Disclaimer: I do not own Mad Max and I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I want to, really.

A/N: First FanFic and I am in need of a Beta. This first half is all self-beta'd, so forgive me. So far this is rated M for swearing.

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Luck was never something Harry truly felt like he had. Looking back at his life he could see luck fleeing him when his parents were murdered which led him to being in the care of an unloving aunt and her family. Once again luck fled when it came to his childhood years as he attended primary school where he was bullied and never made friends. Fortunately Lady Luck passed by in a whirl when he turned eleven. Being whisked away into a world of magic and discovered what it meant to have friends and family. After that Harry was very confused on what life wanted from him. Time and time again he found himself in life threatening situations and each time he seemed to barely come out alive. He was sure that if he had always been on the Weasley's clock that he would have been at "mortal peril" more than most of the others in the family. Maybe even beating Charlie and Bill despite their more dangerous occupations.

When Harry finally faced Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest he had thought that was the end. That there would be no more crazy stunts that he had to pull and no more predestined paths he had to follow. He could finally just be Harry... But no, not even a minute after he 'vanquished' the man that had ruined his life did Harry find himself in a barren waste land.

The roof of the great Hall had fallen under the pressure of the attack on Hogwarts. The amount of magic condensed in the ceiling had crackled and started falling. Wizards and witches all around him had started casting shields with the last of their magic that they had. Unfortunately Harry did not have the strength to wave his wand after everything that had happened.

Yes, luck absolutely hated him. And Harry was sure that he hated Lady Luck even more.

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Sand spread out before him for miles in every direction. The flat and unforgiving landscape made him want to claw his eyes out. Especially with the blinding sun that hung over this barren world like a devil hovering over its prey.

Harry had woken up to this peculiar place after the Battle and the sudden collapse of the Great Hall. At first he had believed it to be a dream but after sitting in the sun for maybe ten minutes he decided that the sun burn he was quickly accumulating was real and incredibly painful.

His eyes hurt like never before and his throat was drier than when he had stood before the Hungarian Horntail in his fourth year.

Something needed to be done and fast if he was to survive wherever he was. Immediately Harry began checking what he had on him.

"Okay what do I have on me. The elder wand, perfect. Clothes, a few Bertie Botts Beans, the invisibility cloak, Gaunt's ring, my wand, and my moleskine pouch."

Wait. The ring?

Harry swore he had dropped it in the forest. Quickly he stored it in his pouch and took out his snapped holly wand and muttered a quick reparo and watched as the wood and feather mended itself back together. He felt a little better having two wands in his arsenal to go up against whatever this place had in store for him and get back home. Harry knew the basics of apparition and quickly went through the three D's as he pictured the front gates of Hogwarts. Nothing happened. He could feel the magic swirling inside him and the wand but nothing would happen. He tried again but decided to apparate three paces away to another sandy spot. A loud crack was heard and he felt himself squeezed before he stumbled to his new spot. So he could apparate but not back to Hogwarts.

Harry sat down on the ground again and absently rubbed at his scar. What was he going to do? Walk home?

Looking around at the desert that surrounded his sad spot on the sandy ground he couldn't help but let out a whimper. This place looked nothing like Britain and where even in muggle London he could feel some magic, here in this wasteland, he felt no magic. None at all.

"I am royally fucked."

-Maddened-

The rest of the day was awful. His eyes kept itching and he was hungry. Thankfully procuring water was within his skill set and Harry was able to always have a stream of water ready to sooth his throat. Which was needed often seeing as he had decided to travel across the sandy plains in the heat of the day.

Also the Episkey charm was used quite often on his skin. It was like a battle between him and the sun rays. The sun burned him and then he healed himself before the burn got too bad. Then they repeated the process again and again.

By the time the sun was starting to set he was laying on the ground for a break and ended up asleep right when his head hit the sand. After hours of oblivion the boy hero woke up to the sun glaring down at him and sweat on his brow.

That day was as bad as the first and the only difference was that Harry shredded his torn shirt to use as a makeshift turban and his button up flannel became the only thing protecting his upper body from burning.

If Hermione was here then he would probably be bowing to her superior knowledge and she would have some kind of charm placed on him to fend off the burns.

Harry immediately cast the thought out of his mind and tried to put up his pitiful Occlumency shields. Home was not what he wanted to think about at the moment… because when he did he wanted to scream in frustration.

It wasn't until night fell that anything interesting happened... Harry awoke to revving of engines and what sounded like loud popping noises. It took a second to register that the sound was actually gunfire. Something that Harry had only ever heard coming out of the Dursley's telly.

"Bloody hell," he choked out as he strained his ears to listen for the noise again.

It seemed to be coming a little ways away from him but still too close for comfort. Quickly Harry turned over in his small hovel he had dug using magic and pushed his invisibility cloak off his face. The first thing he saw was the sky. The stars were bright against the dark blue of the night. It was the most incredible sight he had ever seen. Sure Harry spent a lot of time looking through telescopes from the astronomy tower but the brightness from the castle still caused issues with visibility.

He could pick out the constellations he knew and the Milky Way. A surge of relief filled him at the sight of something familiar.

The sound of engines roared in his ears again. It was a lot closer than it was a minute ago.

Cursing his inattentiveness, Harry quickly began to banish the sand below him in an attempt to make his hovel a little deeper. It was about three feet deep by the time he was finished. The sound of those vehicles continued to come closer and when they seemed to be right on top of him Harry huddled in his invisibility cloak and prayed to whoever could hear him that he would go unnoticed.

Finally the vehicles, there had to be about ten from the amount of noise that was being made, seemed to be right there on top of him. Wheels flew over him and sand was sprayed over the cloak and down the insides of his makeshift shelter.

Of course he was lucky enough to be laying in the tracks of a gaggle of overly loud vehicles.

When the group passed Harry timidly poked his head out and looked at the retreating group. Suddenly they turned and he could barely see one car slightly ahead of the others being shot at. Well the wizard assumed that it was being shot at. Especially since he could make out that the various pursuing vehicles looked very... angry looking. With sharp shagged metal sticking out each of its sides and was that fire blazing around the cars? Well if you could call them cars. Despite the poor visibility Harry could clearly deduce that whatever he was watching was not normal.

Suddenly the cars were heading towards him again and were coming fast.

The boy quickly ducked back into his hole and stuffed the invisibility cloak in his pants. With the Elder wand gripped tightly in his right hand he prepared to do something extremely Gryffindorish.

-Maddened-

Max was having a hell of a ride.

The scavengers were persistent little buggers and were not afraid to use gun fire but all was well... His car was already damaged and in need of repair anyway. Before any repairs could be done he had to shake these guys off his tail. He could shake them alright but it took effort and some pre-planning. If anyone wanted to survive on this hell of a planet then they had to have a good helping of self preservation.

Unfortunately that self preservation turns to shit when his head starts spinning.

There was a flicker in the passenger seat next to him. A young boy with scraggly brown hair peering at him with bloodshot doe eyes.

When Max starts seeing him he knows that his life is about to change and something important is going on. Which is why he let the stupid scavengers get this close to him and was currently leading them towards one of the few mines he dug in the sand three months ago. Max shifted the gears of his mustang and the engine roared as he let his car jump over a crevice in the sand.

It was then that shit hit the fan. Luckily said shit was not aimed at him at the his rear view mirror he saw one to the magnificent things he had ever witnessed.

A giant bird of fire that seemed to swoop in the hair and dive bomb at one of the scavengers buses. The explosion was huge. Unbelievable. What the hell did those fuckers use as fuel in those contraptions?

Max jerked the wheel and turned the car around. He wasn't being followed anymore and now through his windshield he could see that fire bird split in two and were completely consuming the whole party. Whatever the hell that was, it did a lot more damage than a single mine could ever dream of doing to four scavenger the fire lessened and the bird disappeared. Minutes passed until all that was left was the remains of smoldering vehicles.

A flicker in front of the car. It was a woman this time with hair as bright as fire and her eyes... They were the greenest things he has ever seen. But they were paled and had a eerily haunting look that was enunciated by the slack jaw and blood dripping from her lips.

The rogue paused, his hand hovering over his gear shift, before roughly going into first gear and slowly making his way towards the remains. What was once four scavengers and maybe six to ten men was now lumps of grey dust that sat on the sand like a sick scar.

There was a flicker in his vision but Max couldn't tell what it was. The dead or the living. Whatever it was he was suppose to see it... Probably... If it didn't kill him. Yeah, self preservation fucking fled hours ago but it didn't mean he wasn't going to bring his gun with him. There was a fleeting feeling of disappointment when Max realized he wouldn't be able to restock after the obliteration of the small fleet. They probably had some gadgets he could've needed.

Getting out of the mustang, rifle in hand, he surveyed the area around the grey scar with more detail and that's when he saw the living. It was a boy that stood in the distance. The starlight illuminated the small figure and just to the side of him that red haired women flickered with a whisper.

'Protect.'

Whatever the hell that meant.

"Hello, who are you?" The boy asked hoarsely.

Max cocked his gun at him. The figure tensed.

Gesturing towards where the scavengers once stood Max grunted a "What?" out and waited for some kind of explanation. This was the million dollar question. How such a small guy could take down the scavengers with a fire bird in the middle of the desert plains. It really confirmed how insane this world is.

"Oh," the figure straightened up. "About that, just a little trick I learned. They seemed to be chasing you so I thought I would help."

This kid was just asking for a fucking death wish.

Max walked closer cautiously and lowered the barrel. They were only a few feet from each other and green eyes blinked back at him from under the rim of a turban. Despite the desire Max had to just leave the boy high and dry... The dead would probably not let him sleep for weeks until he did do something about the kid.

Sighing Max gestured to his car. "In, now."

The boy tensed before shuffling towards the car. Max stared at him until the kid finally picked up the pace and got into the passenger side.

What the fuck was he even doing. Picking up strays. Not just any stray but an explosive one Damn it.

-Maddened-

Harry studied the inside of the car as his new companion started the engine. Merlin it was loud! He was sure Uncle Vernon's cars were never this loud... Let alone any others he had heard.

The interior was rough edges and metal with frayed seats that probably used to be some normal color until the grime stuck, making it an uneven dark color. The man next to him was looking straight forward throughout the car ride not even looking at Harry even once.

The man was definitely not your normal chap. With long tangled brown hair that reminded him of Sirius and a straggly beard. His clothes were very different and all dark in color. At least it looked like it protected him, maybe some kind of armor. Harry immediately wondered about his own clothes. They would definitely not last in this landscape but maybe they were headed to civilization... A small glimmer of hope bubbled up inside of him at the thought of finding out how to get home but Harry promptly ignored it and focused on the here and now.

Looking back over at the driver Harry wondered if the man was getting tired, he was exhausted personally.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

The man shifted his eyes to look at him before putting them back on the desert. Okay then.

"I'm Harry by the way."

Another shift of the eyes and not a word uttered. Now Harry was getting irritated. The man could be a little more grateful for him saving his arse! He put himself in danger by getting out of the hovel to cast the spell. It could have gone very wrong but the Elder wand lived up to the legends and created a beautiful fiend-fyre Phoenix.

The black haired boy huffed in his seat and rubbed at his still itching eyes. He needed the strange man to help him survive. That's the first step, survive and then somehow figure out how to go back. Voldemort's dead but that doesn't mean there are not things to do back home. His thoughts strayed to home, to his friends, and future.

Harry thought about Hermione and Ron and the rest of the Order. He thought about Hogwarts and all the repairs that probably needed to be done. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes and he swiftly took off his glasses and rubbed them. Merlin he missed them but had no idea how he was suppose to get back to them. He had no idea where he even was!

But hell, he was exhausted. All Harry wanted to do was go home and run away to some cottage, like Bill and Fleur's, and relax. Later he could join the Aurors if he felt up to it. Ron would definitely join too and Hermione would work in the Ministry, the two would get married and have a happy family and Harry would see if Ginny was still interested in giving their relationship a try.

It was these thoughts and the sound of deep humming that lulled Harry to sleep.

-Maddened-

Harry woke up to the sun glaring in his face. Moaning, he rolled his head from an uncomfortable position and wiped the grit from his eyes. Blearily he looked over at the man that he had yet to officially be introduced to.

"Where are we?" Harry croaked.

The other gestured with his head towards the window. More bloody desert and sand. There was a difference in terrain at least, instead of flat plains there was slight hills that led up to tall cliffs.

"Are we heading towards a town or city?" Harry asked curiously. Maybe he would recognize a city name and figure out how far he was from the United Kingdom. He was definitely not on the island anymore.

The look he received in return was very disconcerting.

"None."

"None? What do you mean none?" Harry huffed. "Are we in America? Australia? We are definitely not in the UK, that's for sure."

Dull blue eyes regarded him warily. "No. You aren't from here."

Harry wanted to strangle the other man. Obviously he was not from this god forsaken land. "That's right. Now, where are we?" he demanded.

The other man grunted before motioning to the desert with one hand. "The whole planet is this. It has been for a very long time."

Harry's mind seemed to stop working at the confession. All his thoughts seemed to stop as he looked out at the cliffs and leaned back in his seat.

Impossible.

-Maddened-

Max was not in a good mood. Currently he had three bikers hot on his ass and they were coming up fast. The territory that he was passing through was one of the many No Man's Land. Where no one dare claim it as their own. Two other rogues like himself sometimes set up camp here in emergency but it was never the best idea due to the sand storms that frequented this stretch.

Unfortunately he needed to start hunting for fuel and it was sad that he could only pick off a couple bikes and no more. It would be enough to last for a bit but he would need to find a car to siphon from if he was to make it to the next oil container.

He shifted gears and sped away from the cliffs and towards an outcropping he had once used as shelter and was now a trap set up by another rogue. Three bikes and whatever ammunition they had on them in exchange for a very well set up trap, why not.

Shifting gears again, Max let his car slide sideways on the sand being very careful not to flip the vehicle and the bikes followed to do the same thing but had drifted a little farther than himself and the trap activated.

Sharp metal shot at the riders and two of them were killed instantly but the other stopped to look at the dead before yelling something incomprehensible and shooting off into the distance. Two bikes. Fair enough.

"What the bloody hell was that all about!"

Oh right, the kid. Harry, was it?

"Kid-"

"I'm not a kid," the not-kid snapped. "I'm seventeen almost eighteen."

Max just stared at him, the not-kid was strange. No one has used years since before he was born. He grunted in response and got out of the car and stalked towards the two fallen bikers. Of course, the not-kid follows him.

"Well are you going to answer me?"

Max turned around and motioned for him to come closer.

"Survive," he said and pointed to the bodies and quickly began stripping them of their goods.

First the rogue took off the helmets and then the jackets where he knew that he would find ammo and knives. Luckily one of the riders was young and the clothes would fit his strange companion... hopefully.

"This." Max took the clothes and approached the young man.

Maybe calling him by his name would make him cooperate.

"Harry," the not-kid glanced at him in surprise when he spoke. And then Max began stripping him of the other man's clothes, starting with taking that horrible turban off his head. The flannel was torn and the pants Harry wore were stiff from caked sand and dirt. Max knew that it had to be uncomfortable to wear.

"Hey now, wait a second!" Pale hands slapped his wrists and jerked the clothes out of his hands. Green eyes, eerily similar to the red haired woman, glared at him. "I can do it myself just fine."

Max smirked and went back to looting the bikers.

-Maddened-

Harry turned away from the man and slipped on dark pants to replace his jeans, the pants were tight but they were more comfortable in comparison to his ruined ones. Ignoring the smell of sweat he placed the light weight jacket over his flannel that he had. Unfortunately the boots the rider wore were too small so he would have to make do with his worn trainers. He thought briefly about transfiguring the boots to his size but thought against it. The other man may just shoot him for it. He seemed like a paranoid bugger.

It took an hour for the two of them to rummage through the gear and then to siphon the gas. Harry was a bit disturbed as he watched the strange man use a hose from the car and his mouth to suck the liquid from the bikes to the car.

Harry didn't think he would ever get used to this. He really just wanted to find a way to get home but if this was how life was he didn't think he would ever see the Wizarding World again.

A week dragged on and Harry finally was able to get a name from his travel partner.

Max.

It was fitting somehow.

They continued their travels and went through many terrains but were not chased again. The sun still bore down on them and the sand still stretched around them for miles and miles. It was incredibly mind numbing.

Harry had no idea where they were going. Max was not a conversationalist and so they mostly spent their time in silence that was surprisingly not awkward with the mix of humming and an occasional nap. At times Harry would talk about home and then at others Max would make comments about the world around them but nothing more.

He really didn't know how it worked, having gangs rule the world, but from what Harry had already witnessed… life was hard here and he was having trouble connecting it to things he knew and understood.

The sun was beginning to set and Max was looking a little worried if his furrowed brow and shifting gaze meant anything.

"What's wrong?"

Blue eyes gazed down at both their water skeins that laid between them on the seat. "Almost out."

Harry blinked the itchiness from his eyes and picked up his skein that was stolen from the bikers days ago.

Magic, the one thing Harry wanted to share with his companion so much but he was afraid. Not that he didn't have courage, six years at Hogwarts and a year trying to eliminate Voldemort made sure of that, but he was still wary of what the reaction would be.

But water was a necessity to life and Harry had learned that this world was not a place where necessities were in abundance.

"Hey Max."

A grunt was the response.

"Do you trust me?"

Max glanced away and hesitantly nodded.

Taking a deep breathe Harry picked up the other skein and pulled his Elder wand from his jacket pocket, placing the tip over the skeins opening and muttered, "Augementi."

Water slowly spilled from the tip and filled the pouch. The car jerked and Harry swore, doing his best to not spill water all over the car's interior. The Gryffindor didn't dare look up at the other as he finished the spell, even though the car had come to a complete stop. He replaced the skein with his own and began to fill that one as well.

"What?"

Harry peered up at the other man from behind his bangs and held up the wand. "Magic."

Max looked at the stick as if it would blast his head off before looking back at the, now completely filled, water skeins.

"Magic, that is how you created fire?"

"Exactly."

"What else?" Max asked with his eyes still on the wand.

The next ten minutes turned into a magic show where the wizard was able to show off just a little. Harry was so glad Max hadn't blown his head off or strangled him. The odd man was starting to grow on him a bit and Harry really didn't want to be stranded in the desert again.

At first Max didn't know what to think. The past few days have been very different than what he was used to and he was loathe to admit that the not-kid was growing on him.

Harry seemed to have that flickering red haired women following him more often ever since they had the run in with the cyclists. Max really wished she would go away for his own sanity but it seemed she was worried about Harry. Maybe she was his mom.

The magic threw him for a loop though. Fuckin mystical magic with sparkles and miracles. At first he didn't want to believe it but when he remembered the stick light up and leak enough water to last them three days then he had to believe.

-Maddened-

They were very close to one of the bases that he was welcome in. It was located south-west and hidden behind a vast valley of nothing. The clans didn't know about it and no rogue was about to spill the safe havens location. There wasn't enough material in the world to make any of them talk.

Max just hoped Harry would be welcomed as well. He looked fresh enough to be some clan man's pet and young enough to be brainwashed. All Max knew was that any fucker that decided to put a hand on Harry would find a bullet in the wrist.

Currently said boy was talking again. Half the time he had no idea what the noise meant but still lent an ear to appease his companion.

"-Then they gave the poor kid this piece of candy and he started puking immediately. Fortunately we were able to get him to the Healer on time but it took a bit since she was halfway across the Castle-"

Yep, total nonsense.

Another few hours and the two men found themselves entering a tunnel that was once a rough edged lava tube. The ground had been razed flat in the cave and it was big enough to fit two large vehicles comfortably and it led down to a series of smaller tunnels used for various purposes.

Here Max was hoping to find an old acquaintance, Blaze. The old man knew a lot and held much information about how the world used to be. Hopefully he could help Harry with his ordeal and top off his fuel tank as well. Also Max wanted to figure out what he was to do with the not-kid. The flickering women was starting to scream and gasp, the blood wasn't just dripping from her mouth but leaking from her eyes as well and her clothes were soaked in the substance.

Yeah, he really wanted to figure out what the hell she wanted from him.

After another five minutes of descending into the darkness they finally arrived in a large cavern with glowing green muck covering the ceiling and walls.

Max heard shifting next to him and he looked over to find Harry silently observing his surroundings.

"Let's see if we can figure out what to do with you."

-Maddened-

The next month was an adjustment. Reality hit home when Harry figured out there was no way he was going to find himself back in the England he knew. There was no tomes to study, no other wizards to rely on and even now he was still unsure if he was in another universe of sorts or was in the future of his own. Either way Harry found himself forced to embrace this new lifestyle.

When Max dropped him off at Shelter he was a bit wary of the bald old man that called himself Blaze. It only took a week for Harry to finally push back his grief and ask Blaze to mentor him until Max returned from wherever the Hell he had left to.

Harry was a bit sore from being left behind but Blaze had reassured him that his silent companion would be coming back.

Apparently Blaze was born a couple years after civilization collapsed. The man was originally from Canada, well his parents were before the water shortage forced them to move from their home in the desolate region that was Quebec, and was then apprenticed by a mountain man.

The knowledge Harry accumulated from his stay in the Shelter was horrific and amazing. Blaze buckled down and explained what society had turned into. The Different clans that ruled the nearby area and the 'what to do' and 'not to do's' if he was to ever run into them. Well basically if a clan caught Harry then he was to get out like a bat out of hell. With magic that was doable as long as he had a wand on him. Blaze had been fascinated at being able to witness magic and then made Harry swear to never reveal it to anyone unless he trusted them with his life. The old man went on about the clans trying to breed the best humans for their military desires and that Harry would be a perfect candidate.

Another month past and Blaze had taken him out to some sand dunes that were an hours drive north to learn how to drive. The man was shocked when Harry had said he didn't know the first thing about driving any vehicle and was then promised to be taught how to drive everything. Well almost everything.

They started with cars. An old Volkswagen buggy which took a bit, then a bus, and then the motorcycles which quickly became his favorite to drive. It was like flying in a way with his hair flying everywhere and the contraption in between his legs keeping him going at incredible speeds. Also learning how to master the stick was really hard for him. He had kept stalling out the buggy and Blaze seemed to run out of patience by the time he was in the driver's seat of the bus. So motorcycles it was!

It was after this that the lingering itch behind Harry's eyes got bad enough that he couldn't sleep well at night and Blaze had been at a loss on what to do. Luckily one morning the wizard had woken up to find his vision perfect. The phenomenon was over the old man's head but he felt as if his magic was trying to help him have the best chance of survival in the god forsaken land.

After three months of staying in the dark and strangely humid Shelter, Harry was told he was finally leaving.

During those months Harry had waited for Max to return but the man never showed his face in the caves. One other nomadic man came through to bring in fuel in trade for food and bullets and had said he hadn't seen any mustangs or Max around. Blaze had looked worried at hearing those words and Harry felt a sense of dread. Max could be anywhere and probably dead.

"Kid, you can shoot a gun and drive almost any vehicle. Also you have that magic stick that helps you out. I want you out of my sight and out in the world bothering someone else," Blaze growled out.

Harry smirked, Blaze was a soft Teddy Bear underneath all the barb and rough exterior.

"I promise to visit old man, just don't die on me before I make it back here with some seeds. I swear I will find some… somehow. Then we can maybe build a big greenhouse."

Blaze gave him a toothy grin at that. "The bike is yours, get me some seeds and then consider the debt repaid. Your stick helped out the seeds I do have and we will be having grapes on those vines in two hundred days. Oh, and when you find Max get him back here, will you?"

Harry saluted the man before turning towards his bike. It was beautiful. Bronze and Black and incredibly sturdy. He had taken the chance and charmed the rubber on the wheels to be indestructible but that's all he attempted. Magic and technology didn't go together and Harry didn't want a sentient Motorbike or to break the thing. He knew his godfather once was able to charm a bike and do it correctly so maybe someday Harry would try it out on a spare bike when he got one. Maybe he would just charm this one, just a little at a time, but right now he needed the thing to work properly so he could find the rogue.

With his large pack securely strapped to his back, goggles over his eyes, and his wand up his sleeve... he was ready.

Harry revved the engine and put his finger on the throttle before taking off through the lava tube. When he finally reached the cave opening he upped the anti and went full throttle for a little before leveling off his speed. He was headed East towards where the clans were but he needed information before he was ever going to accomplish his task.

His first spot was where the crows were. The Marshes. Harry had studied the rough looking map at the Shelter but was unsure exactly where it was located. There were people that lived in that land but Blaze had warned him that they were probably cannibals. But hey, Harry had taken down an almost immortal man before so he could probably take down a few cannibals and extract some information from them. One of Blaze's contacts was there so he would take whatever risk he could.

It had been two days worth of driving when Harry finally was able to see the eerie fog in the distance. He had camped out on the side of a sand dune the night before and felt well rested and ready to confront whoever was waiting in the marsh.

He slowed his motorcycle down a bit before he felt the air change. The fog definitely was not the same as the fog that sometimes rested over the Black Lake. It was thicker here and had an almost sour taste to it. Harry maneuvered the bike onto one of the roads that passed east and west through the marsh as he tried to make out any forms of human life.

There!

In the distance was a tall figure, extremely tall with skinny legs and a hunched back. Tattered clothing swayed around it as it walked its way towards him. Its arms also seemed longer than its legs were and used all four limbs to crawl. Harry left his engine running as the figure came closer. The elder wand and newly mended holly wand were in each of his hands.

As the figure came closer Harry could see that the figure was on stilts of some kind and was breathing rather loudly.

"Hello?" Harry called out warily.

The only answer was the rasping breath and the creature came even closer.

"Uh, you wouldn't happen to be Blaze's friend?" he asked.

No answer again.

Harry was starting to freak out a little now. With a wand pointed at the figure he stood his ground. "You take one step further and I'll blow your bloody brains out!"

The figure was now only ten feet away and it suddenly sprung from its stilts and dove straight at him with incredible speed. Harry flicked his right wrist and sent a banish charm at its head. With a loud crack the figure went reeling away from him and landed in the sludge about twenty meters away from where he stood with his bike. The fig thickened around the prone body and it disappeared from view.

Harry breathed in and out slowly as he turned his head to observe the surrounding areas. No one else was around and the marsh man was not getting up so Harry pushed the throttle on his bike and made his way farther into the marsh.

It wasn't until twenty minutes passed that Harry finally found another person. This one seemed a bit smaller than the last and appeared to look to be in a bit better shape than the previous one. This one was also on stilts but with turn of its head in his direction the figure started to walk away into the fog.

Great.

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A/N: Let me know what you like and didn't really like and any mistakes :) Also if you want to Beta then PM me.

Edited: 11-4-15