Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 7: The Amulet

Harry's head pounded as he regained his senses. Slowly he pulled himself up and began to observe his surroundings. He was somehow in a rundown city. The buildings barely remained standing , the windows boarded up. The streets were covered in grim. Where ever he was, it was a dark place.

He slowly made his way down the street, occasionally stopping to scratch his aching back. Eventually he reached a four way stop and looked for any life. He found none, as the silent echoes reached his ears. The streets were named after torture methods once he determined where he was. To his left and right, down a street called "Skinned" he saw gruesome sights. Bodies hung from buildings with no skin, hinting the name of the street.

Harry gagged and continued straight through "Impaled" hoping to find some life. Only a few blocks down did he finally see a human being. Only the human wasn't alive. The body laid impaled on a pike lining the sidewalk along with dozens of other bodies. Whoever was responsible for such horrid murders Harry hoped to not cross his path.

Harry circled the spot hoping to see anything that would be helpful. Only then did he notice the lights on in the church. Not wanting to stay in one spot, he made a bee-line for the sanctuary. Once to the safety of the chapel grounds did he slow. With a sigh of relief he opened the heavy oak door and entered.

Inside was a small group of people, who looked worse for the ware. They wore bloodied clothes and dirt covered what skin could be seen. As soon as the door closed behind him did they turn and stare in horror. He must have looked no better having been covered in grim from the street and his back bloodied from his still itchy scratch.

"You are not welcomed here beast." A man from the front said. He wore a worn robe and seemed to be in charge. "I'm sorry for intruding but I woke up here and need some information. Anything would be helpful." Harry replied still standing in the entrance. "If you will leave then so be it." He said stepping down and approaching Harry. The others in the pew keep a wary eye on Harry but continued to pray to whatever god they believed would save them.

"You are in the city of the damned. Lost souls come here to be found." He said. This struck him as odd. Why was he here? He hadn't died, unless the amulet did this to him, but he hadn't woke up with it anywhere nearby. "Sir, I haven't died. At least I think so. I woke up here after I opened this amulet." As soon as the words left his mouth the man freaked. "The amulet brought you…YOUR ONE OF HIS…..GET OUT…..LEAVE OUR HOLY PLACE." His screams alerted the others and they soon made their way to attack Harry. He reached for his wand but didn't find it, only to relies it hadn't been on him before he was transported here. So doing the only thing he could, he ran right out of the church and found the nearest, safest building.

Hermione and Ron stayed up late during the nights looking through every book they could hoping to find answers as to Harry's disappearance. It had been a week and as each day passed they grew tired from worry and some were losing hope that he would be found and brought home safely. Some believed he was captured by Voldemort and dead by now, or that he had been sucked into the amulet. Both possibilities brought little hope to the friends of one Harry Potter.

It had been twenties year since Harry found himself trapped in this strange world of torture and fear. From what he had gathered this version of hell was inside the amulet created by Voldemort to house the fragment of his soul. In fact that piece ruled this plane of existence and had ordered all the tortured deaths that filled the streets. However much time passed, his body remained the same; growing in strength but not in age. By now Harry didn't remember his home, or his friends but knew their was another world he once lived in. He fighting his way back.