Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! The characters that do not appear in the books are obviously mine.

A/N: Sorry people if my story is confusing, I'll try my best to explain everything one way or another. I'll also try to make my chapters longer as I admit they pretty short. I might also rewrite the story later on as I become more experienced at writing. I would also like suggestions!

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He was cold, and he was starting to feel pleasantly numb. Harry looked around once to make sure that no-one could see him. He gave a tired sigh and limped across the abandoned street. There wasn't a living thing around but him it seemed.

The hollow sound of footsteps rang through the street alerting Harry of an oncoming person. He looked around in desperation for a hiding place, yet there was none. His eyes darted around the street. The footsteps were getting louder until they stopped just a few feet from where he stood trembling slightly, yet even as Harry turned a full circle on the spot he saw no person. Many conclusions for why the person couldn't be seen came to mind but were forgotten for as Harry turned a second time he came face to face with a tall pale faced stranger. The man had short neatly styled silver hair, and light, almost white, eyes. The man looked ageless, and the black cloak that he was wearing made him a frightful picture.

We're face to face
Where loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive?
Let's get it on and we will fight!

Harry stared at the man in a mixture of fear and suspicion. He was fighting with himself, wondering whether he should run or stand his ground. Harry suspected that even if he ran the man would find him, follow him. So he stood where he was eyeing the man warily, like a caged animal would eye the hunter.

The man watched the boy with an expressionless face, his eyes glassy. Slowly he extended a hand to the boy, not saying a word. He kept his hand in the air, even as Harry seemed to back away slightly, his eyes on the pale long-fingered hand that was extended to him. Harry looked at the man's face and then back to the hand with distrust. The man's quiet presence was more than a little unnerving.

A frown began to twist the pale face of the man into something that was not quite human, a dark look that caused a wave of icy cold fear to run through Harry's body. The air became colder and tense as time seemed to stop around them. Suddenly Harry found himself unable to control his own body. His hand was reaching out to the offered hand without his consent. No matter how hard he tried he could not pull back his hand. Panic began to run through his veins and he tried to jump away from the man yet he was frozen in place by an invisible force.

The man's claw like hand grabbed Harry's wrist. A cold feeling began to spread through his body, starting from his wrist and hand that was held in the stranger's grip. The coldness began to creep into his lungs and around his heart. Darkness began to envelope him and he fell to the ground unconscious. The stranger crouched down next to the fallen figure and lifted him. He turned and began to walk away, disappearing after only a few steps, Harry carried in his arms.

I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal

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