Song of Death and Rebirth

Harry

When he woke up he felt pain, pain shooting similar to wild fire through his stomach and up to his neck, with a choke of shock his green eyes snapped open and looked down. There she sat, looking as if an angel of beauty and death settled Cho Chang, her eyes were filled with grief and madness; the knife she held had a handle of pure silver and the blade was embedded into his abdomen angled to go right under the his ribs and into his lung of his right side.

Panic seized him as his lung was punctured, unable to breath with it he coughed and reached to grab the knife, Cho grabbed his hands and placed herself on his stomach her knees holding his wrists down, grabbing the pillow beneath his head she pushed it onto his face and held it there as he struggled. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later Harry's movements slowed and his arms relaxed on the bed on each side limp darkness taking over his vision.

The next moment Harry woke up cold and numb, his eyes opening to catch in white flurries of snow, he laid face down on the ground his body shaking. Reaching to touch the spot of the wound he felt it oozed sluggishly, his magic now taxed had healed his lung but not the wound itself; his mind felt muddled with fog that the the sound of footsteps were muffled to his ears as his eyes slowly closed.

"Halt! I see someone on the ground!"

"By the old gods…"

Arms gently picked up his heavy and sluggish body.

"My dear are you ok?!"

Groaning Harry felt his head lay limp on an arm under his neck.

"This girl is injured we must get her to Maester Luwin."

Harry hadn't realized what she had said since blackness took over.

Time skip

With a groan Harry opened his eyes, sitting up he winced as the wound in his stomach throbbed at the pain, opening his eyes he looked around at the stone covered room.

The blanket of furs were warm and with a sigh he reached and placed a hand on his chest but instead of hard flatness he felt soft and squishy.

Slowly looking down he felt his eyebrow twitch at the body he stared at, apparently he was a she. Looking up at the sound of the door opening to reveal a man with dark hair and cold grey eyes, as he walked over he pulled out a wooden chair beside her bed and sat down as he stared into her eyes.

"Can you understand me?"he asked his voice rough and deep.

"I do understand you." she said her voice was rough and dry.

"What is your name young one?"he asked making her blink.

"I… I don't have one." she said, it was honestly true, being a girl wasn't something Harry was pretty sure she wasn't one.

"Do you remember where you are from? Or how my wife found you lying injured in the forest?"he asked with patience.

"All I remember was being stabbed by someone, other than that it's all muddy."she said feeling tired as her eyes blinked sluggishly. The next words the man spoke was distant as Harry was suddenly pulled back into the clutches of a dream.

AN:

Harry doesn't have amnesia, with the injury and his magic taxed from trying to keep him alive he can't really remember what had happened at the moment, later on he will and as well as have answers for why his body is female.