Chapter 1: The Change
"I've had it with you freak!'' Vernon roared out, struggling to get up from his chair due to his round size.
Petunia stood to the side, a hand covering her mouth as she gathered Dudley towards her, covering his eyes.
Another strange thing happened to Harry today, he had been washing the dishes as he always does after dinner, a dinner he never got.
It was his job, after all, to do whatever they wanted him to. To stay quiet and just do as they said.
But after his eleventh birthday that no one celebrated, not even Harry. Strange things started to happen around him.
At first, it was just things disappearing that Harry swore were there, like the glass to the snake exhibit in the Zoo.
Then it was things floating, Harry hadn't understood why, but one morning he had been looking for his glasses. He could barely see with them on, but without them, he couldn't see at all.
Then when he sat down on his bed, not able to find them. He looked up to see them floating in front of him, waiting for him to take them.
He did, but tonight was different... Worse.
He had accidentally dropped a plate, his hands were in a lot of pain due to the most recent belting, and a cramp came that was strong enough for his hand to lock up, making him drop a plate as it slipped from his fingers.
When it landed with a crashing sound, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley who had been in the living room, all watching T.V. turned to glare at him.
But Dudley had been the first one up, moving to start beating him up. His parents only grinned in ruthless pleasure as they watched their diddykins savagely beat the freak, just like they had taught him.
Harry was in to much pain, it was to much. His mind was fogging up and he was finding it harder and harder to keep awake.
Why was he even here? This couldn't be his home, right? Other kids had loving families, who fed them, clothed them properly, bought them toys...
No, this wasn't his home. These people weren't his family.
It was at that moment, that single thought caused a warm feeling to rush into him, as if there was an energy rapidly building up inside him before a wave expelled outwards, sending Dudley across the floor and bouncing off the china cabinet which caused Petunia to screen, pulling him towards her to make sure he was safe. It was at that moment Vernon yelled out.
Harry couldn't stay here any longer, it wasn't safe for him... He ran.
He was able to barely get his shoes on in time before he burst through the front door and started to run, his tired, pained body barely holding together as this warm feeling was stronger than ever, numbing the pain, and making him feel better.
Vernon had tried to chase him, only to end up on the front step of the home, huffing, and puffing as he held his knees tightly, barely able to catch a breath from that little short jog to the front door.
This energy and Harry's willpower carried him all the way to a nearby park, where after he was sure he wasn't being chased, collapsed onto a bench, holding himself together.
As he breathed deeply, trying to bring in all the air he could, he continued to feel that powerful warmth fill him, the cold not bothering him at all as the sun had already lowered, leaving the moon his only light in the park.
Something hazy crossed his vision, what looked to be a figure standing before him, a shadowy haze with the only thing that stood out, bright blue eyes that glowed with power.
This hazy darkness seemed to wave a hand and Harry's eyes began to droop, growing heavier and heavier before he passed out on the bench.
The figure slowly let out a low growl. Before a deep, ancient voice spoke out.
''This... This is the boy who lived? Savior of the wizarding world, and they leave him like this? Pathetic fools... You know what? Let's see what hell you'll stir up... Blood to Blood, you will be my proxy within this realm... Welcome to the Blood, Harry Potter.''
The shadow reached forward, rubbing a finger over the scar on the boy's head before it pricked it's the finger with a nail, letting a single drop of what looked to be dark, near bitch black blood drip into the boy's mouth.
A blue light pulsed, surging along Harry's veins, into his muscles, and tissues, a new power taking ahold of the already powerful boy with so much untapped potential.
The power of the Blood
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With a start Harry woke up, breathing in hard and then out as he felt the soft nudge of a stranger.
Looking up it looked to be a homeless man, worry across his face as he spoke out.
''Good, you're not dead... What are you doing out here kid, did you run away from home or something? The parks no place to be in after dark...''
Harry tried to hear what the man said, but he couldn't.
Blood thundered through his ears, making it hard to focus as he felt all his senses were cranked up, his vision blurry as Harry reached up, he could feel his glasses, so why?
He pulled them off and instantly his view cleared up, he could see far better now, even despite the darkness of the night he could see the entirety of the park.
His eyes focused on the man in front of him, what was that smell?
It smelled... Delicious, but the man was so dirty. The urge to sink his teeth into the man grew rapidly.
What? Sink his teeth in? Why would he?
Another rush of blood in his ears, he could feel his heartbeat thunder in his chest, along with the steady rhythm of the man before him, steady, but worried.
Harry grunted out as the feeling continued to double over itself, soon consuming his rational thoughts.
He didn't care about the 'why' he wanted to.
The only thought was 'Only if the man was clean.'
Suddenly another wave of energy left him, far stronger than it had been before as the homeless man before he was suddenly cleaned forcibly, all dirt being expelled from his body and leaving even his clothing free from muck and dirt. The man let out a surprised sound at the wave.
Harry noticed the man suddenly cleaned and he moved, a blur of movement he had wrapped his legs around the man's torso and forced him to explode his neck, shredding the scarf the man wore as he leaned forward and sunk his teeth into the man's neck.
Fangs met flesh first and he drank deeply of the crimson liquid that seemed to pulse towards him as if being drawn towards him as he drank.
Memories flashed through his head, memories of the man he drank from. An old War hero turned Homeless, apparently a story not so different for so many others, as it showed so many others struggling as well, people just like the man.
Then it was the memories of the skills the man had learned, how to fight, how to kill, how to clean and maintain his gear, weapons, and equipment. How to follow orders, how to discipline himself.
The same strong discipline that had kept him from stealing from others, even if it would have been so easy to do so.
Harry continued to drink, only getting about what felt like 5% of the total blood volume of the man... How did he know that?
He released the man, the wound his fangs had left closing quickly after as the man stumbled a bit before he landed on the bench, holding his neck as his eyes clouded.
''Wha... What?.... Sleep... I should sleep... Why do my hands hurt so much?'' The man mumbled as he passed out on the bench.
Harry stood there, flexing his fingers. His fingers no longer hurt, but he could tell somehow that he hadn't passed his injury onto the man, it was simply because he transferred 'feelings' through the bite.
Harry felt a lot better, cognitively because of the blood. Why did he do it, and why had it been such a strong feeling?
His brain unable to handle the implications started to rapidly mature, thanks to the memories he had viewed and the skills he had retained he was no longer 'exactly' 11 years old...
He wasn't older, not physically, but mentally he was.
With this change in his thinking, and his maturity he quickly though over something.
He needed to find a place to sleep, a place away from the street, out of the weather.
The man had memories of visiting a soup kitchen, there was an auditorium that was left open for homeless people so they had a place to sleep.
Harry watched the man, momentarily thinking before he pulled the large man's arm over his shoulder and like he had memories of doing, lifted the man's weight over his shoulder, balancing him out over them.
He barely even felt the weight as he started to run. He wouldn't leave this man to the weather, not when he had done nothing to Harry...
In fact, Harry felt only slightly in his debt, the memories, and the blood he had offered had helped him, so he would help the man.
(End)
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