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Blood Cocktail	By : DrackenLady Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24768 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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            Privet drive was silent at 3 AM. Generally, most places in the suburbs were at this time, and for a street that prided itself on its normalcy, why should it be any different. The silence was however broken by a sharp crack. In front of number four now stood a woman, staring sullenly at the house. She had wild, curly unkempt hair down to her waist, deep brown eyes that looked almost black and a pale complexion that looked like it had not seen the sun very often. She was wearing a black dress with black boots and was holding an ebony piece of wood loosely in her right hand.

            Staring at the house, she did not move until her lips twitched into a vicious smile when she saw a white bubble surround the house, getting more solid by the second. Unknown to the occupants, she had watched the house for the past two years on the exact same date, at the exact same time. Always on October the 31^st at 3 am. Because at exactly that time, the blood wards protecting the house were at their weakest. When Albus Dumbledore had placed Harry Potter here nine years ago, he did so at exactly 3:12 am. That made the wards renew themselves on a cycle, at 3 am each year on this day they would be the weakest until they were fully renewed at 3:12 am when they would be their strongest until the next year.

            The woman knew she had to work quickly, when the wards were visible that meant they were the weakest. She had to get inside and get the boy she had no time to waste.

            Walking towards the door, the wards were easily manipulated to let her in. Opening the door with a quick alohamora she hurried inside, and straight up the stairs where she guessed the bedrooms were from the amount of snoring she could hear. Rushing down the hall, she opened the first door she came to, finding it filled with junk and broken toys. Opening the door opposite to it, she discovered the source of the snoring was an obscenely large whale of a man and a rail thin woman. Opening the third door she discovered another obscenely large whale, only this one in the form of a boy. Thinking he was the one she was after, she raised her wand but stopped herself from casting the spell when she noticed the blond hair on his head.

            Backing away, she wondered where the boy had gone. She knew this was the house, he could not have gone anywhere else otherwise the wards would not be on this specific house. Checking the time, she saw she only had five minutes left. Cursing under her breath she headed down the stairs and reached for the door, damning Dumbledore to hell as she went. She glanced down the front hallway as she was leaving and froze when she saw a cupboard under the staircase. She could have sworn she heard breathing coming from there…

            Quickly unlocking it and knowing she was running out of time, she smiled manically as she realized she had found the boy. Checking the time quickly and noticing she had less than a minute to go, she quickly forced a portkey into his hand as she felt people apparating into the house. As they spun away, she saw Dumbledore aiming his wand at her.

            “DAMN IT!” she yelled in anger as soon as she landed. “How did they find out?”

            Harry snapped awake when he felt someone grab his hand and force something into it. Looking around, he saw a woman he had never seen before standing over him before he felt a tugging sensation underneath his navel before he began spinning at a sickening speed.

            He landed harshly on a dirty stone floor before losing his balance and falling to the ground, groaning in pain as he scraped his hands on the rough flooring. Looking up, he saw the woman screaming in anger and slowly backed away.

            “No matter, I have to get as much done as possible.” She said, moving towards the boy who was crawling backwards trying to escape.

            “Who are you?” he whispered, afraid of getting punished for asking a question.

            “Me? My name is Bellatrix LeStrange boy, and I am going to be the one who finally gets rid of you so that when my master comes back, you will be long gone!” she started cackling madly before grabbing the boy and shoving him into a chair in the middle of the dungeon room they were in and tying him up with a quick incarcerous.

            Harry could only stare wide eyed at the light coming out of the stick and the ropes that tied him down. He tried to wriggle around and break free but the ropes were too tight and he had no room whatsoever. Hearing the clinking of glass, Harry quickly snapped his head up and stared at the woman…Bellatrix as she started pouring liquids into a glass sitting on the table in the middle of the room. To Harry, it looked like she was pouring several thick black liquids into a glass and swirling them. Watching, Harry almost missed hearing her muttering.

            “Basilisk blood…some Veela blood…bit of Vampire…what else? Oh I didn’t know we had werewolf too! Let’s add that…Done!” turning around with the glass in hand, she started advancing towards him. “Now all you have to do is drink this little boy! Anyone usually dies from just one of these types of blood in their system but all four should prove to be excruciating…making your death all that sweeter to my master!” she exclaimed, the manic grin back in place.

            Harry realized with horror that she had been mixing blood in that glass. Clamping his lips down, he turned his head away when she tried to make him drink. Bellatrix could feel the wards around the dungeon weakening as they were assaulted by an outdoor force. Cursing her luck, she knew Dumbledore had followed her portkey and was most likely just outside. Grasping the boy’s cheeks harshly, she forced his mouth open and poured the blood mix into his mouth, quickly covering his mouth and plugging his nose to force him to swallow.

            She backed away and started laughing manically as he started to scream, knowing that the blood was likely burning him up from the inside out. She released the ropes tying him down, watching as he fell to the floor and began clawing at the stones, blood slowly seeping from his nail beds where he had ripped some of his nails out.

            Suddenly, the whole room shuddered before a snap was heard and she knew the wards had been broken. Sure enough, not a minute later Dumbledore and what must have been ten Aurors with all stormed into the room. Two of them immediately ran over to her, grabbing her arms and forcing her wrists into magic restraining handcuffs.

            Dumbledore stared in horror at the boy lying on the floor, still screaming in pain and bleeding from his nose as well as his nail beds. Suddenly, Harry started glowing grey, then white, then gray with white boarders and stopped screaming all together.

            Inside his mind, Harry saw four shadows, all attacking each other and each time one landed a hit, he felt pain rip through his body as if someone had taken a hot poker to each strand of his muscles. Suddenly a grey fog seeping around each shadow, holding them away from each other almost caressing them into submission. Watching Harry noticed a white light reaching out from deep within his mind, wrapping around the four shadows and seeping into them until they all had lines of white entwined within their shadows.

            The grey fog slowly retreated; as if afraid the shadows would jump each other again. At the last moment, the white light grabbed onto the grey fog, wrapping itself around it and seeping into its depths. He watched as all four shadows seemed to…lie down, as if tired from all the exercise and slowly fade away. Looking up, he realized that the white light and the grey fog seemed to remain, almost as if waiting for him to make the next move and urging him to wake up.

            Slowly, he returned to consciousness, blinking his eyes open slowly. He slowly sat up, noticing his nails were bleeding and he had blood on his sweater. Looking around, he saw the wom…Bellatrix standing with her hands cuffed in front of her, two men behind her holding her arms. By the door stood with another eight men and one man who looked ancient, with a long white beard and long white hair. What made him wary were all the sticks they were holding. He remembered what Bellatrix had done with her…stick too vividly.

            Backing away from them, he didn’t notice the horrified look on Bellatrix’s face as she stared at him. “You should be dead!” she suddenly screamed in fury. “How can you still be alive, that mixture should have killed you?!”

            The old man was slowly walking towards him, giving him a smile. “Harry, my boy—“

            “Don’t come near me!” Harry interrupted him. He didn’t want any of those people near him; he saw how much pain one of them could cause.

            “Harry—“Dumbledore tried again.

            “No! No go away!” he yelled, holding his hands to his head as he wished this nightmare was over already. His body hurt, he had been kidnapped and now weird people with sticks were trying to hurt him. He just wished he could be far away from here where none of these weirdoes could find him!

            Dumbledore stepped back in shock as a white light surrounded Harry again and with a sharp crack, he was gone.

            Harry felt his body hit a soft lawn before a sudden exhaustion took him over and he passed out, only knowing that he had somehow escaped that nightmare.

            Anita walked across the lawn to her house, yawning and berating herself for doing that last raising. It was all Bert’s fault, just because Larry had to go home sick and couldn’t keep the appointment, she had to go instead and take over so that they don’t lose ‘a valuable customer’. Checking the time, she swore softly as she realized she had now been up over 24 hours. She was going to kill Bert.

            Lost in thought, she suddenly tripped over something lying on her front lawn. Barely catching her balance, she looked down to see a young boy lying there unconscious.

            Looking at him closely, she saw that he barely looked ten years old, if that. He had messy black hair, pale, porcelain skin and long black lashes. Small nose that complimented his round face and pink luscious lips. A very strange looking scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt caught her attention. You didn’t often see scars like that. He looked to be around 4’ 9” in height, slightly below average but he was still young and had room to grow.

            Looking at his clothing, he looked homeless. Large sweater at least four sized too big, jeans at least five sizes too big being held up by some rope. Shoes that could not have been his size seeing how big they are with several holes in them. She wondered who he was and how he had got there.

            Wondering what to do with him, she suddenly caught sight of the blood. His fingers were bloody and she could see that a few of his fingernails had been ripped out. She notices he had some blood on his face, near his nose and mouth, already starting to dry. Near his scar, he had blood as well as well as something black which could have been dirt for all she knew.

            Not knowing what to do, something within her suddenly urged her to take him inside and take care of him. Not liking this strange feeling she was getting she took a moment before realizing that it was her necromancy telling her to take care of him. Checking her shielding, she noticed that she still had her shields up around her necromancy but it was still urging her to take care of him. Reaching out with her powers, she reeled back in shock when she felt her necromancy connect and join to something within the boy.

            Looking deep inside her mind, it looked like her necromancy; coloured a dark, smoke grey had met up with another power, which she assumed was the boy’s. This other power was a lighter grey in color and had white lines entwined within it.

            “You’re…a necromancer.” She whispered out loud, finally figuring out why her power had been reacting like that.

            Deciding to follow her gut, she pulled out her phone and called Micah. It may have been a few feet, but no way was she going to pick him up and carry him upstairs into the bedroom when she was this tired.
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