Chapter 1: A perfectly normal day

Harry's pov

It was a perfectly normal day. I had potion with Snape until the lunch break, and it is the subject I dread the most. For some reason Snape always found a flaw with my potion he could point out for the rest of the class to hear. My potion was not even the worst! Goyle's potion was at the moment oozing a thick green smoke, and not the smooth silver it is supposed to, but the Slytherins never got points taken away. At least my potion had a grey smoke I though bitterly. Hermione's potion was as always perfect, but Snape haven't bothered to notice.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden chill and a dimming of the lights. At my left Ron shivered and I could feel the rest of the class move around uneasily. Suddenly Hermione grabbed my arm and looked scared at the corner. All the shadows in the room seemed to creep to that corner until they became more solid, and two persons stumbled out. A gasp could be heard from all in the room, but the boys only had eyes for each other. Or rather the blond only had eyes for the sick looking one, who looked like he was about to pass out. They were both injured but the dark haired one seemed to have it the worst. He was deadly pale and had a slash on his stomach and a nasty injury on his head. He was leaning on the other one who kept his arms around him "I'm sorry this isn't camp…" The pale boy stuttered before closing is eyes and going limb in the arms of the blond.

"No no no this is not happening" blondie muttered while sinking to the ground, and gently placed the passed-out boy on the floor. He did not seem to notice the deep slash in his arm that went from his shoulder to his elbow even though it was bleeding a lot. His eyes were now darting around the room seemingly to analyze the situation. When he spotted the blackboard with our ingredients and instructions his mouth dropped. I could understand that, after all it was not ordinary muggle things that were written there. "3 pinches of firesalt, 1 chopped asphodel, 2 spoons fairy essence…. But it only took a few seconds before he overcame the shock and turned his eyes to the only adult in the room.

Snape had drawn his wand and was pointing it at the boys in a threatening way. However, the stranger did not seem to realize that. "I need unicorn milk. Do you have some?" His voice was clear and left no room for debate. I have never heard anyone talk to Snape like that before and half expected him to give the blond boy detention. "How much do you need." he asked instead, seemingly surprised at this turn of events. "9 drops" The answer came without hesitation. "Are you sure…" Snape never got to finish his sentence before the strange boy said

"Yes I am sure, now do you have it or not? I need to make a unicorn draught now or he will vanish!" I now saw that the other boy was even paler than before and was starting to become transparent. Snape must have realized the urgency too because he went straight to his own ingredients and took a small bottle. "It takes days to make potions with unicorn milk" Snape drawls. "It is a delicate ingredient" The blond glanced briefly at the potion teacher. "I have already made some of the draught, and I can speed up the process a bit. The outcome will not be as effective, but it is better than nothing, and it is not like there is any other choice!" At the last was said in desperation. Snape just hummed an agreement and placed a fresh cauldron on his desk.

Never before have I seen someone make a potion that fast before. Snape and the boy worked well together and the only sound in the room came from the boy when he asked after things he did not have in his bag. After 15 minutes he carefully filled a vial with the draught. He then held it in both his hands and started to hymn! Snape opened his mouth to question him, but before he could make a sound, the vial started to shine. "Father please help me. Please let this work" the blond boy chanted. A warm feeling filled the room and chased away the chill and uneasiness the strangers' arrival had brought.

When the vial stopped glowing the boy sat down next to the other boy who was almost gone by this point. Blondie started to let the potion drop into the mouth but the first couple of drops went right through him and left wet spots on the floor. "Come back to me sunshine, you can do it. You been through worse remember? And you always manage to come out on top." I don't know if it was the gentle encouragement that worked but the next drop did not land on the floor. A sob escaped blondies lips "Thank the gods" he cried. Slowly as the potion was poured down his lips the boy started to look more soiled. The blond was crying freely now.

Snape cleared his throat "I believe now would be a good time for you to go to the hospital wing" he said with a look on the wounded arm. The boy dried his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yes, this needs to be stitched if I don't want to lose the use of my fingers." He said it in such a matter of fact voice that I almost didn't question his choice of treatment. "Did he just say he wanted stiches?" Hermione whispered to me. "He just made a magical potion and now he wants muggle treatment?!" Ron uttered his trademark "Bloody hell" in disbelief. Their whispering drew the attention of the blond. My eyes met his crystal-clear blue eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something but pulled a roll out of his bag instead.

"Where are we?" he asked while bandaging his arm. The question was not asked to anybody in particular. "You're at Hogwarts" I blurted out without thinking. "Quiet Potter!" Snape snapped. He glared at me like he wanted to take points away, but reluctantly turned his focus back at the two strangers in the room. "A more appropriate question would be "who are you", but we do not have time for that. Your friend there needs proper treatment." Snape took out his wand again and pointed it to the boy on the floor.

"Hey woah wait a minute! What are you doing?" the blond rushed in front of Snape, so he stood between the teacher and the unconscious boy. "I was going to levitate him to the hospital wing before you interrupted. How else would you propose to move him up the stairs?" Snape responded sarcastically. "I'll carry him." The blond had a stubborn look on his face like he dared Snape to tell him he couldn't. "I won't let you wave your weird stick at him!"

Snape's expression would have been funny at any other time, but the seriousness of the situation ruined it for most. Ron still snickered disbelieving at hearing a wand being called a weird stick and Snape's reaction. The teacher found his calm demeanor again. "As you will, but if you pass out too, I will wave my wand at both of you." The stranger nodded in reluctant agreement and went to pick up his friend.

I suppose the adrenalin had worn out because the blond had lost all color in his face and swayed dangerously when he lifted the other boy. His voice was however steady when he told Snape to lead the way. Snape turned his sharp gaze towards the class before they went trough the door. "You will spend the remaining time of this lessen cleaning up and writing an essay on the uses of unicorn milk." The boy looked at the class and mouthed a "sorry" before he followed Snape out the door.

The door had barely closed before the class erupted in voices. "What was that and how did they get here?" Ron demanded to know. "They must have somehow apparated into the school." I tried to reason "They can't apparate on schoolgrounds, and they didn't have wards." Hermione was quick to shot down my theory. "I have never seen magic like that before. And to use wandless magic when they are so young…" She got a far away look in her eyes. Ron agreed with her "They looked around our age!" The young witch stared to pack her things away. "I'm going to the library to see if I can find anything about wandless magic like theirs. I'll see you later." With that she was out the door too. Ron rolled his eyes at her "Of course she's going to the library... What do you think will happen to them." he asked "I don't know but I don't think they're good news. When they came here it almost felt like a dementor. It became colder and I couldn't think anything happy." I shuddered at the memory and Ron squished my shoulder in sympathy. He knew how much the dementors affected me. "Dumbledore will take care of them" he said reassuring. I really hoped that was true because what we had just witness was scary and strange, and I didn't want anything to do with it.

Authors note: So this is my first fan fiction! I don't think it was half bad, but I would really like to hear your opinions so please leave a review :D I don't know where this story is going, so if you have any ideas you're more than welcome share them. And if anybody would like to be my beta please send me a message! I would like someone to share my ideas with and one who's willing to fix my gramma and spelling mistakes. But when all this is said and done, I just hope you enjoyed this chapter xD

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