Alone and Unknowing
Written by and © to: Lornyl Mahtsae
A Few Chars Copyright to J.K. Rowling,
Such as Lucious Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and Harry Potter.
Meighanne Williams is © to: MOI!
CHAPTER:1: "The Boy Finds A Girl"
He's not in his homeland, he doesn't remember his past, and he's completely alone…
Alone in the urban jungle of New York City, New York.
He's woken up in the underground… Corpses all around him… A-few of the living struggling to get up to the city life above. He tries to help, but everywhere around him people shun away from him, fearful looks all around. He's holding a stick. A smoothed out stick, with (oddly) polished surfaces and intricate carvings in runes and other languages. He sticks it into his pocket, he's not sure why, but he feels connected to it…
He also notices that he's wearing a watch. Quite a miracle for it to be running, but it is. 7:45AM. The Fourth. The fourth of what? What month? What day? What YEAR!? This was hopeless lying here, he'd have to try to get up.
He tries to walk towards the stairway that would lead to life—and help—but he cries out in pain with his first step. There's a piercing agony in his right leg, and when he looks down he sees to his astonishment that there's a large metal bar that's been shoved straight through it… He looks behind him to find the mangled remains of a subway train.
He must find the upper level…
Slowly and painfully he climbs the staircase, clutching at his leg and whispering curse-words as his battered appendages strain against the effort of ascending… Blood, sweat, and agonizing pain spill over and into his right eye from a large gash in his brow. But finally he makes it to the landing. People gasp all around, his bloody figure falls to the ground, a girl screams at the sight of him and rushes to help him, and he can see buildings in the distance.
As he gazes past the skyscraper lined horizon to the sunrise; he thinks, "Why am I here? Where am I? WHO am I?"
With no conclusion to his question, this confused young man aimlessly searches through the crowded streets with his eyes. Looking for an answer, looking for someone who could unlock his past, and his future… But with this final thought, he passes out from the pain…
* * * *
By midmorning the young seventeen-year-old has woken up again. But this time in some sort of hospital. He can smell it in the air. He's laying down on a flat semi-cushioned bed with bandages all over him, and an IV stuck into his arm. The large metal object that previously was lodged in his leg seemed to be nowhere to be found. But the pain in his leg was enough to remind him that it's presence would not be forgotten so easily. The leg seemed to be broken, but was now in a cast. Quite a large cast as a matter of fact. He'd hoped they'd already set it when he was unconscious. He wasn't quite eager to fancy what pain it might cause him to be awake when they did. He looked at his bedside table to see his watch, and some flat pieces of gold, bronze, and silver that were fashioned to look as coins, or money. With much difficulty, he read the watch—which was upside-down—and sees it's now 10:30AM. But it's the Seventh! How long had he been in this hospital after all!? Ever since he came up from the train-wreck? The thought that he'd been asleep for that long bothered him…
"Why is this happening to me?" He spoke softly. It seemed as though his voice was the only thing in his body that wasn't in some sort of pain. But then he heard them. Voices coming from behind the half opened door to his room. Most likely a doctor and a secretary or nurse.
"What do you mean he has no file?" the strong male voice asked.
"I mean, He Has No File." The woman's voice responded. "I've searched everywhere! He's never been to this hospital before, nor has he ever been to ANY of the hospitals in New York. We examined the blood sample like you said, but there's nothing to compare it to. I don't even think he's from the U.S. Looks British to me."
"Thanks for nothin' Brigit," The man finished. "Off you go now, I think he's woken up."
The seventeen year-old was surprised to see a kind face walk through the door. He was an older man, probably in his high fifties. His white hair and mustache reminded him of someone. But he couldn't make himself remember whom.
"You've had quite an adventure young man, quite an adventure indeed. We've managed to get that nasty old piece of metal out of your leg, but the bone was shattered, you're lucky we've managed to fix it up so that it may heal. Now our support services have been able to pay for a lot so far because of your age, but you'll need to work some of it off, and we'll need your name for insurance purposes." The old man said this so fast, that it was hard to listen, it made his head spin, and he got dizzy.
"I don't remember…" Was all he said.
* * * *
"May I come in and see him again now?" A girl's voice asked from behind the doctor.