This is an idea that struck me while I was busy coming up with more ideas for my Forging Love story. It's a Harry Potter fanfic, but it's rather OC, and very AU. In fact, it takes place literally right after Voldemort gets owned by Harry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, him and his companions and enemies are property of J.K. Rowling. I do however, own the plot of this fanfic, as well as any and all OC's you find here.

Chapter I

The Beginning

Where the bloody hell am I?

How did I get here...?

These were a couple of the many thoughts that ran around in young Harry Potter's mind. Having just gotten rid of one of the most nefarious and vilest people within the world...his world, and being transported by a flashing light to a strange place was not what he had in mind. No it was not what he had in mind at all. As he surveyed his surroundings he couldn't help but notice that there was a lot of forestry within the forest he currently resided in. He had seen many animals, some he was familiar with, others he was completely baffled by. Another thing he took notice of was that everything seemed tall- well...taller than what it was back home.

Another thing that astonished young Harry was the energy in the air. It felt so powerful, so calm, so serene. He could feel the energy fraternizing with his own magical core, and it surprised him that his core didn't react violently. He had remembered reading a book within the depths of the library back in Number 12 that a witch or wizard would feel when their core was being manipulated by an outside force it tended to react violently. Indeed, he was completely speechless by the way his core was so calm and not as restless as it was back home.

Young Harry was now walking deeper within the confines of this majestic forest, his grip on the Elder wand was tight; years of near-death experience taking over his instincts. He kept walking, mesmerized by the plants and animals in the forest, the energy within the air had completely washed over him, making his lustrous green eyes glaze over as he walked further into the forestry.

He was in such a trance-like state that he never noticed his feet carrying him to the middle of the forest, where a large lagoon was placed. He also had stopped paying attention to his surroundings, though his grip tightened subconsciously on the Elder wand. His feet carried him a bit longer before they tripped over a few rocks making him stumble and fall to the ground face first right on the shore of the large Lagoon.

That was all it took to snap him out of his trance, he shook his head trying to catch his bearings. Once he did he slowly got onto his knees and looked around, before his eyes caught sight of the large body of water in front of him. That was when he finally noticed something that he had been oblivious to before.

He had shrunk!

What

The

Bloody

Hell?!

That was all that young Harry could think of as his eyes were wide and looking everywhere wildly. He had broken into cold sweat, his mind going overboard thinking of all the possibilities, both likely and unlikely, that could have made this happen. Was it Voldemort's Death Eaters? Was it a curse that Voldemort managed to strike him with before he killed the old Dark Lord? Was it his own magic? So many questions, and no answers!

He tentatively edged closer to the lagoon again and placed his wand right next to him and he was not on all fours examining this phenomenon that had happened to him. He slowly cupped his cheek with one of his hands and then felt his whole face as he gazed within the reflection that gazed back up at him, its expression mirroring his own. An expression of incomprehension, mixed with bafflement, and a bit of fear. He moved some of his locks away from his forehead while he was examining himself and saw that the scar was still there as well, even though he had destroyed the horcrux within himself.

He slowly placed a hand in the water and splashed water onto his face a few times before finally cupping his hands together, making a faux cup, and bringing what little water he could up to his dry lips and he took a sip. His eyes widened a bit as the water was unnaturally cold and refreshing, regardless of the fact that the air had gotten colder now that it was nighttime. He once again drank some more water as he looked at the surroundings he now found himself within. He looked back at the lagoon, and something amazing caught his eyes, the reflection of the moon…or in this case, moons! Two of them. He now knew that he was definitely not on Earth anymore.

He heard some movement to his right, and his battle reflexes immediately took control of him and he grabbed his wand and made a dive to the left ending up in a kneeling position, a curse on his lips, ready to be spoken should need be. The tip of the Elder wand shone as magic was being concentrated for a spell. But Harry stopped himself when he saw that it was a young fox, a kit.

The kit looked up at him startled by his movements. It was now completely alert, ready to flee from this strange creature that had reacted this way towards it. But Harry made no movements, except lowering his wand very, very slowly, so as to not startle the young kit. The kit saw this and it slowly relaxed, but it was still tense and it looked a round a bit, making Harry believe that it was looking for escape routes, which surprised him some. Harry then backed away some more so as to give the kit its space. The kit then slowly limped over to the lagoon in order to drink some water.

That was when Harry noticed that its hind left leg was bleeding profusely. He hadn't noticed it until he was finally assessing the situation at hand rather than letting his instincts run wild. He slowly edged towards the kit, not at a snail's pace mind you, but slow enough to not startle it. The kit noticed the sudden movement and stiffened a bit, its head immediately snapped upwards to look at Harry and bare its teeth at him, growling, but it came out as a high pitched noise that made Harry smile a bit. He then gently extended his hand and stopped a few inches away from the kit's face, in order to let it sniff him and judge him.

The kit looked at Harry with a look that one would think of as suspicious, its already narrow eyes narrowing more, if possible at all. It then tentatively sniffed the offered hand and from the hand it went onto sniff the rest of Harry trying to ascertain that his aura wasn't dangerous. While the kit did this, Harry noticed that it was smaller than most kits he had seen in books, its ears less pointy and smaller as well, its snout was also sticking out too much, and its tail was very puffy. The kit also had the most beautiful silvery colored pelt of fur he had ever seen on an animal before, it was however ruined by the blood that was still running down its left hind leg. The kit was in front of him again, it then licked his palm excitedly yipping at him.

Harry couldn't help but smile down at it. He then brought his wand up, causing the kit to stiffen again, but Harry reassured it by petting its head gently, he then proceeded to wave it around the bleeding leg and murmured a quick healing spell, causing the wound to seal up and the leg to be good as new. He did a quick scourgify on the leg to rid the blood and put his wand back in his wrist holster.

Harry then sat back as he watch the fox kit look at its leg, then back at him, then at the leg, an back at him. It the yipped excitedly and ran in circles twice before jumping into the shrub it came from. Harry was a bit disappointed at that, but he just sighed and leaned back, his hands on the ground, feet sprawled in front of him, his head pointing upwards as he gazed at the two moons. They were very beautiful moons, one appeared to be closer than the other, it was a pale blue color he noticed. The other was a darker blue color, he wondered why that was, but that would just bring more questions than answers.

Harry sighed exasperatedly and went over to the base of a tree in order to lean against the trunk of it and try to get some sleep. But the plan of sleep was ruined as he heard something padding on the grass towards him. He looked up and saw that it was the same fox kit that he had helped. It was dragging a fruit that seemed to be a mix between a watermelon and a pumpkin, judging by the colors and size. It stopped in front of him and dropped the fruit, and nudged it towards Harry with its muzzle. Harry smiled and picked up the fruit, he then sniffed it and licked the outside of it in order to see if there was any taste. He was surprised to see that it tasted amazing. Like an apple mixed with kiwi or strawberry. He took a bite and was shocked by the great taste of it. Harry then split it in half with a small version of the cutting curse and gave half to the kit and ate the other half himself.

Once they both finished, the fox kit jumped onto Harry's chest and nuzzled into it, surprising Harry as it did this. He the pet it a bit and scratched behind it behind the ears, causing it to pur and lick his face, making him smile. It then yawned rather cutely, if Harry could say so himself, and closed its eyes, Harry still petting it. But soon, Harry joined it, the elder wand long forgotten at his side, as he cuddled with the young kit.

Thus Harry finally let sleep overtake him, but before he was well within the realm of dreams, he could have sworn to having heard some giggling, and felt something or someone stroke his cheeks, while there was a tune being hummed in the middle of the night, it was a happy tune, one that eased him. Harry was in for quite a surprise. But for now, let's let him sleep, after all, he deserves it.

Til next time,

Eddy Marvolo Riddle

(\(o.o) Adios!