Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry potter, I own this plot and few characters I created for the storyline.
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Who am I? Does in matter. He woke with no memory of who he was or how he got here. He opened his eyes to a youthful girl. She stood over him looking anxious.
"Hello," Her voice was quiet. "Shy?" She asks when he does not reply.
"Is that my name?" He asks confused.
"No, I don't know your name. But you can have Shy if you wish," She replies arranging the blanket that covers him. "I am Arina," Her hair is pulled back out of her face and she is dressed in a simple dress.
"Then I will be Shy," He replies not knowing what she had planned for him, "Where am I?"
"Safe," She replies wiping his brow with a cool damp cloth. She smiles and walks out of the room. He is too weak to follow her.
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The next night she returns, "Shy?" He sits up in the bed and looks towards her. "Do you remember anything? It might help if people are looking for you."
Shy frowns and in his mind he sees flashes of green light, hears screams and tries shake the images from his head. Only two images stand clear; a hideous mark on his forearm and a wand in his hand. "I am a wizard," She nods and picks up a wand, his wand, from a small table. "Where am I really?"
"Florence, for over a month" She replies, he then notices her accent, it was indeed Italian, "They brought you to my home, wizard friends of mine, you were badly beaten." She pauses for a minute, "You aren't Italian, I think you are British."
"Do you know anyone who might be able to help me?" He asks as she sets the wand back down.
"Maybe. A witch, who is from London, she might be able to help you. It will take some time finding her though, she has taken to the hills, she has a wild soul," She smiles, "We will find help for you Shy,"
She leaves Shy in the room in which he had in been for sometime. Shy stands and find that there are some clothes, his clothes. They are worn, but have been cleaned.
He looks at his arm where he saw the hideous mark from his dreams, it is not there. So Shy, where do you begin to find your past? He asks himself as he looks around the room.
TBC?
A/N: A friend gave me the idea for this one. I hope you like it.
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Who am I? Does in matter. He woke with no memory of who he was or how he got here. He opened his eyes to a youthful girl. She stood over him looking anxious.
"Hello," Her voice was quiet. "Shy?" She asks when he does not reply.
"Is that my name?" He asks confused.
"No, I don't know your name. But you can have Shy if you wish," She replies arranging the blanket that covers him. "I am Arina," Her hair is pulled back out of her face and she is dressed in a simple dress.
"Then I will be Shy," He replies not knowing what she had planned for him, "Where am I?"
"Safe," She replies wiping his brow with a cool damp cloth. She smiles and walks out of the room. He is too weak to follow her.
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The next night she returns, "Shy?" He sits up in the bed and looks towards her. "Do you remember anything? It might help if people are looking for you."
Shy frowns and in his mind he sees flashes of green light, hears screams and tries shake the images from his head. Only two images stand clear; a hideous mark on his forearm and a wand in his hand. "I am a wizard," She nods and picks up a wand, his wand, from a small table. "Where am I really?"
"Florence, for over a month" She replies, he then notices her accent, it was indeed Italian, "They brought you to my home, wizard friends of mine, you were badly beaten." She pauses for a minute, "You aren't Italian, I think you are British."
"Do you know anyone who might be able to help me?" He asks as she sets the wand back down.
"Maybe. A witch, who is from London, she might be able to help you. It will take some time finding her though, she has taken to the hills, she has a wild soul," She smiles, "We will find help for you Shy,"
She leaves Shy in the room in which he had in been for sometime. Shy stands and find that there are some clothes, his clothes. They are worn, but have been cleaned.
He looks at his arm where he saw the hideous mark from his dreams, it is not there. So Shy, where do you begin to find your past? He asks himself as he looks around the room.
TBC?
A/N: A friend gave me the idea for this one. I hope you like it.