Harry Potter and The Regus Blood Line

Chapter 3:The Start of Vengence

                        Dastaan stood in a far desolate place than he had ever known.He could make out the end of the hall and the door towards which he was progressing.The hall lights were dim and they cast a glowing shadow on everything around including themselves.The window to the right was open and it was bringing in a cool night breeze.Dastaan inhaled it in and took a longing look outside.As far as he could see strechted was a huge expanse of forest.He wanted a better look at it from somewhere higher.He walked to the door,opening it to see stairs leading higher.He broke into a trot on the first step and was almost out of breath by the time it reached the top step.

                   He turned a left and opened a door to the balcony with the overview of almost the end of the Island.It was a beautiful Island.The full moon was punctuated by a deep echoing of a wolf's howl.He looked in the direction,he had just learnt about the werewolves,about those who are bitten turning into a wolf at full moon.He would have to think of a remedy to that.Still thinking about it,he looked at the full moon shining like a pearlstone.The pearlstone reminded him of someone,someone who had black flowing hairs and a knack of being in trouble like him. 

                    But his thoughts were interrupted as something darted across the moon.He rubbed his eyes together'no..it can't be possible.How can there be a flying person coming towards him as if directly from moon.He squinted his eyes once again and the figure disappeared.'Yeah,it was just the play of eye.Perhaps his worry was the reason his eyes deceived him'.He smiled to himself and with a last fleeting look towards the forest,unaware of the pair of eyes that followed him thought,'He would soon be a father....

         Dastaan awoke with a start,he was dazed and was drenched in cold sweat,his head was bursting with pain.

          He had dreams before but none of them had been as vivid as this.He massaged his temple which was still pulsating in pain.He got up again and was ready to go down and tell his grandma and then it hit him.The memories surged and as much as he tried to push away the truth,they surfaced and brought with them the guilt,the pain,the sorrow and the anger.

 

        He felt his right hand heat up before it was smashed into the mirror in front of him bringing hundreds of its pieces down and leaving his fist bloodied.He didn't care,his insides were filled with too much sorrow.His loss was far more greater than a few drops of blood now dripping down.He felt something inside him awake and as it let out a roar inside him,he too let a roar of anger fill the whole room.He was sure anybody could be hear it even miles away.The door to Dastaan's back flew open with a bang and 3 figures came in,wands out looking cautiously all around the room as if wanting someone to jump at them.When Hermione saw the pieces of glass littering the floor,she ran and looked at Dastaan's arm and there it was like she knew it would be,a deep gash of blood punctured with little pieces of the glass.

           "What do you think you are doing?Hurting yourselves like this is not the answer,Dastaan.Look at all the blood.Accio Dittany".

                Dastaan removed his hands from her grip and tore down the door and ran down the stairs.Looking for the frontdoor,he could hear the rush of a pair of footsteps following close by but he neither stopped nor heared them say anything.He ran past a wall adorned with photographs but he didn't slow down to see them.He ran past,his heart about to explode under the weight,dying to see her Grandma once again.Up ahead was a door,a second of clear sunlight,stinging him in the eyes and a gust of wind blew at him as if outside a storm was about to come.He looked around,the surroundings were unfamiliar and up ahead there was only a small clearing leading perhaps to the mountains that loomed at him,towering him.