The threads of an old life

prologue

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold."-Frodo Baggins

He was floating. His mind and body completely at peace for the first time in sixteen years. 'Where am I?' he thought as his eyes slowly opened to the pure white world he had found himself in.

"You are in a place between your world and mine," a calm soothing voice answered. "You have gone through so much in your life, and even in death you had challenges placed before you. But I have brought you here in hopes that you can heal."

"Heal? I think that might be a little late, now that I'm dead."

"It is never too late."

"After I heal can I go back?"

"…I cannot say."

"But I have to go back, there are people who will need me. People I need to take care of."

"No matter I still cannot tell you, but know that one other from your world is going with you. He will not be able to understand you, but you must do your best to protect him. He had followed you in your death, but his soul is heavily marked with destiny…he will not be aloud a peaceful rest until he has completed his purpose, rather it be the one he knows or another yet revealed."

"…Harry?"

"Yes, the young boy with a pure heart… his time here will not be easy. It was much harder to get him here when he followed, and I'm afraid I couldn't bring him through without some damage."

"What!? What do you mean?"

"He was not dead when he fell through, and certain sacrifices had to be made for his somewhat safe travel here."

"Sacrifices?"

"He body is now that of a youngling of six summers old, or rather how he was at six summers…which unfortunately also means his body is malnourished and covered in injuries of ranging severity."

"Oh Harry…"

"I must tell you, that you do have a choice, you can stay with him in silence or you can leave him and find your own happiness with those who will be able to understand you."

"I will NOT abandon Harry! That is not an option at all." Anger filled his voice. Leaving Harry when he would be nothing but a six year old? In a new world where he would have to once again fulfill others expectations. That would be heartless and cruel, and something he simply couldn't do, but one thing did bother him. "Why won't he understand me?"

"Your body was dead, and thus we couldn't bring it through in any shape or form. So we found one here that would be easiest for your soul to adapt to…"

He mulled over the words briefly before understanding dawned on him. He gave a slight nod before he fell silent.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

The white around him pulsed slightly and began to lift, almost like a fog as he felt himself become more aware of his body. He felt the grass beneath his paws and a slight breeze ruffle his midnight black fur. And as the fog finally lifted his grey eyes fell instantly onto the tiny lump of cloth on the other side of the rocky plain. 'Don't worry Harry, I WILL protect you this time.'

A.N: I know this is really short, but this really is just a prologue. I'm currently writing the first chapter (which will be a LOT longer hopefully)and I'm quite happy with what I have planned. I just got my computer (after being without for like two YEARS) so I plan to update my other stories too, but this story has been swimming in my brain for a while now sooo chances are this will be updated most often.

I'm working off a note program for now (hopefully not for long) so please excuse any miss spellings or grammar errors for now, I'll try my best to fix ones I see but some still might slip through.

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and also three guesses on who's point of view this chapter is in?