They didn't take notice to Harry's abnormal behavior. They just looked frozen. Even Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard Harry knew, seemed oblivious and frozen to Harry strange behavior.

But somehow, their pictures were demeaning. He couldn't trust them. Not even the picture of Dumbledore. The twinkle in his eyes didn't look as reassuring as it once had. It looked like a lie. Harry could see a trust in his eye, but still the lie that lie within. How could he trust him now, when he couldn't even trust himself?

Nothing seemed the same anymore. He started doubting his best friends. His family. Dumbledore. His choice to remain on the good side, when he would be great at serving the Dark Lord.

Then he remembered what his parents had done for him, saving him when losing their own lives. He couldn't disappoint them by surrendering to Voldemort when they had helped him and given him his special gift. He wouldn't do it. No matter what Voldemort, his servants, or any possible Dementor around could do to him, that was one thing he wouldn't do. He would stay with his best friends and defeat Voldemort. Even if that meant death itself.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-." She didn't know how right she was. That she would be killed instead of Harry. Apparently, that had not been part of Voldemort's plan. He had meant to just kill Harry. But his parents refused to let him. Until, their word meant nothing to Voldemort. Once he had them out of the way, Harry would be his o murder. No one could stand in his way. Except, his mother's act of love. But still, Harry wished his mother hadn't surrendered to Voldemort and let him kill her. Harry felt guilt glide over his body.

"Mum, no!" Harry heard himself yelling to himself. He fell to the ground. He tried to lift himself. Soon, he was on his knees and hands. He shut his eyes and breathed heavily. He couldn't bear to see his parents in pain. But their pain was everything to Harry. It was what caused him to be so defensive and brave. He wanted to prove to everyone that it was a good thing he was still alive. Even to his enemies. He wanted to make his parents proud of whom he'd grown into. No matter what state they were in. He knew they could still see him. That they were watching him grow up. Their love was what kept Harry going. No one could stop Harry from living out his dream of seeing his parents again. Even if that meant death. If he had to die to see his parents again, he would willingly take it. That is, as long as he was taking Voldemort along with him. To his grave.

"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy..." His mother screamed and Harry screamed along with her. But where was his father, James Potter? Why wasn't he helping her? Could he already be dead? The screaming stopped and he heard a thud. He snapped his eyes open and looked around. He was still in the corridor. He stood up leaned against the wall. Straight ahead of him, to his astonishment, was a shiny plate that said:

Headquarters of:

Mr. James Potter and Mrs. Lily Evans Potter

33CB

Could this be it? Could this be where Harry could finally talk to his parents face to face? His heart beat with anticipation. He couldn't wait a second longer. The pressure took over his body and he couldn't take it any longer.

Harry didn't take another second to think. In lightning beat speed, he put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it. The room was dark. No light shone within the room. Harry took one step in when he heard a loud SLAM behind him. Panic swept over him. But he wouldn't let himself go crazy over a sound. At least, not until he found out what it had been to close the door without Harry seeing.

He turned around and saw the door he'd entered shut. Green lights turned on from the ceiling making the room look a luminescent green. A shrill laugh came from the middle of the room, wherever that was.

Harry was beginning to get scared. He turned around and tried to open the door. But the door wouldn't budge. Harry pulled harder. His hand slipped and he fell to the ground. A green light fell down on him. He looked down at his body. The light made him look green. His green eyes were pale compared to the light. If someone were to look at him right now, they wouldn't notice him. Well, they'd notice the scar. But they wouldn't think it was Harry Potter because of his eyes.

But that was all Harry had ever wanted. He didn't want to be the Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived' as many people called him. Since he was the only one to ever have lived when The Dark Lord wanted to kill him. Harry wanted to be the same as everybody else. He wanted a normal family. He wanted to be able to see his parent's everyday. Instead of having to live as 'the boy who lived.'

He knew some points of his life were great. Like, his friends loved him for who he was. Not for the famous Harry Potter. His teachers, with the exception of Headmaster Dumbledore, treated him like they would any student. Well, most of them.

He was just your everyday sixteen-year-old boy. Not so normal, actually. What separated him the most from people was that he was a wizard and his lightning bolt scar. But other than that, he was typically normal. He did most things normal kids did during the summer.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-." Harry heard his mother yell again. But it wasn't in his head this time. He heard it a little distance away from him. Blinding yellow fireflies flew around his head. The buzzed with fury. Colorful dust followed them wherever they flew.

Harry prayed for this to just be a horrible nightmare. He wanted to be anywhere nut where he was right now. This was too much to bear. He was living out his most horrible memories like when a Dementor was around. Nothing felt right anymore. He felt cold, alone, and miserable.

"Mum," Harry yelled. "No!" He didn't want to hear and/or see his mother in danger. He wished she would come to him and hug him. He desperately needed a hug from his mother. He wanted to see her alive and safe and sound. He needed to see his parents before he too died. Something inside told him he was going to die tonight. The last thing he wanted to do was have to die without seeing his parents. He had to show them that they had had a brave boy. Now, growing into a man at such a young age. Bravery and courage of a man, but the age of a boy.

"Mum!" Harry yelled. "Dad! Don't let yourself die!"

"Ooh," a shill voice teased back. Harry tried to make out whom the voice belonged to. Then it hit him. "Ooh. Mama no! Please don't!"

"What do you want from me," Harry asked.

"What I want from you, is for you to give up," he said.

"Give up what?"

"Give up what? Give up what?! Give up your life of course! Or..."

"Or what?" Harry heard footsteps coming towards him. The green light became fiercer. Soon, the person was right behind him. Harry slowly turned around, only to face the man who'd haunted him for the past five years.

"Master," a whiny voice squealed. "You shouldn't go up to him. It could be trap. You know what he did to...Lucius."

"Quiet, Wormtail," a haunting voice yelled. Harry didn't need to think about whom that person was. "Don't ever say that name in my presence again. That foul... sufferer. But do you seriously think that a sixteen-year-old boy can play a trick on me?! Well, do you?"

"No. Never, Master. I would never think that. He is nothing compared to you. Nothing compared to you. Nothing...compared...to...you..." Wormtail's voice faded away and silence followed him.

"That's what I thought. Now, where was I? Oh yes. Or...join me." Straight ahead of Harry, was none other than Lord Voldemort.

Rushed thoughts flied through Harry's mind. Along with hate rid. All Harry wanted to do was kill Voldemort. He knew that time, when one of them would be kill in duel, would come one day. That day, however, would not be today. Harry painfully waited that day, but at the same time, dreaded that day. There would be a fifty-fifty chance Harry would die. He didn't want to die, but if he did, it would be battling he enemy, Voldemort.

"Never," Harry replied. He narrowed his eyebrows at Voldemort. His red bore into Harry's. Harry could see his reflection in Voldemort's baldhead; sweat dripped down his forehead. His messy black hair stuck to his sticky forehead. His glasses were cracked and tilted. The dark blue shirt he wore was damp and clingy on his body. His Hogwarts robe clung loosely on his shoulder.

"My parents risked everything, even their lives, to have me be able to live. I will not disappoint them in going over to you. I vowed myself a long time ago, that I would make my parents proud of me by destroying you. Ever since I was born, you haven't done anything to help me. Now why should I help you?" Harry would never in a million years surrender to Voldemort. He wasn't going to show everybody that he was weak. He would destroy The Dark Lord before dying. That was one thing he'd make sure of.

A frail body appeared from Voldemort. Harry glared at him. Since his third year, he'd caused nothing but emotional pain for Harry, his two best friends, and his godfather, Sirius Black. If Harry hadn't been lying on the bumpy floor, or with Voldemort in the same room, he would've attacked him. He could've killed him in a second. He'd caused enough chaos for Harry to last a lifetime. But with Voldemort in the same room, he probably wouldn't make it out of the room alive. That is, if he could get out. The door was jammed and there was no other entrance that Harry knew of. And there was no way he'd get to it without having to pass Voldemort.

"Master," Wormtail squeaked again. His voice was filled with horror, but at the same time, glee. He thought he was finally going to see Harry Potter, the boy who lived, dead. Wormtail might've had no right to kill Harry, after he spared his life in Harry's third year, but he still wanted him dead. His master would take care of that. "It's a trap! He obviously brought a back up plan along with his pitiful bod-."

"Me?!" Harry asked unbelievingly. "Me? Pitiful? You should talk! You're worthless! You sold your best friends, my MUM and DAD, out to Voldemort so you wouldn't have died! They would've given up their lives for you! And you KILLED them! Selling them out to Voldemort so that he could kill them is the same as killing them yourself. You think you're so powerful because you're basically a slave but you're NOT! You're not, and you never will be!" Tears streamed down Harry's cheeks. He hadn't realized that he had been crying as he screamed at Peter Pettigrew, or as his Animagus name Wormtail.

Peter (Wormtail) quickly hid behind his master. His body shook with fear. Voldemort roughly pushed him away from him. A soft thud was faintly heard as Wormtail hit the linoleum floor. Voldemort spat at his pathetic servant. How could he have ever let a loser for a servant? That was the one question Harry often asked himself. He was always neglected. He never did anything right and failed at anything he did.

"How could you trust him," Harry whispered to himself.

Voldemort saw Harry's lips moving and said in a teasing way, with his hand to his ear, "Terribly sorry, Mr. Potter. Didn't catch that. Would you mind repeating that?"

Harry glared at the both of them. He didn't understand why Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew had become a servant to the dark lord. He had been his mum, dad, godfather, and his favorite professor's best friend. They had trusted him. Only to find out that 'good boy Pettigrew' would soon one day sell his two best friends out.

"Well, Potter?" Voldemort asked, still wondering what Harry had said.

"Nothing," Harry said. He still couldn't understand why Voldemort would trust a liar in the first place. A liar that would gradually sell him out if he could get some money with it.

It's because he tried to help him destroy you, the voice in the back of his head echoed many times.

Wormtail squealed, quickly changing into his Animagus form, a rat; which suited his personality perfectly, and hurried away.

Harry heard Wormtails' nine nails clicking against the linoleum floor. Fear swept over his body. It was only Voldemort and Harry now.

"Don't you want to see them again?" Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it next to him. In a blue flash, Harry saw his parents. James and Lily smiled at Harry. They looked too real to be dead. Lily's kind and gentle face glowed with a white sensation to Harry, her eyes sweet and beautiful. James had a fatherly look in his eyes. He looked at Harry as if he was just seeing his lost son for the first time. Well, it had been fifteen years since he saw him, but never as a young man.

When Voldemort disappeared, Harrys parenst appeared out of nowhere.

Lily stuck her hand out for Harry to hold. Harry stood up and started walking up to his parents. His consciousness died and carefree. He didn't care what happened to him, as long as he got to see his parents. Anticipation raced down his spine causing the hairs on his neck to stick on end. As he walked closer, his lightning bolt scar burned. Harry put his hand on it and winced.

"Save us, Harry," James said. His tone was caring. But, somehow, deceiving. Harry didn't know if he could trust his own fathers' voice. His voice was promising with love, but fake. Fake with too much trust he was trying to put into Harry. Harry hesitated. Could that be where Voldemort was? Taking the ghost forms of Harry's mother and father? Could Harry see a part of Voldemort in his fathers' eyes? Harry stopped and tried to look looker into James's eyes. He didn't see anything, but he still couldn't trust him. Harry's heart raced with anticipation and hesitation. But the promise of his fathers voice and his mothers innocent eyes, gestured Harry closer.

Harry walked closer. But when he was about three feet away from his parents, he saw someone behind Lily and James. Harry froze. The pain in his scar went away.

Was this a trap? A trap of Voldemort's to distract him with the gorgeous creature so he could kill Harry? Or could the girl be trying to save Harry?

No. She wouldn't be saving him. Or Voldemort would've destroyed her by now. He was trying to make Harry's pain and consciousness go away with the girl so he could kill him.

Harry didn't know what to do. He couldn't trust the girl, himself, or even his own parents. Should he save his parents or surrender himself? What was happening to him?

She smiled at him. Harry's heart sped up. Her body was outlined with an angelic glow. Her reddish/blackish hair flew around her head. The black gown she wore made her body look like a supermodels body.

"Well, Potter," Voldemort asked in the air around Harry. "Will you save your parents? Or do you want me to make you relive the deaths?"

Harry looked back over at the girl.

"Go to them," she said. She smiled at him. As she smiled, Harry's scar burned. He fell to the ground on his knees, breathing deeply. His hand felt around for his scar and felt something sticky. When he pulled his hand away, and saw what was on his fingers, Voldemort reappeared and Harry's parents disappeared.

Harry looked at his fingers again and saw black ooze.

"Ah," Voldemort sighed. "I see you've noticed the girl. If you want to live, sacrifice her."

Harry looked back at the girl. Glistening crystal clear teardrops fell down her cheeks. Her skin looked pale and struck with fear.

"He said it wouldn't be like this," the girl slowly said. "He said all he wanted was for you to join him and he wouldn't kill you."

Harry looked back at Voldemort and saw that his wand was pointed at the girl. He looked back over to the girl.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and disappeared.

"Looks like your only helper is gone," a hissed voice said from behind Harry. He turned around and saw Voldemort's wand now pointed at Harry's chest.

Strange words started pouring from Harry's mouth. He didn't understand a word he was saying. All he knew was that it was working.

Harry looked up at Voldemort. His wand was lowered. Fear froze his face. His pale face, usually cold and evil, looked paler than usual and covered with fright. His red eyes stared at Harry frightfully.

Harry kept on repeating the words. Before long, Harry couldn't say them any more. But he knew they had had an effect.

Voldemort disappeared. But not before Harry heard one more scream from his mother.