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(AN) Sorry I missed last weeks update. I was in Minnesota at the Mall of America. I got some Three Days Grace CDs! I got Life Starts Now and One-X! Wooo! Go TDG! Best rock band EVER!

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Harry Potter and Some Really Bad Luck

Harry was bored out of his mind. He sat by the Black Lake under the ancient beech tree, skimming his toes over the cool water, resting his face on his palm as he gazed over the calm water on that cloudy, depressing day. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all currently in detention for listening to Sirius's advice and torturing Ms. Norris (Who it was exceedingly hard to sympathize with) while Harry had been in another detention with Professor McGonnagall at the time. So now, here he was: Alone, cold from the bitter autumn air, and bored.

And after spending a summer with a marauder, being bored was not a good thing for those nearby.

Harry sighed and got to his feet, a little smile tugging at his lips, and walked back to the school. Thought's of lighting Malfoy's pants on fire and turning Snape's robes red and gold danced in his head. The giant squid in the lake raised its tentacle out of the water as if he was saying, "Farewell, my friend!" It then sank back into the water's dark depths, to be seen again on a sunnier day. Harry raised his hand back and continued to the school, barefoot. The grounds were completely deserted other than him...or so he thought.

He froze as he heard soft footfalls behind him, accompanied with the smell of blood. He spun around, expecting to find a terrifying enemy, about to slaughter him where he stood... but instead he saw a boy about his age stumble across the grass toward him, great gashes crisscrossing across his face and chest. All he wore was a pair of ragged shorts. The hair on the back of Harry's next stood up as he realized this was another wolf. He seized Harry by the front of the robes making them both stagger backwards. "Please... help me... He's going to kill me...I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" the boy called in distress, eyes wheeling wildly trying to detect some unseen threat. He shivered from head to foot, a cold sweat covering his well muscled body. His long black hair fell in his face and dark gray eyes peered up at Harry's hopelessly.

"Wha...? Who-who's going to kill you? Who did this to you? Who are you?" Harry asked in shock, trying to steady the unstable boy.

"Evesca... I left her... we were going to escape together... He's angry... father's so angry... I'm going to die..." he sobbed. "HELP ME!"

"I'll help you... just what's your name? I need to know your name!" Harry soothingly reasoned.

"A-Apocalypse... just help me..." he said, finally succumbing to unconsciousness.

Harry shivered at the boy's name. Who the Hell would name their child that? Naming you child the end of the world? What kind of sick, twisted people were these kid's parents?

The limp child in his arms was bleeding quite badly, and Harry knew he needed to get to the hospital wing. He pulled him over his shoulder and quickly made his way to the castle, scared and shaken by the whole ordeal.

He shoved open the doors and staggered to the Hospital Wing, receiving many alarmed looks in the process.

He shoved his way into the wing and set the injured boy on the nearest bed. "Madam Pomfrey?" he called, looking at the boy worriedly.

"Oh, what have you done this time Mr. Potter?" she huffed as she bustled into the room. She froze when she saw the bloodied boy laying passed out on a bed. "Merlin's pants... what on earth happened?" she gasped.

"I-I don't know I... I just found him outside... I dunno what happened. I've never even seen him before. He said... he said that someone was going to kill him, I don't know who. Something about escaping, too. He said something about someone who I think might be his sister and his dad... his dad being angry at him. I don't know what happened though..." Harry informed her anxiously. "H-he said his name was... um... Apocalypse..."

"Apocalypse... well... that sure is an... intimidating name, isn't it?" said Madam Pomfrey uneasily as she healed the wounds crisscrossing across his chest. "Be a dear Harry and fetch me Professor Dumbledore, will you?"

Harry nodded and made his way out of the Wing, racing to Professor Dumbledore's office. "Lemon drop!" he cried, making his way past the giant stone gargoyle. He knocked hard on Dumbledore's door until he heard the words, "Come in."

Harry burst in and started babbling so fast that Dumbledore could not make out what he said.

"Slow down, Harry! Where did all the blood on your clothes come from? What on earth happened?" Dumbledore said looking concerned at Harry's robes soaked through with the boy's crimson blood.

"In the hospital wing, sir... Madam Pomfrey wants you right now! A boy was attacked..." Harry gasped, taking deep breaths.

"A Hogwarts student?" said Dumbledore looking alarmed.

"No... I don't think so sir... At least I've never seen him around school," Harry answered, shaking head to foot, wishing to be rid of Apocalypse's blood.

"Harry, tell me what happened as we walk to the Hospital Wing, and slowly this time," Dumbledore said, walking around his desk, headed for the door of the office.

Harry walked out after him and began retelling his story. "Well, this is quite disturbing," Dumbledore said worriedly as Harry finished recounting the whole tale. "I think I shall have to question this boy myself."

"Professor, what do you think happened?" Harry asked as they strode into the Hospital Wing, immediately spotting the boy.

"I do not know, Harry. I do not know," Dumbledore murmured as he walked over to inspect the boy. "Poppy, what was the extent of his injuries?

"Well it looks as if he was kicked several times. But the thing that concerns me is that the claw marks were actually made by human nails. And dirty nails at that. They're infected. I've also found that the boy is afflicted with werewolfism," she explained, looking quite harassed. "I've healed him as best as I can, but the scratch marks did not want to seem to heal, as if someone cursed them to stay open and let them bleed... This is strange, so strange. He should have healed all ready as he's a werewolf..."

"Is he going to be alright?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, yes, yes. He should be fine after the proper medication and a few days rest. That's all he needs is all now," sighed the nurse.

"Poppy, have you checked his records to see who he is?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yes, I have. I've magically checked all of the muggle records, wizard records, everything in the area and there is not a single person named Apocalypse," she huffed frustratedly. "What are we supposed to do with child, Albus? We have no idea who he is or where he comes from, and if he was talking of escaping as Mr. Potter says he was he's unlikely to even tell us his last name!"

Dumbledore began discussing plans for the boy with Madam Pomfrey and Harry, being excluded, slipped out unnoticed by the other two. He went down to the common room to see if his friends had yet finished their detentions to tell him of his days adventures.

(AN) Would have had this up sooner today but my dad decided to make me do chores all day because I accidentally broke an old mug of his. It's just a piece of stupid glass! It didn't even hold any sentimental value! UG! My dad is such a drama king!