Hi! This is my first go at a fanfic so if there's any comments or criticisms you have regarding my writing, please don't be afraid to send them my way. I'm writing this mainly for me, but if you enjoy it as well, great. If you don't, well, sorry about it.

Chapter 1

Armando awoke to the sound of roaring fires and the cries of witches and wizards desperately running for their lives. Alone and surrounded by what could only be described as chaos, he found himself in a state of absolute shock. One moment he was listening to his friends, the Weasleys, energetically tease and bicker with each other about the result of the 1994 Quidditch World Cup; everything seemed to be fine when next thing he knew, he was running through a field of tents as a herd of witches and wizards alike clashed against each other trying to escape the havoc. He'd hardly had time to process it all before getting knocked out by who knows what.

He spat the dirt out his mouth and touched his face, only to wince at the rasping pain that caused him. Carefully wiping the dirt off his copper skin he attempted to stand upright. Aside from the pulsing coming from his head and the tingling tenderness of his cheek, his body seemed fine. Thank God. Where do I even go? He started walking as quickly as possible, building it up to a slow jog as he attempted to get as far away from the campsite as he could. He looked back and could see the furthermost part of the campsite slowly turning into a graveyard of tents and debris. Where the hell are my friends? Armando hoped to at least be able to meet up with one of them so at least he wouldn't be alone. He'd also hoped they'd be able to make sense of everything. What am I doing?He was supposed to be enjoying the night with his good friends, not scared and alone.

Lots of the tents that stood earlier today were now destroyed and being slowly consumed by fire. He found a raised clearing far enough from the burning tents that offered some shelter and a view of most of the campsite. Amidst the stars and smoke above, Armando noticed a green light smudging the night sky. Made up of stars that shined like jade, there was a huge skull with an emerald serpent slithering out its mouth. What the hell is that?The only source of light Armando could see was that of the emerald skull above and of the red flames below. In the distance he could hear the sound of the roaring fire mixed with the screams of people frantically trying to escape the chaos.

He looked around anxiously for anything that would give him any sort of relief when the sound of running feet hitting the ground caused Armando to turn his head. He couldn't see who the person was, but he figured it best to hide for the moment until he figured out who the sounds belonged to. He crouched low, waiting to see the approaching stranger. As the person got closer and the sounds of running feet got louder, Armando saw the silhouette. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and seemed to be running from something. Or someone?

"Who is that?" he asked himself. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Can't be Harry or Ron, or any of the twins. Maybe it's Mr. Weasley? No he doesn't have that type of build. Armando sneaked a bit closer to get a better view of who this stranger was and discovered that they were in fact a young man. But upon getting closer he realized that there was more than just one person. For as the young man ran, Armando saw him throw jinxes and curses over his shoulder.

What is going on?!Armando crouched, unsettled by the tremendous amount of confusion and anxiousness that was building inside him. It was obvious that the young man rushing through the area was desperately trying to escape from someone or something as he continued to shoot curses behind him. That's when Armando saw who he was running from: death eaters. Two of them to be exact. Hooded and concealing their faces with masks, these two death eaters chased after the unknown man shooting streams of red, green, and blue lights out their wands that each time seemed to get closer and closer to hitting their target. Armando was thinking about finding another place to hide when he saw a bright red light shoot straight at the young man's shoulder, followed by a loud cry as he was sent flying forward and rolling in the dirt. Wands raised, the two death eaters approached the young man as he struggled to get up. He's gonna die..With so much emotions going on inside him all at once, he didn't know what to do, but running off to safety seemed to be the best thing to do at the moment. Armando turned around and began to silently tiptoe away, when he suddenly heard one of the death eaters shout a spell that was followed by a scream from the injured stranger. FuckHe wanted so bad to start running, but his body did not listen to him. With either bravery, downright foolishness, or a mixture of both, and a lack of sensible thinking, Armando turned around and walked towards them, wand raised.

"Confringo!" he shouted, creating a great explosion whose impact hit one of the two death eaters, knocking them down. The other one quickly turned to face the direction in which the curse was shot from and shot back a curse that barely missed Armando.

"Who goes there ?!" Shouted the death eater. He shot another curse, setting a dried up tree on fire. Armando snuck around the bushes and trees while the death eater approached his previous position. He quickly went to the injured stranger and crouched down to see his wounds. His nose was bleeding, his face and arms were scraped up and his shoulder looked displaced, making him groan in agony. He looks a mess. It was obvious that this stranger was in pain, but nothing a healing spell and some remedies couldn't fix... hopefully. Armando looked down at the young man and held his index finger to his lips, telling him to keep as quiet as possible. He stood up slowly and aimed his wand at the death eater's back. The death eater was starting to turn to face them when Armando shouted, "Stupefy!" A beam of scarlet light shot out his wand and hit the death eater straight in the chest, shooting him back and knocking him unconscious. Armando knelt back down and asked the stranger, "I'm going to need you to get up. Can you do that?" The young man seemed dazed and didn't reply. Armando repeated himself and this time the young man appeared to understand him because he slowly nodded. Armando tried his best to help him stand, but it was a struggle. He was as heavy as he looked but the adrenaline coursing through Armando's body certainly helped in getting him up and limping about. He managed to put the stranger's good arm over his shoulders and said, "Alright let's get somewhere safe, okay?" Only response he got from him was a nod and some groans but that was enough of a reply for Armando because he started walking after that.

They walked for what felt like an eternity. Every step they took seemed to be painful for the young man whose face was difficult to make out under the scrapes and blood and every noise frightened Armando. He was scared that behind a tree or shrub another death eater would jump out and hit them with the killing curse or worse. The fires had died down for the most part, which gave Armando a sliver of hope and a tiny sense of relief. When they finally established enough distance for Armando to deem safe and clear, Armando slowly set the man down on the ground and took a look at his shoulder.It looks bad.

"It's not that bad," he lied. He took his wand out and the young man immediately raised his other arm in protest.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," he told the stranger, "And I kinda saved your life," he said shakily, "so I think it's safe to say you can somewhat trust me..." the stranger lowered his arm, "...for now. Episkey". A loud crack could be heard as the stranger's bones popped back together, making him yell out in pain.

"I'm sorry!" whispered Armando, "but your shoulder was really messed up! I had to." The young man continued to groan in pain, but it was clear that he was thankful that this stranger had been kind enough to save his life.

"Try not to move it a lot. We should get you real help, I just popped the bones back together," Armando told the stranger. He was relieved to no longer be alone, but he really wanted to be with his friends right now. "We have to get out of here," Armando said, standing up. "You good to walk?" the stranger nodded and they slowly walked towards who knows what. Armando noticed that the stranger's footsteps were really loud. It got to the point that they made him anxious because he was sure everyone within a half kilometer radius could hear them. If another one of those guys comes out again, I'm leaving his ass.

They had walked for ten minutes when the stranger tripped and fell behind Armando. Armando turned around and crouched next to him when all of a sudden, a set of wizards apparated around them shouting "Stupefy!" Armando ducked his head, laying it on the stranger's abdomen. Had they not been on the ground, the spells surely would've knocked them out.

"Who are you?!" One of the wizards shouted. Armando looked up at and saw that they weren't dressed like the other ones. He couldn't make out their faces, but he could clearly see their wands all pointed at him.

"Who are you?" Armando replied back.

"We ask the questions and you ans-"

"Crouch!" One of the other people cut him off. "They're children! Armando it's me." Armando looked at the owner of the voice, jumped up and ran to them. "Mr. Weasley!"

"Arthur careful!" Crouch exclaimed, eyeing Armando as if he was about to pull a stunt on him.

"Oh put your wands down! It's just Armando. My Armando, I'm glad you're alive! Are you hurt?"

"No im fine but this guy is hurt," Armando replied. "He was being attached by two men in masks and hooded cloaks over there so I helped him, but he needs medical help. Have you found the others?" Upon hearing his story, Crouch ordered a witch and wizard to check the area and they quickly apparated as the rest approached the fallen stranger.

"Are you saying you fought off two men?" Crouch asked. Armando looked to Mr. Weasley, who nodded.

"I think my response should be no because no underage magic but-"

"No matter. You'll receive a pardon from the ministry this time," Crouch said quickly before walking towards the stranger on the floor.

"Armando let's go find the others and get back to the port key," Mr. Weasley said putting his hand on Armando's shoulder. He nodded and they went off.

"Wait." He turned mid-step to see the stranger standing up while three wizards tried to help him.

"Vwat is your name?" the stranger asked.

"Armando Cisneros," Armando replied before running off to catch up with Mr. Weasley.

"Take it easy Krum," one of the wizards told him.

"Let's get you out of here," another added. He didn't pay much attention to them, but just watched as the boy who saved his life disappeared into the darkness.

Armando Cisneros... I owe you one.