Author's Note: This is my first time writing a fanfic of my own. (Well, more like my first time posting one.) I am not an avid writer nor a good one. But I hope writing fanfics will improve my writing skills. When you read this you'll probably see tons of grammar mistakes, spelling, and simple vocabulary. (I don't use big words that often.) So, I hope you enjoy my first chapter :D

Oh and one more thing. The lines in quotations that are in italics shows his/her thoughts, and the ones that aren't in italics are things he/she is saying out loud or when they are having a conversation.

Disclaimer: Seriously, if I really did own Harry Potter, Hogwarts would've been nothing but slash.

Chapter 1

"Ron! Ronnnn!" Harry quickly bolted through some bushes as he chased after Ron. He jumped over a boulder and ducked under the branches from the trees as he ran through the maze. They were in a forest and the moonlight cast a shadow across them as they ran. "Ron where the fuck are you going!"

Ron kept on running and he was getting further away. Harry couldn't keep up and he stopped. Gasping for air, Harry supported himself against a tree. Sweat beaded across his forehead and his chest was heaving up and down. "Where are you going Ron…"

Harry looked around. The forest was dark, damp and humid. He stood back up and looked around. It was quiet. Really quiet. There was no wind, no birds chirping… nothing. The silence was scaring him and he began walking. Brushing off some branches and leaves, he suddenly came upon a wall. "Is this a building…where the hell am I!" The wall was covered with vines and moss. It was too dark for Harry to see what the structure really was.

He touched the wall and ripped the vines off of it. Suddenly he felt a knob. Thinking there was a door; he turned it counterclockwise and saw glowing letters appear before him:

Laconian Taenarum

"What the…" Suddenly the ground shook. Dirt, debris, and leaves were falling everywhere and Harry quickly covered his face with his coat. The wall was moving. The ground shook even harder and Harry fell onto his back. When it was over, he quickly uncovered his face and saw that the wall had moved back. In front of him was a dark hole. The hole was rectangular…seems like someone made it? Harry pushed himself up and walked closer to it. It wasn't just a hole. It was a stairwell leading underground.

Harry, being the brave and bold person he is, stepped down onto the stairs. As he continues climbing down, he couldn't see where he was going and was having difficulty. Being careful not to trip, he slowly and carefully descended into the darkness.

The darkness engulfed his body and his vision. His breath became ragged and his head was throbbing. He felt like air was escaping from him and his chest became tight. He felt claustrophobic. He used the wall to guide himself down the stairs. When he finally reaches the bottom, two torches were seen lit in a distance. He walked toward them.

Relieved to see some light, he could recognize where he was. He was in a cave and in front of him was a river leading into a tunnel. A boat sat onto the bank of the river near where the torches were. Harry went closer to the boat and read out the name carved onto its side. Charon. "I wonder if this boat belonged to someone. If it did then someone could be here. But, it seems like no one has been using it for a while."

The boat was small and old and made out of wood. A paddle laid in the middle of the boat. Harry felt a strange force compelling him to take the boat and see where the tunnel leads.

"But, what about Ron? Shouldn't I be looking for him? It's too late now. He probably ran far away… god knows where. I can't search for him now, it's too dark outside." Making his decision, he hopped onto the boat and grabbed the paddle. Steadying himself, he slowly pushed the boat away from the bank and turned it toward the tunnel. He carefully brought himself into the dark and strange tunnel.

Eerie sounds echoed off the wall as he made his way through the tunnel. It was dark and damp; it made him even more claustrophobic. The sound of water rushing along him made his muscles tense. "Oh God, I hope there are no rapids." Harry remembered his trip with the Dursleys. They went canoeing and well, Harry couldn't steer for his life. His canoe apparently flipped over and he fell into the water. His life jacket didn't work and he almost drowned. He had to cling onto a rock until rescuers saved him. It was humiliating and the Dursleys laughed at him. "Like they cared about me…"

Harry's thoughts were then interrupted when he reached the end of the tunnel. It was another cave. This time the cave was smaller and a statue stood in the middle. Moonlight poured through the large hole in the ceiling illuminating the statue. Harry quickly jumped off the boat and examined it. The statue was as tall as Harry and it seemed to be made out of marble. It was a man blindfolded and he had large majestic wings on his back. The man carried a bow and he stood on top of a pedestal.

Below him was a short poem:

The blind man had struck your friend,

Leaving his wound open and fresh,

His pain will end,

When Lord Voldemort receives his flesh.

Harry stood there shocked. "Wait, what blind man? My friend? Is it Ron? Is he in danger! Is Voldemort going to kill him? Or worse …use his body! His pain…" Harry's mind was filled with questions. He read the poem over and over. The poem made no sense and Harry panicked. "What if Ron is in danger right now, I need to find him!"

He turned around and ran back to the boat. Suddenly he stopped running; his eyes shot opened wide and he quickly clutched his head. His head throbbed with pain. "W-What the fuck is going on here!" The pain worsened and Harry fell down onto his knees. His scar was burning and he felt like it was searing his forehead. His vision was getting blurry. Harry looked forward and saw a pair of legs in front of him. He looked up and saw that it was Ron. He was smiling and his face looked warm and happy. "R-Ron…" Harry said weakly. The moonlight was shining onto Ron. His eyes sparkled with a boyish grin and his flame colored hair looked radiant. He looked as if he was glowing. Harry's vision blacked out. "Harry…" Ron's voice sounded distant. Harry closed his eyes and collapsed onto the cold floor.

More of Author's Note: Well what do you think? Please give some constructive criticism! Oh and another thing...there are a lot of symbolisms and tons of different themes going on in this story. I won't explain them...not until I finish the story. Isn't curiousity tortuous?