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Our Dirty Blood. Remus Lupin/Muggle Riddle Character

Chapter 3: The Ritual

Bell had lost track of any sense of time. Her days now mostly consisted of torture, then loneliness. Right now, it was just Peter and The Dark Lord left in the house. Crouch had left a while ago to do his part in this master plan of theirs.

Bell lay bruised and beaten on the dirty bed. She was locked in that room twenty-four seven. During her imprisonment, she learnt that magic is real and that the long-lost uncle her father spent years trying to find was the deformed baby in the other room. Peter had explained it all to her in what seemed to be a moment of mercy on the poor girl. She didn’t even know what time of day it was, as her window had been shaded with magic. There was no reason for them to do this; they just wanted her to suffer completely. Bell wondered where Couch had gone. Before he left, Bell caught him talking about some potion but didn’t understand anything of what he was saying. He left a while ago, but he did say to her that when he returned, she would already be dead. At this moment in time, she welcomed death.

She was still lying in the bed when Peter came rushing into the room in an excited manner. He was almost skipping as he made his way over to the skinny, malnourished girl. He pulled her up from the bed. Bell made no attempt at fighting back, as she learnt a long time ago that it only ended in her getting punished with a curse.

“Its time. Haha, it's time.’’ Peter said in a singsong voice as he pulled her along with him out of the room. Her legs felt like jelly and wobbled, but she did her best to fight to control them. She managed to get a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors as Peter pulled her along. She was as pale as a ghost, and her dark brown hair was matted terribly, and she was almost completely skin and bones. So skinny in fact that the clothes she was wearing draped over her body when they used to cling to her. Before, she would have cried at the state of herself, but now all she felt was numbness.

“Time for what.’’ She asked. Her voice was crisp and quiet. She didn’t even know if Peter had heard her because she beardly heard herself.

“The ritual, the dark lord will be brought back, and I am the one who has done it.’’ Peter explained with confident joy. Bell knew that meant she was going to die. She wasn’t surprised to find herself completely at ease with that information.

She was getting dragged to her death by one of the men that took so much pleasure in torturing her, and she felt nothing.

Instead of going into the room with her uncle, she was instead dragged outside into the cool breeze of fresh air. It wasn’t a particularly nice night, but Bell thought it was as good as any night to die.

Peter continued to drag her into her family cemetery. Peter dragged her to her grandfather’s grave. The graves statue stood tall and proud, just like the man was in his life. ‘’You stay right there.’’ Peter said as he waved his wand, and Bell was suddenly bound with ropes that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The sudden movement and surprise of the spell made Bell fall to the ground just in front of the graves of her family.

Peter barely gave her any notice as he rushed back into the house. Bell was left alone for a moment, and around her there was nothing but silence. She could hear her own breathing, and she could see her breath in the air. It was peaceful.

Then suddenly there was a bright light that blinded Bell, but as soon as the light came, it went, leaving behind two young boys. At first the two young boys didn’t really see her, and Bell took the opportunity to try to hide, but the bounds of the rope made moving impossible.

”It’s a port key.’’ One of the boys with glasses said to the taller boy. They were both standing over what looked like a trophy cup. Bell didn’t know if the boys were apart of the ritual or if they were just innocent bystanders. Decided to warn the boys, Bell made a noise as to not take the boys by surprise. The younger looking boy with the glasses approached Bell quickly to help her untie the ropes.

“Are you alright,’’ The second taller boy said who was still taking in the new environment. They both also had wands, but for some reason Bell wasn’t as afraid of them as the other Wizards she has been with. The kind-looking boy with the glasses looked around after helping Bell to her feet.

“This is the place from my dreams. Cedric, we need to get back to the cup now.’’ The boy with the glasses said, taking a hold of Bell's hand as he took a few steps back to the cup.

“What are you taking about Harry?'' The boy, Cedric, asked with confusion. “What is it?’’

There is a snap, and all three of their heads turn to see Peter making his way over to them, the Dark Lord in his arms.

“Who are you? What do you want?'' Cedric asked as he raised his want. Bell flinched even though the wand was pointing nowhere near her.

“Kill the spear.’’ The Dark Lord said.

Bell saw the same horrid flash of bright green light again, making her shield her eyes. Cedric fell to the floor as Harry cried out his name. The statue above Tom Riddles grave reached out and grabbed Harry while the ground from under Bells feet slithered around the legs, trapping her.

“Do it now.’’ The Dark Lord said impatiently. Bell's gaze followed Peter as he made his way over to a large cauldron that seemed to be bubbling. Peter dropped The Dark Lord into the cauldron.

“Bone of the Father, unwillingly given.’’ Bell watched in horror as one of her grandfather's bones was also magically dropped in the cauldron. Peter then picked up a knife, and Bell thought for sure that he could use it on her. Instead, he held his left hand over the cauldron.

“Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed.’’ Bell screamed as Peter cut his own hand off. Peter yielded in pain as his hand dropped into the cauldron. Recovering surprising quicky, Peter waved his wands at Bell, and she was magically and forcefully pulled up to the cauldron. Her body froze as she was bent over the hot bubbling liquid in the cauldron. Her face was sweating from the heat. Peter raised the knife up her throat. Bell shut her eyes, told her parents she loved them then in her head, and waited for the inevitable. “Blood from a living relative, unwillingly sacrificed.’’

Bell felt the cold blade slash across her throat. It wasn’t as painful as she expected, but feeling the blood leak out in spurts was the worst part for her. She felt blood pool on her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. Heaving, she felt Peter throw her unto cool ground when enough blood was collected in the cauldron.

She was still gasping, struggling to breathe. Her hand went to her throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding. From above her, she saw the boys still trapped in arms of the statue look down at her with pity and concern. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Peter taking the knife to slash into the poor boy’s arm. As she faded, she thought for sure that it was the end of her life. Her last moments of awakeness were a prayer that the boy would survive.

She heard a swoosh and then live band music that slowly faded to a stop, then loud gasps of a crowed and the felling on hands on her throat and head. She wanted to open her eyes and look, but she was too weak for that. She was too weak to do anything.

"Help, please; she’s hurt, and Cedric, I couldn’t leave him. Not there.’’ She heard Harry say as he sobbed to the person whose hand was on Bell's neck. ‘’He’s back, Voldemort’s back.’’

She felt a cooling sensation on her neck; it was kind of a nice feeling, and she couldn’t help but fall back into oblivion yet again.

Part 4

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Our Dirty Blood. Remus Lupin/Muggle Riddle Character

Bell Riddle inherits her grandparents house during the summer of 1994. One night after a usual day, she finds two strange men in her home with a horrific baby creature that the men call My Lord. It turns out this Lord needs her blood for some kind of ritual that will bring him back to life. How will she handle the truth that her long-lost uncle is an evil wizard? How will she handle it when she finds herself in a magic school under the protection of the Order of the Pheonix? How will she handle falling in love with a werewolf who has taken it upon himself to protect her?

Chapter 2: Lost a Friend

Bell screamed, more out of grief than fear. Frank had been close to her father and was always like an uncle to her. Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes. She blames herself; her mind went through all the ways that this could have been avoided. She had almost forgotten the fact that she wasn’t alone until the livingroom door swung open. A dark-haired man came out of the room and gave her a wicked smile when he locked eyes with her. Fear shot through Bell as she stood frozen, taking in the man standing over Franks body.

“Crouch, remember we need her alive.’’ A raspy voice from behind the man. Crouch’s wicked smile did not falter one bit. Instead, it seemed to grow as he continued to take in the scared women.

“I know my Lord, but we can still have fun with her though.’’ Crouch said while his eyes never left Bells fearful blue ones.

“yes, we can still have fun with her.’’ The same raspy voice that spoke before said. Bell tried to look behind the tall man who was looking at her with pure disgust yet there was a hint of lust in his smirk. Bell shivered, Feeling the ever-growing need get as far away from this Crouch man as possible. She could not see anyone else in the room behind the man. She did not want to hang about to find out where the other man was.

Bell turned and avoided slipping down the stairs as she made a run for it. Her sweaty hand made it hard for her to grab onto the railing as she tried to get away from the man as soon as possible. Her heartbeat was loud in her ear but the mans following footsteps were louder. His boots followed her down the long staircase and caught up to her easily when she leaped down the last couple of steps. Strong arms wrapped around her hard, almost crushing her lower rib cage from behind.

Bell screamed and tried to kick the man away, but he just laughed madly and dragged her back up the stairs. Her feet dragged behind her as she went limp with fear. She really didn’t know what to do in this moment and just prayed to God to save her.

The man easily dragged her passed Franks body but stopped so that she could get a better look at her dead friend. Sobbing she turned her head away, but the man grabbed her hair and forcefully turned her head back at Frank. She just shut her eyes hard.

“Fucking Muggle.’’ The man laughed after given Franks body a quick kick before pushing Bell hard into the livingroom. Stumbling into the room Bell tripped over her own feet and fell hard in the floor, bruising her arms and legs with the impact. The tears continued down her face as she crawled away from the man. Backing up, never taking her eyes of him.

“Is this her Barty.’’ A new voice said. Bell turned to see a man with rat looking features standing next to a chair that was turned from her vision. This rat looking man had an even worse wicked smile from the other man. “Yes, it’s her Peter.’’ Peter Laughed after hearing that, He bent down to the chair. Bell could not see what was on the chair, but Peter looked at whatever it was in awe.

“My Lord we have the girl what shall we do with her.’’ Peter asked with such worship and submission. Bell looked at the phone on the table near her. If she could just get her hands on it, she may be able to get help. Crouch, who had yet to take his eyes of her saw what she was thinking and shook his head at her. She decided to not go for the phone after that. She had no idea what these two men wanted to do with her.

“You may do as you please as long she remains alive.’’ The same raspy voice from earlier spoke. Bell noticed that the voice was coming from the chair, but she couldn’t see the head or legs of a person on it. She noticed that Peter was looking right down at the bottom of the seat when talking to whoever was on the chair.

“Please don’t hurt me, please you can take what you want I won’t-’’ Bell was cut off from her begging and pleading as Crouch started to laugh like a maniac again. He doubled over as if her begging for her life was the funniest thing he has heard in a long time. Even Peter started to giggle. Bell just froze again and looked down at the floor. “Silence.’’ The raspy voice traveled through the room and both men fell silent as if switch went off. ‘’Bring her to me.’’

Bell was forcefully grabbed by Crouch under the arms and was heaved to her feet. She hissed in pain as his long fingernails dug deep into her soft skin, almost drawing blood. She was then again dragged like a rage doll over to the chair and was pushed in front of it.

What she saw was something that would be burned into her memory forever. A wrinkled deformed looking infant stared up at her with hatred and disgust. Bell felt like she was about to throw up her dinner. Looking at this thing was making her feel faint. Her fear was quickly turning to disgust, and she returned the creatures gaze with the same disgust. It didn’t take long for one of the men to notice the look on her face.

“Do not look the dark lord in the eyes, you filthy muggle.’’ Crouch said, slapping Bell across the face. It stung and Bell knew that the left side of her face turning pink. She tried not to make any sounds of fear as she lowered her gaze. She still had no idea what was happening, but she didn’t want to do anything that would make this worse. “We could practice the Cruciatus curse on her.’’ Peter suggested with a raised knowing eyebrow at Crouch who chuckled.

“Oh, that one is a favorite of mine.’’ Crouch exclaimed as he looked Bell up and down, licking his lips He seemed to want to undress her as well as hurt her. Bell refused to look anywhere but the floor. Her eyes wondered across the floor to the other end of the large room, her eyes widened at the realization that there was also a massive snake in the room with them. The snake seemed to smell her fear as it slithered closer to the group of people.

“Ah Nagini is hungry; dinner is outside for you.’’ The Dark Lord said somewhat lovingly to the snake who seemed to understand its master perfectly. It made its way out of the room, and it took Bell a few moments to realize what the food outside was.

“No, No leave him alone.’’ She shouted as she tried to get to Frank but was once again stopped by Couch. This time she fought back and managed to elbow him in the nose. This made him recoil back and loosen his hold on her. She did not know what she was going to do with the snake, but she just wanted to get to Frank. Just as she was about to reach the door the heard Peter shout something.

“Crucio.’’ Then there was pain. Every cell in her body was on fire, every nerve felt like it was getting crushed. She wished for death. She screamed and screamed but the pain was never ending. Just when she thought she was going to pass out it stopped. She couldn’t move. She just lay on the floor panting. She noticed Crouch hovering over her with a smug look.

“Well, I think you are going to keep things entertaining around here.’’ Crouch said as he picked her up and started to carry her out of the room. She was still far too tired to fight back and let him. He walked her passed the snake that was halfway through devouring Franks body. She started to cry silently. Crouch carried her into one of the many spare rooms in the house and dropped her unto the bed suddenly. She bounced and tired not to flinch as even the bed felt painful on her skin.

“You should get some sleep, tomorrow your entire world is going to be destroyed.’’ Crouch laughed sadistically as he was about to leave.

“Are you going to kill me.’’ Bell asked tiredly as her body fought to stay awake.

“Eventually yes but your death will restore the dark lord to his former glory……..don’t try to escape, it will only get you punished again.’’ With that Crouch left Bell alone and soon sleep took over her. A little break to the nightmare that the next year of her life will be like.

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[sazz1981-blog]

Our Dirty Blood. Remus Lupin/Muggle Riddle Character

Bell Riddle inherits her grandparents house during the summer of 1994. One night after a usual day, she finds two strange men in her home with a horrific baby creature that the men call My Lord. It turns out this Lord needs her blood for some kind of ritual that will bring him back to life. How will she handle the truth that her long-lost uncle is an evil wizard? How will she handle it when she finds herself in a magic school under the protection of the Order of the Pheonix? How will she handle falling in love with a werewolf who has taken it upon himself to protect her?

Chapter 1: The Old House

The Riddle House stood tall and proud on the August night. As usual, the house was dim and hardly lit. The dark past of the house seemed to be a constant reminder to Bell Riddle.

Bell was the current owner of the large house, having inherited it from her father, whose name was Christopher Riddle, who had recently moved away. Her father’s parents, Tom Riddle and Cecilia Riddle, were killed only a few weeks after he was born. Along with his paternal grandparents, they all died in the very house Bell now occupied. Bell's father was found the next day unharmed in his cot, sleeping as if it were any other day, as if his family had not been killed. The cause of their deaths was always a mystery, but the police put it down to heart failure. Her father had ended up being taken in by a family friend and was raised with all the love a child needs. When he was around eighteen, he decided to visit The Riddle House, as he owned it after his parents’ deaths.

The house had basically remained untouched for those eighteen years, and when Bell's father went, he ended up finding multiple letters addressed to his father from a woman called Merope. In the letter, this Merope woman was begging Tom Riddle to take her back after she had found out that she was pregnant. The letters continued throughout Merope’s pregnancy when they stopped, and the final letter was from an orphanage called Wool’s Orphanage explaining that Merope had died while in childbirth and that her son was with them. Her father had spent years after finding the letters hunting down his long-lost older brother but to no avail. The Wool’s Orphanage had explained that the young boy had gone to go to a boarding school for gifting children when he was eleven. Bells Father went to nearly every boarding school in the country but could not find any traces of his brother. Eventually he gave up trying and moved to Edinburgh to pursue a career as a doctor. It was at his first job that he met Bell's mother, Nancy, and the two eventually married and had Bell in 1970.

In 1994, Bell's parents decided to move to Canada for a fresh start, while Bell chose to stay in England to start her new job as an English teacher. The job she got was in the same town as her father’s old house, so he suggested she stay there. Her father assured her that the caretaker, Frank, would look after her, and he did. He had helped her settle in her first week. Even though some parts of the house gave her the creeps, it started to grow on her. That was until one night after having dinner with Frank she was cleaning the plates by the window when a light was switched on from her house. There should not have been anyone in there.

“Frank, come look at this.’’ Bell said as she gestured for Frank to come over from the kettle.

When Frank approached, he frowned with an expression that could only be described as angry. Bell sensed that people trying to break into the big scary house was something that Frank had to deal with on a regular basis. A shiver ran down Bells spine at the thought of that.

“Damn kids, stay here; I will sort them out.'' Frank grumbled as he made his way to the front door. His old age was making him limp, and he seemed tired. Bell felt a heavy feeling of guilt at having an old man fight her battles.

“No, I will go. You can phone the police,’’ Bell had just started saying, but Frank had already closed the door on his way out. Bell watched from the window as Frank dragged himself up the hill to the house that Bell was still struggling to call home. She let out a worried puff of air as Frank entered the front entrance to the house. As the heavy door closed shut behind him, Bell made her to the phone to call for help. She didn’t want to get some silly kids in trouble, but she had to make sure that she and Frank were safe. Just as the ringing on the phone started, there was a bright green light that came from inside her house. It was quick and bright in Bell's eyes, and it made her drop the phone, causing the phone to break and the call to disconnect. Her first thought was that they had set off a bloody fire in her house. Her second thought was that if whoever was up there had hurt Frank, she was going to go mental.

Deciding not to be a coward, she made her way up the hill. The house was completely silent and dead again, completely still. Making sure the front door opened silently, she snuck her way in and shut the door behind her.

If she could get to her own phone, then she could call for help there. Still mindful not to make any sound, she made her way up the stairs to the living room that had the phone. Halfway up, she heard the voice of men she definitely did not know. The voices were too muffled to make out what they were saying, but their tones did not sound friendly at all. Freezing for a second, Bell took her moment to decide her next steps. She stared ahead at the portrait of her grandfather, who stared back at her with cold eyes. She took a small step back and cursed when the squeak of the floor echoed in the wide hall. The muffled voices stopped, and Bell was about to make a run for it when they started talking again. Her heartbeat quickened as she noticed that Frank had yet to show up.

Making the decision, she made her way further up the stairs until she could see the top of the floor, and her heart sank. At the top of the stairs just outside the living room, Frank lay on his back completely still. His eyes were open, but there was no light in them as they looked back at Bell. His chest was motionless. He was dead. His body left, disregarded by his killers, who shut the door of the livingroom. Abandoning Frank to the cold and dark hallway.

Part 2

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Notes: Thanks for reading.