Unknown Disappearances

AN: well I should say that maybe the new dude isn't really mine I mean I got that wrong. And I should say the "quote the raven, Nevermore" is line from a famous poem by Edger Alan Poe.

Chapter 5

Tonight is the night that every thing is revealed.

Okay, okay, okay I was just kidding, got ya. Hehehehehe.

Voldemort had rounded up his evil troops, or death eaters, as they liked to call themselves, ready for a night of battle.

On the shore opposite Azkaban prison a man dressed in black sat cross-legged in the sand facing the ocean, deep in meditation but aware of everything around him.

A series of load cracks filled the air as members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared, ready to enter a fight that had not happened yet and waited, watching the mystery man as he sat unmoving. About ten minutes later auoror's from the ministry arrived and waited, all watching the man on the sand. They all waited for the death eaters to show, but as our mystery man already knew they were not coming this way.

Suddenly me snapped his eyes open and stood facing the prison over the strait, pole in hand. He turned towards the others gathered and then stepped towards the water, not even stopping when he reached it.

They all stood in shock, this guy could bloody walk on water, how is that possible?

About ten meters out he turned to the shocked crowd and beckoned them toward the opposite shore before them. He continued walking. Then suddenly all the people gathered blinked in unison and when they opened theirs eyes after less than a second, he was gone.

Voldemort was pleased, Dumbledore's annoying order had not shown up yet, neither had the ministry's incompetent auoror's and that nuisance of the disappearing man hadn't shown his face.

The confident smirk was wiped off his face as he realised who stood in the door way of the prison and who was closely followed by none other than Dumbledore him self.

'Damn that boy' he thought

Mystery man entered the fight in full force as he struck down Death eaters with one hit. As the dementors entered the fight many pulled back as their strength dwindled. However he continued the fight as if it were only more death eaters. To the amazement of the 'troops' he struck the dementors with his pole, breaking their weak bones and disabling them.

Cold engulfed his body as fog attacked his vision.

"No, please have mercy, take me instead" he heard a familiar woman plead

The cold took over his body and as his unconscious took over all he could hear were the screams of a terrified woman and high-pitched laughter of mad man.

The battle didn't last for as long as usual, but still continued well into the night until the death eaters retreated with many of their own that were contained in the prison, including the Lestranges. As the light side started to clear up the prison of the dead and injured, Hermione noticed the dementors swarming around a fallen body. She pulled out her wand and cast a pantroni that would do Harry proud (tear) forcing all the dementors back to their post. Running over to the person she realised who he was.

Her saviour, mystery man and magician, was lying on the ground breathing slowly. His eyes were closed and his body unmoving. Bending over him she called out to him, without a response. Thinking quickly she loaded him onto a stretcher and run to Dumbledore.

'Professor!' she yelled.

'Hermione, what is it?' He asked as he turned looking concerned.

'It's him, the mystery man, he's collapsed, because of the Dementors.'

'Here take this and say Hogwarts, it will take you and him there.' He explained as he passed her a rock.

She grabbed his arm and after whispering Hogwarts', vanished.

With a tug behind the navel Hermione landed in the Hogwarts hospital wing with the mystery man beside her. After placing his limp body on the closest bed, she ran to Madam Pomfrey's office.

'Poppy, quick, come here, I need your help' she called as she ran across the ward.

'What is it dear?' asked Poppy as she came out of her office.

'Quick, it's the mystery guy his unconscious, but I don't think he's badly injured'

'What happened to him?'

'Dementors, it was the dementors at the prison, they attacked him' Hermione explained.

'They what, but that could mean…' the matron couldn't finish her sentence.

'No, they couldn't have, I I didn't see any of them lower their hood'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes I'm positive'

'Well I have one way to tell' the matron then rushed back into her office and returned with a silver, humming rode.

'What is that, I haven't seen that before'

'Of coarse you haven't, I don't usually need to use it'

'What does it do?' Hermione asked curiously

'Well this is called a soularous, and it can tell if a person has a soul or not after they have been in a Dementor attack and is unconscious.'

'Oh'

The matron then hurried over to the bed containing the man and swept the instrument over his body a few times, until a piece of parchment appeared in mid air. The matron grabbed it, she read it and frowned.

'What does it say?' Hermione asked.

The matron frowned again and read 'Unknown'

'Unknown, UNKNOWN how the hell could it be unknown, you either got a soul or you don't, something has to be wrong, try it again.' Exclaimed Hermione.

The matron tried three more times with the same result.

Hermione put her hand to his forehead and then pulled back suddenly as she felt the burning sensation of ice shoot through her hand.

'What…?' exclaimed Poppy.

'He's so cold, freezing, couldn't that mean…?'

'Yes it could, but for now I think we should keep him as warm as possible and hope he wakes up.'

They feed him a warming draught and covered him in as many blankets as possible, then they pulled the curtain around his bed and went to attend to the other patients starting to come in from the battle.

Attack attack attaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

He shivered as he fort to gain his conscious and felt the biting cold penetrating his skin. He could hear muffled voices floating from in front of the crossed curtain. Felling a warm hand clasp his wrist he opened his eyes, which met brown.

'Harry?' a voice whispered

He shook his head slightly 'Nay, I am not thee Harry thou seeks' he said in a husky voice.

'Harry' Hermione said louder.

'What's going on?' said the matron as she entered the curtain.

'It's Harry, I swear' Hermione said pointing at him.

'No Hermione, please come with me' said the headmaster as he followed Poppy to the bed.

Hermione followed as she cast a quick look at the man lying quietly in the bed.

They reached the hall outside the wing when Dumbledore spoke.

'Now Hermione, you know that Harry is gone don't you?'

'Yes, but…'

'He won't come back'

'He could, he has, and it has only been a year.'

'I know, but it is very unlikely that he will come back.'

'He's here I swear it, the mystery man is him, the same eyes, hair colour and face shape, same voice (I can't believe I didn't realise it was him) it has to be him.'

'Hermione he does not have a scar'

'So he's a wizard'

'I have tried every anti-glamour charm on him and come up with nothing'

'Well he is a very powerful wizard'

'He does not have any magical signature and he does not seem to use magic'

'It still could be him.'

'Yes, alright we will ask him, but please don't get your hopes up'

'You haven't even looked at him properly, have you'

'No…'

Hermione cut him off 'Well you'll believe me when you see him' with that she turned and storked back into the hospital wing, towards his curtained bed.

Madam Pomfrey was having a difficult time trying to get her mystery patient to eat.

'Here you need to have this chocolate, you will fell better'

'Nay, I cannot eat that now I need..'

'No you have to eat it now!'

As he opened his mouth to speak again a piece of chocolate was stuffed roughly into his mouth and closed it with so he couldn't spit it out.

'Now eat'

He growled at her and then ate his chocolate, cause well he had no choice, wink, wink.

After he finished and swallowed the chocolate he quickly slid out of the bed and grabbed his left boot before the matron new what he was doing.

'Get back in bed now' she yelled at him.

Before he did he quickly pulled a vial out of a secret compartment in the bottom of his shoe. As he settled back in the hospital bed he pulled the cork off the vial containing a light blue and white swirling liquid, and before Poppy could stop him, he drowned it and slumped back into the pillows still clutching the vial. At that moment Hermione and Professor Dumbledore can in.

dun dun daaaa