Rose's Dream

Reflection

Isaac pondered on how exactly to tell Rosalie the story.

It was a complicated one, that's for sure.

So Isaac had to take a minute to collect himself.

This particular scar was something that Isaac felt was more personal given how he got it.

He took a deep breath and then launched into the story.

FLASHBACK 1994

Isaac was just sitting on the benches staring at the hedges of the maze.

It was the final task for the champions of the tri-wizard tournament, more like a quad-wizard tournament given that his best friend Harry got drafted against his will into the tournament somehow.

Isaac had grown tired of just staring at the hedges, and decided to go and grab a drink.

After all, it had already been half an hour, who knows how long this could take?

Isaac sipped on his water, walking back to his seat when out of literally nowhere, Professor Moody seemed to materialize and shouted something at him before throwing an object.

Now, at the time, all Isaac could think about was that Moody was taking this constant vigilance thing to the extreme, but later on in life he'd grow to understand the man's constant paranoia and actually exhibit some of it too.

If being on the run constantly looking over your shoulder didn't make someone paranoid as fuck, then nothing will.

Isaac caught the necklace reflexively, before he felt the tell tale feeling of his naval being hooked by an anchor and the dizzying feeling of portkey travel.

Isaac gasped as he landed on the harsh ground of a grave yard.

He looked around, trying to get a feel for why Professor Moody would send him to this place?

Then he heard the sound of something crashing on the grass, just ahead of him was the most ugliest beast he had ever seen, standing at a bit over 6' tall, with grey-green looking skin, horrible red snake-like eyes, and a half skull with no nose, was the very being most of the wizarding world feared to say his name.

A made up name at that. Cause standing in front of him, was the resurrected dark lord himself, Lord Voldemort.

Along with about a dozen or two of his most loyal followers, and his best friend Harry Potter who was bleeding, and shivering as if he had just underwent the torture curse, which knowing who was in front of him at that very second, Isaac had no doubt that he probably did.

Isaac, being the stupid 14 year old Gryffindor he was back then, saw his friend injured, shivering, and in pain on the damp ground and then saw a little off to the side, his other friend, a kind Hufflepuff who would answer all his questions, help him study, and make sure he was fine all throughout his schooling, dead, not breathing, unseeing, unmoving and immediately decided he would avenge his friend.

He didn't care what happened to him, he was just so filled with grief, so filled with hate and vengeance that he could care less what happened to himself.

He was rash, and didn't plan before he rushed in, shouting the first curse that came to mind once he saw Voldemort and his goons laughing at Harry's pain.

"Ferventi Sanguine" he remembered shouting as the spell blasted from his wand towards the unsuspecting group of death eaters.

Hitting one in the front who dropped to the ground with a scream of pain.