AN: I liveeee
I know I haven't posted here in ages, but I thought I might as well post this plot bunny that's been bugging me for the past week

This is a Harry Potter x Bendy and the Ink Machine crossover! Haven't gotten fully into the crossover part yet, I'll see if I can add more if the inspiration as to where to go from this strikes me

Harry's feet pounded against the floor of the confusing labyrinth that was the Department of Mysteries, dread flooding him as he realised he had been completely separated from his friends. In the rush to escape the Death Eaters that had chased them he hadn't even realised until he found himself alone in what he had mentally dubbed the 'time room', full of time turners and jars of creatures he couldn't look at for more than moments before revulsion and pity rose in his chest.

The thick door nearly muffled the chaos and fighting he knew to be going outside. The glowing prophecy orb felt like a heavy weight in his hand. His friends were put in so much danger from following him into Voldemort's trap, all for this? He wanted so badly to just throw it at the ground and pulverise it to dust in that moment.

Distraction tore him from that temptation when the door leading to the confusing corridor opened, letting in a certain blonde man that quickly looked very much like the cat that had caught the canary.

"Potter," Malfoy senior drawled, "You know this would be much easier on you and your little group if you just came quietly and handed over that prophecy." Rather than attempt to corner him Lucius stood in the doorway, wand aloft as he blocked Harry's exit.

Harry felt a chill go down him as he slowly backed up, attempting to scan his eyes about for another way out without taking his eyes off the man. He had to stop short as he nearly walked into a rack holding up many little time turners, only spotted in the dim lighting from how searching for flashes of gold was near second nature to him.

"I'd rather smash it first." Harry bit back, "I'm sure ol' Voldie would love it gift wrapped in a thousand pieces." He turned his side more towards the Death Eater, wand steadily pointed forward in a way that contrasted with the ball of anxiety in his stomach, his other arm tightly gripping the mentioned orb shifting more towards his back.

A ugly snarl spread over Malfoy's face at being denied yet again, quickly shooting a vibrant red spell at the teen in response. Harry tensed, unsure of what the silent spell would do, and made a split second decision that changed everything.

Rather than attempt to shield himself with own of his own spells he dove to the side. The spell collided with the rack of time turners behind him instead, destroying the fragile items in an instant and sending golden sand everywhere. Harry covered his eyes with his wand arm instinctively, coughing as the sand entered his lungs and left him breathless.

After that he only knew pain and darkness.

Harry slowly found himself waking again to a hand softly shaking his shoulder and hard brick pressing against his back. The muffled noise of traffic and chatter brought confusion. Wasn't he just… why couldn't he remember? It felt like someone had wrapped his brain in cotton.

He managed to slowly pry his eyes open, wincing as his head pounded with pain, to see a woman with dark eyes and a concerned expression only inches away from him. Everything past her face was blurred, something unsurprising as he noted the weight of his glasses absent from his face.

"Hello? Are you okay?" The woman questioned, leaning backwards out of Harry's limited sight in an attempt to give him room.

"I- I think so." Harry croaked, wincing in pain as talking caused his throat to scream in pain. He slowly began to shuffle about, sitting up so his back pressed less uncomfortably into the brick wall.

The woman gave him a critical look, not that he could really tell, not entirely believing. He had been found laying in the entrance of a alleyway, completely out to the world, and he claimed to be fine?

"Do you remember how you ended up here?" She questioned softly.

That gave Harry pause. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what he could last recall. He could definitely remember Hogwarts, but the past day (he hoped it was only a day at least) was in fragments. A crackling fireplace, the feel of wind rushing past him, a softly glowing orb that somehow seemed important…

It was easier for him to just shake his head. He wasn't sure it was a fellow magic-user he was speaking to anyways. On that train of thought… "Where is here?"

"You're just outside Kowalski's bakery, in New York." She affirmed, worry rising in her as she noticed how unfocused the teens eyes were. Not to mention the apparent missing memory. "What's your name?"

Harry paused yet again, but for entirely different reasons this time. He wasn't sure if he should give the woman her name. Sure she hadn't seemed to want to harm him, but usually he never got enjoyable reactions from his name. Think, think. What 'normal' (compared to the ones the wizarding world seemed to prefer at least) names did he know…

"Norman." He blurted out. "Norman Po- Polk." Merlin, he was so bad at coming up with names.