A.N.- So welcome! As I mentioned this is a reboot, with the number of changes increasing the further along you read. For the most part, these first few chapters will be fairly familiar, with some important changes. I hope that this little fic can brighten your day.

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so anyway, enough that, on to the story

A Boy in Need

After a long day of work, Pandora Lovegood finally allowed herself to relax. Experimenting with potions was a serious business, and one mistake could result in a fatal explosion. She glanced over to the calendar and noted the date: July 25, 1989. 'Only four more days 'till Xeno comes home' she thought. His expeditions always brought rich global perspectives to the Quibbler. Indeed, she was grateful that the Quibbler was popular…well, at least outside of Britain. As she put away her supplies, she remembered Luna was still outside, so she went for the door to call her daughter in for the night.

Sure enough, there was Luna, blonde hair flowing, scampering up the path like a young snortkack. Yet something seemed off about her pace. It was too urgent, almost frightened. Luna was very hard to scare, so whatever put her daughter in such a state must have been terrifying. The girl came to her mother in tears, so Pandora wrapped her child in a tight embrace.

"Luna? Is something wrong?" she cooed, hoping her daughter would calm down.

"Oh mummy! The Blibbering Humdingers told me to go to the pond near the Weasleys' house," the girl said sobbing. "So I followed them there and… and…"

"And?" she nudged.

"And, there was a boy there, covered in blood, and screaming!" She cried, burying her face in her mother's legs. Pandora's face went pale at the thought of an injured child. She quickly lowered herself to look her daughter in the eyes.

"Luna…show me exactly where he was." The girl nodded and began running down the path, indicating to her mother to follow. Pandora kept a brisk pace, following her daughter as she maneuvered through the tall grasses. As she got closer to the pond, her heart began to quicken. A flurry of fireflies scattered as Luna veered off the path towards a spot right by the pond's edge. In the fading light, she saw a dark mass, barely moving, and clearly in pain. The insects further scattered as the mass squirmed, disappearing into the night. She held her heart as she approached her daughter and the unknown child. As she got closer, the mass revealed the young boy, no more than ten years of age. His face was contorted in agony, his black hair completely disarrayed, blood all over his clothes, and his breath ragged.

Without a moment's notice, she scooped the child up in her arms, making sure that she did not cause him any more pain. The boy faintly moaned as Pandora steadied herself.

"Will he be okay?" asked Luna, fear filling her words.

"He will live, Luna. I will make sure of it," she said, resilience in her voice. The little girl's face filled with hope, letting Pandora mentally sigh at the sight before her.

"Come. We need to get inside quickly, he still needs help, and you need sleep." Pandora made her way back to the house, an injured boy in her arms and her daughter in tow.

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Glass cracking, floating and tumbling, frightened screams, a loud bang, and then darkness. These terrifying experiences were all the boy could remember. Had he died? He thought he'd heard some voices, but now even those had faded. As his thoughts grew more lucid, he began opening his eyes to figure out where he was.

All around him were bright coloured objects, books and bottles. Near the window, he noticed a woman sitting down, head down on a table, using her arms as a pillow. She was petite, with blond wavy hair, her brow creased as if she was worrying. 'Who is she?' he thought, moving to get a closer look. Suddenly his side erupted in pain, causing him to yelp. The sleeping woman slumbered no longer and lifted her head to catch him in the act with her distant hazel eyes.

'Just like James'' he thought.

'Wait,' he caught himself, 'who's James?' he pondered.

"Easy there," she said, getting up out of her chair. She moved to grab a bottle and sat down on the bed.

"Here, drink up dear. Your head must be hurting." He nodded and allowed her to administer the potion quickly.

"Yeugh!" he said when the aftertaste took effect. She smiled at his reaction. "Where am I?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

"You're safe, and that's what matters," she replied. "But if you must know, this house is near Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon."

"Ottery St. Catchpore?" he said, struggling with the words. They felt familiar, yet foreign in his mouth.

"Yes, I hope that's not too far from home," she chuckled, hoping he remained calm.

"I've never heard of a place like that," he pondered. "It must be very far away 'cause that's the funniest name I've ever heard!"

"Oh?" she replied, cocking an eyebrow, "then where are you from?"

"Umm…" he hesitated, biting his lip. "I-I don't know." The witch's brow creased again, wondering what the boy meant.

"You don't know?"

"Nope."

"Do you know who your parents are?" she continued.

"I…can't…remember," he mumbled.

"Do you know your name?" she questioned, unsure of what to do with the boy.

In his mind, he saw another boy wide-eyed with fear calling out to him.

'ALBUS!' he screamed as an earthshattering explosion tore apart his vision, bringing the room back into focus. The woman looked very worried by now, so he decided to speak up.

"Albus," he declared, confident in that one fact. "My name is Albus." He saw her worry evaporate into relief, and she gave him a slight smile.

"My name's Pandora Lovegood and it's a pleasure to meet you Albus," she said brightly.

"Is it breakfast yet?" he asked, rubbing his belly with hope in his eyes.

"It's barely dawn now," she said, pointing at the window. His face fell for a moment, "but if you're that hungry, I'll cook some eggs right now," she finished. That seemed to satisfy him, and so she slipped out of the room. "Be back in a few with breakfast," she called over her shoulder before closing the door.

Once out of the room, Pandora sighed in relief knowing the boy, Albus, was going to be okay. Yet there remained a few questions. Who was he? Where did he come from?

Whoever he was, Pandora Lovegood would find the truth.

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