Black clouds rolled over London, causing many to hurry home in case of a storm. The forecast had not mentioned any storms, but the clouds were there anyway. Anyone who was watching would have noted odd purple flashes in the clouds. It wasn't until around midday that something happened. A blast of purple lightning, thicker than any lightning seen beforehand, shot down from the clouds and blasted into the street, sending cars nearby flying and even exploding one. As fast as it had appeared, the lightning vanished, leaving a crater in the street. People from the buildings came out slowly, having heard the lightning crash and the cars exploding, and approached the edge of the crater cautiously.
"Someone's inside!" someone yelled, pointing inside the crater. A form, singed and completely naked, was laying at the center of the crater, smoking lightly and lying face down. Throwing aside all caution, a couple of men climbed down and grabbed the boy, obvious what with the male genitals, by his shoulders. When the two men grabbed him, a sphere of purple energy shot out and knocked them back. A woman on the street screamed when she saw this, and pulled out her phone, dialing the number for the emergency services.
Twenty minutes later an ambulance turned up and the paramedics got a stretcher out of the truck, climbing down the crater and approaching the boy. The two men that had tried earlier tried to warn them, but were dumbfounded when the paramedics pulled out thin sticks and levitated the boy onto the stretcher! The two 'paramedics' carried the boy up the crater, and put him into the ambulance, before getting in and driving off. After they left, several men and women in blue robes appeared out of thin air with cracks and started waving their own sticks. Immediately the pedestrians eyes became glazed as the memories of the last hour were erased and replaced by a simple lightning storm striking a car. Before the pedestrians could shake their heads to clear the cobwebs, the men and women in the blue robes had already vanished.
Meanwhile, the 'ambulance' was heading down a street towards a shopping district, rather than towards the hospital. The ambulance turned a corner, and went down an alleyway towards the back of an old abandoned boutique store. They parked the ambulance, and got the boy out and wheeled him towards a metal door. One of the 'paramedics' pulled out his stick and tapped the doorknob before turning it and pushing the gurney in. Inside, rather than the dusty and old back room of a boutique, was a clean and spacious hallway filled with people in scrubs with the logo of a wand and needle crossing. The boy was wheeled into a room, and set down on a bed, and a couple of people started waving their 'wands' at the boy and muttering under their breath. The boy was quite short, and the doctors guessed that he was in his early teens. One of the wizards pulled back an eyelid and shone a light into his eye with his wand. The boy had blue eyes and the hair that wasn't burnt off was brown.
"This is odd" said one of the witches.
"What is?"
"The age detection spell says he was born... today" she said, looking at her wand in puzzlement.
"Are you sure you did it right? This boy can't be any older then thirteen." the man said, looking down at the boy. They had conjured a patient gown for the boy, and covered his modesty.
"I've been casting this spell for so long I could do it in my sleep, Garfield. According to magic itself this boy was born today!" the witch said shrilly, obviously miffed at being doubted. Garfield rolled his eyes and cast his own age detection spell, but it came up the same way.
"Well, this is quite the mystery. We'll ask him some questions when he wakes up" Garfield said, tapping his chin in thought. The other diagnostic spells worked properly, however the Core Detection Charm picked up a foreign energy surrounding the boy's magical core, which looked both juvenile and mature at the same time.
"Is it just me, or is this kid breaking several laws of magic at once?" asked the witch, who was named Isabella.
"It's not just you Izzy" Garfield said, frowning in thought. They left the boy to rest, with several alert wards surrounding the bed to inform them when he awoke.
The boy groaned as he came back to the world of the living. He strained his eyes, and they cracked open a little bit. The light hurt, so he clenched his eyes shut. He groaned in pain. It felt like electricity was surging through him. And through the air. It felt like there was a constant static in the air. He opened his mouth to call out, but all that came out was a rasp. It wasn't in vain, however as he heard a door slide open and footsteps.
"Well, John Doe, nice to see you've woken up." a woman's voice said. The boy frowned and tried to sit up. John Doe? That wasn't his name! His name was... was...
What was his name?
A slender hand pushed against the boy's chest, gently laying him back down.
"Now, now, little one. You can't be getting up. You were in a terrible accident. Just stay calm and tell me your name so I can send an owl to your parents" the woman said. Judging from her mannerisms and speech patterns, she was a nurse or a doctor, the boy concluded.
"W...w...wat...eerr" he rasped, his throat dry. The nurse/doctor/lady lifted his head up, and brought a glass to his lips. The boy drank greedily, feeling the water sooth his dry throat. With a gasp, he emptied the glass and sank onto the soft pillows.
"Thank you" he said, his voice deep and gravelly. The deepness of his voice startled the woman, what with how young he looked. The boy spent several minutes thinking, trying to piece together his identity.
"Can you tell me your name?" the woman asked again.
"I... I think it... I think its Chris. That's all I'm getting. I can't remember my last name. Where am I? What happened?" he asked.
"You're at St Mungos. You were struck by some kind of lightning. It's amazing you're alive. We were notified about you after the London Hospital got a call about a boy being struck by lightning and creating a 'force field'. We sent some Healers out to pick you up and bring you here" the nurse/doctor/woman said. Chris frowned, his eyes still closed.
'Healers? St Mungos? London? What is she going on about? Now that I take the time to notice, she does have an English accent. Am I in Great Britain? How did that happen? Why is she acting as if we're in a Harry Potter movie?'
"What's your name?" Chris asked.
"Isabella Swann. I'm a Healer here. Can you remember your age? Or when you were born?" she asked. Chris frowned as he thought about it. For some reason, he couldn't remember the year he was born, but he could remember his age and the day and month he was born.
"I can't remember the year, but I was born on the 30th of May. I'm twenty years old though" he said. The woman, unseen by Chris, blinked in shock. He looked like he was 13-14.
"Are you sure? You look like you're in your mid-teens" she said attentively.
"Damn baby face gene..." Chris muttered, without even realizing he did. He heard a noise as if someone was scribbling, and assumed that the 'Healer' was writing notes.
"Can you tell me the date dear?" asked Healer Swann gently. Chris racked his brain, and came up with a date.
"20th of June, 2015"
Isabella gasped, dropping her writing stationary. Chris was interested that he didn't hear the clatter of a pen or pencil. Was she using a quill as well? What was this place? Some kind of Harry Potter fan recreation?
While Chris was thinking, Isabella was reeling in her thoughts.
"That... that should be all, Chris. If you'll excuse me, I have errands I must run" Isabella said shakily, and retreated from the room. Chris frowned at this behavior, and started to open his eyes. The light was bright, but not as much as before. As he opened his eyes, anyone who was in the room would have noticed that while the out part of his iris was blue-grey, the center had a purple ring around the pupil. Sadly, though, Chris was the only one in the ward now.
Healer Isabella Swann walked down the hallway of St Mungo's and entered the staff room. Luckily, no one was there and she was free to shapeshift safely. 'Isabella' concentrated and her hair turned from the dusty grey to a vibrant pink, her face gained youth and narrowed and her eyes changed from blue to yellow. With a wave of her wand, the Healer's scrubs morphed into a weird sisters shirt, torn jeans, boots and spiked arm bands.
Nymphadora Tonks shook herself and grabbed some powder from above the fireplace, chucking it into the fire and saying clearly, "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place" before entering the green fire and vanishing. She reappeared in the parlor of the old ancestral home of the Blacks, and went to the dining room where the rest of the Order were waiting for her.
"Ah, Nymphadora. Have you word on our mysterious friend?" Albus Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling merrily. He sat at the end of the table, with the rest of the Order seated in front of him.
"Yes, his name is Chris, but he doesn't remember his last name. He says his birthday is on the 30th of May, but he cannot remember the year, and he claims to be twenty years old. When I commented on his young appearance, he muttered something about a 'baby face gene'. When I asked him what the date was, he told me it was the 20th of June, 2015." Tonks said, not even bothering to scowl at Dumbledore for using her hated first name.
The people at the table gasped at this information, and Dumbledore leaned forward, steeping his fingers with a thoughtful look on his wizened face.
"A time traveler, do you suppose?" he asked.
"Well, possibly. Another interesting fact is that when the real Isabelle Swann scanned the boy for his age, he came up as having been born today. His Magical core also appears to be both juvenile and mature at the same time, with a foreign energy surrounding it."
"That's impossible. Nothing can be juvenile and mature at the same time" Severus Snape scoffed.
"Impossible it may be, that's what came up when the spell was cast. Several different Healers tried the spell, as well as myself just to double check. It's almost as if Chris' magical core was formed that day. And... It's growing" she said.
This set off mutterings around the table. Nothing like this has ever been heard of. A spontaneous formation of a magical core was unheard of, and the only case of rapid growing of a Core only ever happened in mentally ill wizarding children, and many died from an explosion of magical energy before they hit their teens.
"How has he not exploded from the power?" asked Sirius Black, looking around at the others.
"That's what I think the foreign energy is. Somehow, it's acting like a Protego and is containing the power as it grows. I don't know who this boy is or how he got to this time, but I think we should keep an eye on him, and keep him somewhere safe. If You-Know-Who learned of this boy, he might try to either recruit him or kill him." Tonks said, a serious look upon her usual cheerful face. There were nods and mutters of agreement around the table.
"I may be able to pull some strings at the Ministry and have the boy named a Ward of Hogwarts until his memories are returned. Strictly speaking, he is old enough to be a legal adult, but what with his rapidly growing core and his apparent time travel, it would be best not to allow him to wander London too freely. Was there anything else you could determine from the boy, Nymphadora?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, judging from his accent... I'd say he's Australian" Tonks said.
There was quiet in the room, and one of the Order members at the back muttered, "Bollocks"