AN - Gemini: I will be inventing Parseltongue translations for some names, as well as invent a few species of magical creatures and at least one new species of dragon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I do, however, own the random species of reptiles that I create, as well as Parseltongue name translations.

Languages for the time being:

Parseltongue

English

Chapter 1: Silver

Harry Potter was an ordinary child with a less than ordinary problem. His parents had died, and he was living with an aunt, uncle, and cousin that hated him. They hated him because weird things happened around him. They blamed him for everything weird that happened around them.

And the worst part of his problem was that he couldn't run away. Whenever he tried, the police or some weirdoes in cloaks would catch him and take him back.

Harry liked running. He liked to feel the wind on his face and in his hair. He cherished those few moments of freedom he felt whenever he ran. He loved running so much that he was always doing it. Everywhere he went, he would be running. It had even become a little game for him, see how far he could run before he got caught.

However, little did Harry know that his latest attempt to escape on July 31, 1986 would be his last.

Harry was running as fast as he could. He passed a white chalk line on the sidewalk and grinned. He had just run further than he ever had before. Harry didn't even slow down though, he just grinned and kept running.

Harry kept running until he reached a bridge near the city limits. He finally stopped here. 'Something doesn't feel right', Harry thought. Usually by this time, someone would've caught him.

He decided to sleep under the bridge, as it was getting dark, and he wasn't quite ready to leave London. He made himself comfortable, and closed his eyes. He waited for a few moments before he opened them.

When he opened his eyes, Harry knew he was asleep. The first thing that clued him in was the forest he always saw in his dreams. As he sat up, he saw something jump out of the grass at him. As it landed in his lap, he heard it say, "Sstranger, you're back!"

Harry grinned as he picked up the silver-colored snake. He let it lick him a few times before he said, "Yeah, I missed you too Svils." He noticed something was bothering the snake, so he said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing'ss wrong," he heard the snake say nervously. "Why would anything be wrong?"

Harry just stared at it.

"Alright, fine!" He finally said. "The elderss found out I'd been talking to you." The snake looked away, embarrassed. "They told me we weren't ssuppossed to talk to people, and if I led you back home, you would kill uss all."

Harry looked at the snake for a moment. "Why would I do that?" Harry asked. "I haven't killed you yet. Besides, I'm not actually here."

The snake looked startled. "What do you mean by that?" He looked confused. "I can ssee you right there! I can actually touch you!"

Harry chuckled for a minute. "Sorry, let me explain. Whenever I fall asleep, I come here. This is a place I can find only in my dreams." He looked at Svils for a moment before saying. "But you tell me that this place is real, so I will find it. Whatever it takes, I will find this place and meet you properly."

Harry felt himself slipping back to wakefulness, so he said, "I have to go now, Svils. I'll see you later."

The first things Harry noticed upon waking were the two people standing over him, complaining.

"Blimey, when you said Potter Duty was hell, you weren't kidding." one of them said. "I was only assigned this month, but we've already had to catch him three times."

"He's been gone too long." the other one said. "We're gonna need a time-turner for this one."

Harry knew they wanted to send him back, but he didn't know what they were talking about. 'Time Turner? What's that?' he wondered. Then he panicked. He didn't want to go back, so he jumped to his feet and ran. He didn't get very far before the first man caught him.

"Let me go!" he shouted at him. "I don't want to go back!"

"Hurry up with the turner, Will!" the man holding him shouted.

"Here!" the other man shouted, and threw a round object on a chain at the other man. As the man was reaching for the object, Harry felt an odd tug behind his bellybutton. Everything after that happened in slow motion.

The man caught the object as the other yelled "No, you idiot!" as he was yanked into the air. Harry did the only thing that he could. Close his eyes and picture his forest.