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A/N: This is a plot bunny that's been bouncing around my head for a while. It's only going to be a couple chapters long and shouldn't interfere with any of my other stories. For those who are only going to follow this one, be forewarned that the updates are going to be sporadic at best.

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

The boy took a couple of shaky steps, before he collapsed on to the green grass, gasping for breath. His had searched wildly, blindly over his chest feeling for something he knew was vitally important, though he couldn't put a name to it. His eyes started to blink wildly as he attempted to remain conscious, although his efforts were in vain, as his eyelids slid close and remained that way.

The unconscious body fell with a thump in the empty night, leaving only the stagnant smells of loneliness and confusion.

The following morning came with baby sunlight filtering through the broken green roof, falling on the boy's face, the wind brushing over it like a mother's caress.

The still figure twitched once, then again, as the wind continued to play in his hair. Above him, the branches creaked, and the dirt was warm beneath his head. His hand came up to hold it, and his body curled into himself.

Where was he?

Who was he?

In his head, where he could normally feel memories, there was only a void. There was something missing and he didn't know what. On instinct, his had felt at his chest and felt only thin cloth. His heart clenched, but he didn't know why.

With a lurch, he forced himself to his feet, and unsteadily staggered through the trees. Faintly he could hear the sound of a barking dog. He froze, contrasting instincts fighting in his body. On one hand, he felt the urge to flee, to not be noticed. Dogs meant only bad things. Yet on the other, dogs meant people. People who could help him. Was it worth taking a risk, or staying in alone in a forest? He didn't even know where he was.

He turned slightly to follow the sound of the dog. People... people could help.

Harry was silent as Hagrid taught the class. They were doing blast-ended skrewts, whatever they were; he wasn't even sure if it was a legal breed. Hermione and Ron stood on either side of him, silent as well, one sketching and the other trying to the skrewt from biting. Harry himself was cutting up different meats and what sort, resisting the urge to cringe from the slimy, gooey... thing.

He frowned when he heard rustling from the Forbidden Forest, and glanced towards Fang to see if the dog had realized anything, but to his surprise the dog had his ears back against his head, and was as close as he could be to the wall of Hagrid's cabin. At most, Harry had assumed that the rustling was the wind or sprites that were said to occupy the trees, but whatever Fang sensed could be dangerous.

"Hermione," he said to his friend. "Listen. Do you hear that?"

Hermione stopped sketching, and listened. "The wind?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "Look at Fang."

Hermione frowned when she saw the big dog's state. "We should tell Hagrid..." she muttered.

Harry nodded. Ron finally distracted the skewt and looked over at the duo. "Oi! What's taking so long? This isn't easy, you know!"

Hermione hurried over to the redhead, laying aside the half done sketch, telling Harry, "Get Hagrid."

Harry hurried across the lawn, to where he could see the big teacher trying to help Neville. "Hagrid! Hagrid!" he called. The half-giant turned to look at him.

"Harry!" he boomed. "'Ave yeh fed the skewt yet? Any luck?"

Harry shook his head. "No, not that. Look at Fang."

Hagrid turned and shook his head sadly when he saw what his dog was doing. "Fang's a big ole coward. Nothin's gonna hurt yeh."

"Hermione's worried. Even Fang's not that bad without a reason."

The giant conceded. "Oi!" he yelled, his voice carrying over the field. "Everyone inside! Class is over for the day!"

Most of the students left immediately, pleased with any excuse to leave the blast-ended skrewts. Malfoy had only paused for a taunting shot before he too left, leaving only the golden trio behind.

"Yeh all should go to." The large professor told the three. "It might be dangerous."

Harry shook his head confidently. "I'm the one who noticed it. I should be here."

Hagrid opened his mouth to deny the boy one more time, but before he could get the words out, the branches rustled again. The four heads turned in unison to stare at the swaying branches. The students readied their wands, and Hagrid clenched his fists, swelling to challenge the threat.

And out of the branches fell... a boy? Indeed it was a boy, perhaps a year or two older than Harry. His white hair was mottled with leaves and soil, his face was caked in dirt and he was unconscious.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "He's hurt. See his arm? It's bleeding. And his chest is too? Come on, Ronald, help me bring him over here."

Harry stood back as his tall friend helped the girl move the boy further out into the clearing. "Can you heal him?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. "It's not something I want to try, and anyway, Dumbledore should see him before we do anything."

Harry nodded, aware of Hagrid leaving in his peripheral vision, "Check his arm."

Ron agreed, pulling the sleeve up to reveal lightly scarred skin, but no death mark. "I guess he isn't a death eater..." he hesitated in saying, but insisted, "but he could still be working for You-Know-Who."

Hermione sighed gustily. "Honestly, Ronald. I doubt that You-Know-Who would waste his time sending a child into the school while he still doesn't have his own body. That is what you said, Harry?"

Harry nodded again, his gaze not leaving the collapsed figure in front of him.

"Well, well." an elderly voice came from behind him. "What do we have here?"

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed, whirling around. "It's a good thing you're here, sir. We found this boy in the Forbidden Forest."

"I see. Well, we'll bring him up to my office before we wake him up. Come along now." He called over his shoulder, as he gave his wand a casual flick, levitating the body so it followed along behind him.