Pain, intense piercing agony was the first thing Harry registered, then the it was obviously distressed voice of a women, anything else was amiss because he fell unconscious from, the hell his body was going through.

Hearing the urgency in his wife's voice, Jack took off down the path as fast as he could.

Jack turned back towards the boy and checked for a pulse. He could feel a weak beating underneath his light touch on the small pale arm. When he placed his hand on the boy, even in sleep he stiffened and shied away as if expecting violence. From the bruises and cuts lining the boy's arms and face he could understand why.

Jack turned the boy over on his back hoping that it would help with his ragged breathing. Even to the untrained ear the breathing sounded forced, labored.

He could only study the boy's face as he waited for help; the young face was caked with dirt and blood, and creased with worry lines even in oblivion. For the first time in his life, Jack felt helpless and enraged; enraged at the child's condition, and helpless about not being able to aid the unknown boy. He became even more worried when the child let out some hacking coughs and spit up a concerning amount of blood.

He was brought out of his thoughts at the sound of pounding feet quickly approaching. Jack let out a sigh of relief as he saw his wife racing towards him.

Nora didn't even pause as she yelled for her husband to pick up the little boy jumped into the grass with her wand outstretched and ran to her husband who was standing pale faced with darkened eyes.

The boy lying on the ground was clearly dying. Nora was shocked to see the unknown boy in such a state as to make one think he had been tortured.Jack quickly bent down and picked the boy up, frowning at how light he was, almost as if he was air.

"We have to take him to St. Mungo's. I'll be back as soon as I can," the couple quickly apparated apparated magical hospital.

The healers took the boy immediately and Nora was led to a room to give a report to the head healer.

Unfortunately the wizard could tell the healers very little. The healer was a bit frustrated to learn practically nothing about his new patient, only that he was found a few minutes ago in the woods.

Nora sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes wearily; however hard she tried he couldn't get the image of the prone little body lying motionless in the grass out of her mind. She could feel her husband's shudder against her As he to remembered the tortured look, uneven breathing and the dried blood covered his skin.

For the first time in her life Nora Markson felt absolutely helpless and lost, all she could only wait and hope that the boy would pull through.

In the operating room

Images, people sounds, and voices. They kept flashing past his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't understand them. Harry let out a moan of despair as he tried more desperately to grasp the images…and there! Just for a minute Harry opened his eyes, but was immediately blinded by white light and panicked voices.

Scrunching his face tightly, somebody one of his many sore spot and after letting out a blood chilling scream he promptly drifted back out of consciousness.

After the operations

"Mr. Markson and Ms. Markson?" a healer asked the waiting room in said loud enough so everyone could hear him.

Nora quickly got to her feet and made her way over to the healer in concern. "How is he?" though she didn't have any children, but she could help feel some kind of bond, like she wanted to protect him from anymore pain than he had already had so clearly been through.

The healer looked extremely uncomfortable and upset, as he motioned Nora into a nearby office. Once they were both safely inside and the healer put up some sound proof wards he began to talk.

"The boy you brought in may or may not live. It's hard to tell at the moment because of the extent of his injuries."

"What exactly are his injuries?" Mr. Markson asked, knowing they had to be bad for a healer to be discussing them with someone who wasn't family.

"Sir, strictly speaking I am not supposed to discuss his condition with you, but since we do not know who he is, and you and your wife brought him in, I feel that you two should a little informed."

Nora sighed in relief and nodded her understanding."He seems to have suffering, many broken bones, infected cuts, internal bleeding, and over exposure to dark magic." the healer said quickly, trailing off at the end and looking troubled.

"He is currently in a medically induced coma from severe drain on his magical core, and body in general. Frankly it's a miracle that the boy even made it to the hospital."

Nora was shocked. Whatever the boy went through had to have been intense to almost drain his magical core. Wait a minute. . . curses?

"What kind of curses are you talking about?" Ms. Markson asked sharply, as he heart began to sink, she had an inkling to what some of those curses were, and she prayed that she was wrong.

"Well as you know, we can find traces of curseo, if their exceptional powerful after they been cast?" Healer Johnson asked the couple.

Seeing the nods in confirmation, Johnson continued with his explanation with extreme worry, sadness and anger that someone would do this to a child.

"Well, we found traces of the Imperius curse, many other dark curses, curses that while not officially dark they are usually considered such, and the boy was practically split in have from all the Cruciatus curse that had been performed on him, numerous times. To be totally honest with you in all my years as a healer I've never seen anything this horrific" The old man said with a shudder.

Nora stood, in the proactiveness of her husband arms shocked.

"He also shows signs of physical abuse…" more like torture, Johnson thought to himself as started to feel as if he was going to be sick, a feeling that Nora was experiencing herself.

Who in the world would hurt a child like that and them leave him for dead?

"My God…" Nora muttered, looking extremely faint. "Does the Ministry know yet?"

"Another healer is informing the Aurors as we speak. They should be sending over an auror to investigate. The boy should only be unconscious perhaps a few days or a few weeks, with his amounts of injures, we can't be sure."

Nora nodded her understanding. Before leaving, he made the man promise to contact her and her husband when or if the boy had any changes in health.

The Next morning

Harry opened his eyes and had to bite back a groan from the brightness of the room. Squinting, he slowly studied the room. He was clearly in a hospital, something he could tell simply by sniffing the air, her spent way too much time in Madam Pomfrey.

The room was small sized; blue walls with different color birds and flowers, and had a two windows which was wide open, letting in bright morning light. Bright, annoying, light, he thought angrily, after all these years he still was not a morning person.

Then he paused, even though his glasses were gone he could still see perfectly, even better than when he did habt to wear those glasses He could feel something was not quite right with his body. Bringing it closer to his face, Harry gasped at its appearance.

Quickly looking down he began to feel his body and limbs with a disbelieving look plastered on his face. He was bite size!

Harry quickly felt of his forehead and let out a some of relief when his fingers brushed over a very familiar scar, not much though. So he was still himself, but why was he small and where was he? THe St. Mungo's in his world been destroyed two and a half years ago by a Death Eater attack, who was ironically receiving care from the healers. Did that mean it worked? He was clearly in a magical hospital of some sort since he saw a bottle of bruise removal paste that seemed to be half empty on his bedside table.

Harry slipped out of his bed stiffly and limped towards the door, when he felt a cool air, brush against his backside.

Looking down, he groaned with disgust at the hospital gown, and quickly thanked Merlin that Luna actually was her to see this, she would never let him live it down.

Silently opening the door, he silently slipped into bathroom, jumped at the sight of himself in the mirror. Harry knew that the spell would once again make him his ten year old self. But what he didn't not account for was the blue eyes staring back at him.

When he came out of the bathroom, there was women who looked around his real age,looked very panicky at the bed he woke up in. After clearing his throat sharply she whirled around to look at him, she looked quite startled, but also relieved to see him.

"What are you doing out of bed?" the young woman asked, trying to sound stern but still looking shocked as she held her chest from fright.Harry studied the young women before asking, "Where am I? Where's my sister?"

"You are in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries; you were brought here yesterday by a man and women who found you in the woods. You were brought alone" He just blinked and looked at the young lady

"St. Mungo's?" Harry repeated in a questioning tone, hoping she would clarify. As far as he knew, there was only one St. Mungo's. That meant it worked. It worked, Harry wanted to jump up and down he was so happy. But managed to push it down as not to give the doctors a reason to lock him away.

"Yes, it's a hospital in England - the best in. Wizard hospital England. Now Mr…?"

"Peverell, Nathaniel Peverell…" Harry muttered knowing her should start with his cover now and hoping that wherever Luna was she would do the same, since he could feel her presence, but not any of her thought, he knew she was alive but likely unconscious. "Right. Now, Mr. Peverell, you need to get back to your bed so I can go find your healer. We've all been extremely worried about you."

Harry nodded and went back to his bed and crawled in. Then it hit him. They didn't know who he was not from his scar or face. So everything was working out close to perfect.

Leaning back, he let out a groan and covered his face. If he was her where was Luna? He knew she was alive, but that didn't make her any less concerned that he did know her where she ended . What if she was in the same condition, as him?

Harry quickly composed himself as he heard quick footsteps nearing his door. A few moments later a young healer in blue robes walked into the room.