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Summary: HP/SS After an accident during the battle in the Department of Mysteries, fifteen year old Harry Potter finds himself face to face with the Marauders and Co. Stuck in a time where he does not belong, with barely any memory of his old self, The-Boy-Who-Lived begins to make friends with the oddest of people.
Rating may go up in future chapters.
A/N: This more of a prologue chapter than anything else. More or less a teaser, I suppose.
Three figures dashed through the underbrush in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. As they reached a clearing, lit only by the light of the full moon, the three began frolicking in the three foot tall brush. The largest of the group, a werewolf, reared back to pounce on another figure, a glorious stag. Before the attack could be completed, a great black dog jumped on the back of the werewolf and drug him to the ground.
The stag threw his forelegs up in triumph and neighed loudly through the empty forest. As he returned to all fours, he caught sight of a fourth figure: a rat. The rat gazed up at the stag meaningfully then turned around and ran in the same direction that he had come from. Prongs turned and looked at Padfoot for a moment, giving him a look that said let him to distract Moony from the area Wormtail was leading him to. Padfoot immediately caught the attention of Moony and took off the opposite direction of Wormtail and Prongs.
Wormtail's destination was only a short way away. Before long, Prongs caught the silhouette of a human figure lying unconscious on the forest floor; although, it was too dark to make out any distinct features. Prongs swiveled his head in the direction Padfoot had lead Moony to, listening carefully to make sure Moony was not anywhere in the near vicinity before reverting to his human form. He knelt down and pressed his hand to the person's neck, checking for a pulse. After assuring himself that whoever this was was still physically healthy, apart from being unconscious, Prongs hoisted the the figure over his back and returned to his Animagus state, the other draped across his back, and began making his way back to the edge of the forest.
Once there, he placed the boy where he knew the grounds keeper, Rubeus Hagrid, would find him during his morning rounds.