A/N: So this is my first fic so please be gentle with me, thank u :))

Chapter 1

Harry felt his body fly across the room, his back colliding with the wall. Forcing himself not to cry out, Harry looked up to see his Uncle's face full of undisguised rage. Kicks and punches rained down on the teen and soon harry was crying out in pain. He felt his head being roughly held up by his hair and Vernon began slamming his fist repeatedly into the boy's face.

"You." Punch. "Fucking." Punch. "Freak!" Punch.

I can't take this anymore. Uncle Vernon's going to kill me before Voldemort even gets a fucking look in. God, please, someone just get me out of here. I'm scared.

Suddenly, the room began to shake.

"Boy! What are you doing? Stop it! NOW!" Vernon roared, spit flying in all directions. But Harry couldn't tell him that he wasn't doing anything as blood streamed out his mouth. And before he knew what was happening he felt himself begin to… fall?


Though the school lives of the four troublesome marauders were never dull considering the constant pranks and James' futile attempts to win over red-headed Lily Evans, a boy having an uncanny resemblance to James falling out of the sky and landing onto Hogwarts' grounds was unlike anything the four boys envisioned happening on that day.

"Bloody hell, looks just like you doesn't he Prongs?" Said one Sirius Black as he gaped over the unconscious body.

"Never mind that! He's clearly injured, we need to get him to the hospital wing- whoever he is." The more sensible of the group, Remus Lupin, commanded.

Sirius casted the levitation charm and the mystery boy slowly rose into the air, hovering at the boys' shoulders and they started their journey to the hospital wing.

The boys walked to the hospital wing with little conversation as each of their minds turned with the possibilities of the identity of this mystery boy, Peter's mind moving just that bit slower.

Remus observed the boy carefully and mentally noted everything he noticed in his head. One, weird shaped scar on his forehead. A curse scar maybe? Though it looks raw and re-opened. Two, heavily bruised face and possibly body. He has slight faded bruising around the neck which suggests someone did that to him maybe a week ago. But he's injured again now so it couldn't have been a fight. Maybe he's abused? He does look awfully skinny. Three, the obvious, he's basically a clone of James. Maybe he's a distantly related Potter? He certainly has the hair.

Sirius Black instantly noticed all the signs of physical abuse. Things he sometimes sees in himself. Maybe not the lack of food the boy had obviously had- or not had, but the faded and current bruises that coloured the unconscious teen's skin were certainly something Sirius could understand.

All James could think about was this unknown boy's resemblance to him. I mean he would know if he had a cousin his age or something surely? Maybe it's just a coincidence. But the hair? Well, he'll just have to wait to find out who this kid is.

"You know Madam Promfrey will throw a fit if she sees anyone but Moony in the hospital wing again. Remember what she said last time?" Peter squeaked as they entered the blindingly white room.

"Don't be silly Wormy, she'd never hex us really- I know she secretly loves us." James laughed as Sirius gently lowered the boy down onto an empty bed.

"Is that so Mr Potter? What have you done now?" The stern voice of Madam Pomfrey came from behind James. "Who is that! Merlin boys what have you done now?"

Instantly, the mediwitch began working on the small teen, cleaning his face from blood and casting diagnostic charms. Gasping as the long list of injuries was presented to her and she snapped her head towards the marauders "Out! Out now! I need to concentrate on helping this poor boy. Go!" Wormtail was the first to leave in fear of her fulfilling her promise of hexes and the other three soon came after.

After having healed the boy of most of his injuries, Poppy floo-called the Headmaster and notified him of the unknown arrival. The Headmaster entered the Hospital Wing and the mediwitch showed him to the bed the teen was resting on.

Albus stared at the boy with cautious eyes, trying to figure out who he is. His eyes drifted to the teen's left forearm.

"Does he have-?"

"The dark mark? No, I checked as soon as I started healing him." She replied.

It was dark times they were living in and as one Alastor Moody would say, constant vigilance is always necessary. Voldemort was rapidly gaining followers and there were attacks on muggles and muggleborns at least once a month. It was only natural to be cautious when a heavily injured teen falls from the sky and lands on Hogwarts grounds' which have anti-portkey and anti-apparition wards that the Headmaster himself created.

"Though I do have some unusual things I have noticed to tell you." At Dumbledore's nod she continued. "I believe whoever did this to him was a muggle. Death Eaters are too prejudiced to do this without magic. Secondly, I have found traces of basilisk venom in his bloodstream, I have no idea where he would've come in contact with a basilisk or how he would've survived. I have also found previous prolonged subjection to the Cruciatus curse and finally, the unusual scar on his forehead."

"How curious." Albus replied, obviously deep in thought. "I believe we must wait for the boy to awake to find answers for our questions."


Harry woke up nearly 2 days later and immediately realised something wasn't right. First of all, he was in a bed. And it was comfy. Second of all, he could barely feel any pain on his body. He prised his eyes open only to be blinded by a bright white light. He tried again, slowly adjusting his eyes to the light. No, this was definitely not his cupboard.

He attempted to push his body and sit up when Madam Pomfrey came over, helping him up and giving him numerous potions to drink whilst explaining what each one was for.

"H-how did I get here?" His voice was hoarse, and his throat was dry. Poppy smiled weakly at the boy.

"We're not too sure yet, but don't worry, the Headmaster will be in to speak with you soon. Now, drink up."

As if on cue, Dumbledore entered the Hospital Wing and made his way over to the bed Harry was on, his eyes twinkling.

"Ah, my boy. You are awake." He smiled "Are you up for talking?" Harry nodded weakly. "Right then, could you tell me your name?"