Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of these characters.

AN: This is AU from Dean on the run. I couldn't find any concrete evidence anywhere to say whether Thomas is Dean's father's or stepfather's name, so in this fanfiction, his father is called Thomas so that he can have a familiar name. I'm trying to include all the characters on the list in the story and have a different point of view each update. I'm not sure how it will work but it'll definitely include time travel.

Chapter One: Dean and the Snatchers

Dean had been on the run for months when the snatchers finally caught up with him. Scabior, the group's current animalistic leader (Fenrir Greyback was on another mission), was currently chasing Dean through the dense and leafy forest.

Keep running, dodge the spell, mind the root, "Stupefy", dodge the next spell, avoid the branch…

The chase seemed relentless, but Dean knew he had to outrun them. With his friends captured and Portkeyed away by the snatchers, he was vastly outnumbered by Scabior's group. However, with the group constantly firing spells at him, it was evident that he would eventually tire.

"Ceciditquus!" Scabior's last curse knocked Dean off his feet and he landed sprawled on the ground. By the time he turned his head, Scabior was already leering over him, grinning sadistically. "What do we have here? A young Mudblood perhaps?" he sneered.

Dean didn't reply.

"What's your name, Mudblood?"

"Thomas," he answered, knowing it wasn't a good idea to fight the entire group of snatchers – he would have to think of some other method of getting away.

"Thomas what?"

"Finnegan," Dean said the first name that came into his head.

"You don't look like a Finnegan, but I'll check the list," said Scabior, getting a scroll out from within his pocket. "No, no Thomas Finnegan on here. I'll have to take you back to the Ministry." He dug out another of the portkeys that he'd been using to directly transport prisoners back to the Ministry of Magic. The Portkeys led straight into holding cells, which Dean did not want to end up in. "You know what I'm going to do now, don't you," said Scabior. Then he activated the Portkey and threw it at Dean.

At the very same moment, however, Dean attempted a spell he'd only read about – a spell designed to re-direct a portkey to somewhere he felt safe. However, what he hadn't realised was that the place he'd been imagining was Hogwarts, and since Hogwarts was currently overrun with Death Eaters, the portkey had had to improvise. As the unpredictable portkey touched him he was flung high into the air and span away into the whiteness of another dimension.

When Dean became aware he was in solid surroundings again, he felt astronomically dizzy. He appeared to be in a badly-lit corridor of Hogwarts, empty except for a black-haired boy in Slytherin robes. This was bad: there was a reason Dean had not gone back to Hogwarts with Seamus and Neville this year.

"How did you do that, Thomas? You're not supposed to be able to apparate in Hogwarts?" the boy asked. He looked around fourteen, maybe fifteen - probably a fourth year but not one Dean had ever come across before.

"I…" began Dean. It was confusing. The boy appeared to know him but Dean swore he'd never seen him in his life.

"Why are you dressed like that? You look absolutely filthy." The boy's tone confused him, coming across as both inquisitive and haughty at the same time. And even though he was three years younger than Dean was, it wouldn't take much for him to raise the alarm. It was quite possible that he had no clue that Dean was supposed to be on the run.

"Um…"

"You are Thomas, aren't you? The prefect? You look like him, but now I'm not so sure. Who are you?" the boy asked.

Now Dean was definitely confused. He had never been a prefect, although Seamus and Neville had told him he would have been a more obvious choice than Ron, who was always getting into trouble.

"You look like you've been confunded. I think it would be best to take you to the Hospital Wing and get you cleaned up while we're there. Follow me."

Not knowing what else to do, Dean followed the boy to the Hospital Wing. Perhaps the familiar face of Madam Pomfrey would be able to help.

Thanks for reading. I hope this was ok for you - I've never written anything about Scabior or Dean before. Next chapter is Scabior and Greyback. I'm not sure how Nagini will fit into this but I have chapters planned for the other characters. I may also do some other one-chapter stories for the weekly challenges.