-1A/N: I'd like to thank my reviewers, and have just now caught the terrible spelling of scene(oops). Also I want to thank Hiei-Touya-icedemon, blackdog530, and Kloven for being my first reviewers. In response to Kloven, if you have not figured it out, I'll just say the three have a history together. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm not sure how long each chapter will be, some will be long, some will be short. If anyone wants to use any ideas from this, contact me first. Also please let me know if the rating should be changed to M, it might need to be, so let me know and I will change it, thanks. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Harry Potter, if you do not believe me ask Jo. This is not for money so do not sue. The creatures, a few characters, and the plot is mine.

Harry Potter and the New Trinity

Ch.1 Beginnings of shadows.

Ding, ding. The door belled as the young child walked into the large store outside of Hogsmeade.

"Good morning James. You here for the usual?" A man at the counter with a friendly smile and in good cheer asked the small boy around the age of eight or nine.

"Yes, Mr. Hans." The little boy said meekly. He was clothed in dirtied robes, the robes were almost falling apart, and just a little too big for him. His name was James, but only Johan Hans took the time to find out the little boys name. James was the leader of his small group, almost like a gang. There were at least four of them, but possibly more, no one ever saw all of them at once.

The kids were runaways, they had runaway from their orphanage and were now living at Hogsmeade's Shrieking Shack. They had moved in about two years ago, the year you-know-who returned. They were all shy, James, Fern, Wily, and Roxanne. Those were the four he knew, he assumed their were others, but never asked. Every early Thursday morning they would come to his store and by an amount of food that would last any normal family a day; two at the most. Somehow the kids managed to use it for a week.

When one of them bought food, that was the only time they were ever seen. Johan arrived at his store two hours before everyone else in Hogsmeade, and made sure to keep the kids secret. He had sworn an unbreakable vow. It was the only way he could make sure the kids were doing alright. He suspected the children of often hiding in the Forbidden Forest, especially when security came around. Security usually came an hour after James bought food from him.

Johan snapped out of his thought and finished putting the items in the bag, he grabbed six chocolate frogs and dropped them in the bag as well. He finished putting the food in the bag and watched as the boy took out the money to pay him. He stopped when he saw the chocolate frogs.

"Sir, I didn't ask for no frogs."

"I know you didn't James." Johan said smiling.

"But sir, I don't have the money to pay for all this." James said although his eyes lingered on the chocolate.

"I understand, this is a gift, you don't have to pay for a gift."

"Oh. But it ain't right, I can't accept charity." James said stubbornly.

"Fine, if that's the way you feel. How about you come in an hour early next Thursday to help me around the shop, then we can call it even."

"I…Alright Mr. Hans. Thank you, have a good day." James said taking the bag of food and running out the store. He had stayed longer than usual and knew the security would be around soon.

Johan watched the boy go. He had no worries that James wouldn't keep his promise, he always did. Where he got the money to pay for the food, that was the only thing that may have been questionable. He shook his head and went back to work.

(later)

A week later next Thursday came, and he arrived an hour earlier than normal waiting for James or one of the other kids to arrive for the groceries. No one arrived. Johan shrugged and realized he had probably forgotten. He went back to work waiting until one of them came in an hour later.

An hour later passed and no one came, for the two years he had known James and his group they had never missed grocery day. Johan was worried, but shrugged it off thinking maybe they were not able to make it today, perhaps they would be in tomorrow. He heard the door's bell ring and looked up expectantly. In walked Auror Thopkin. He went to tend for his needs, disappointed that the boy had not shown.

A day later they had still not appeared and Johan was getting worried, he had never married so had no kids, but thought of these orphans as his care, in a small way. Friday night it had gnawed at him s long that he decided to check up on them.

He reached the Shrieking Shack and looked carefully for a way in. He looked and looked, but it seemed as if any entrance to the Shrieking Shack had vanished. He was about to turn around and head home, when he noticed a small opening in the fence, just barely large enough for a small child to slide through. He took out his wand and enlarged the hole so he could get on the other side.

Once on the other side he went up to the house and knocked, the door swung open. He chuckled nervously realizing that the Shrieking Shack probably did not have a lock on the door, why would anyone want to go in the house of terror. Many years ago howling could be heard, it was rumored a Werewolf once lived in the shack. Shaking his head of this thought he entered the house wand still in hand.

He came out on the other side. He had searched the whole desecrate building and had discovered nothing, but a few small signs of five or six people living in the shack. None of them were home however, so he decided to check the backyard.

The backyard led into the Forbidden Forest, it was there he discovered small traces of the children. The footprints were still pretty noticeable and led into the forest. Johan decided the children may have gotten lost, his gut was telling him something worse. Perhaps it would have been safer if he had listened to his gut, instead of his conscious.

(forest)

Johan stepped into the forest carefully following the footprints. He had his wand drawn and had cast a small lumos for light. He followed the footprints for quite a ways, before reaching a small stream within the forest. The footprints ended at the stream.

The Forbidden Forest was not known only for its monsters, and misfortune, but everything in it bore bad news. The small stream was no exception. The stream was a forgetting spring. Forgetting springs were extremely rare, and most did not believe in such a thing, but like the other springs throughout the world, the stream had a defense mechanism. Anyone who went in would slowly lose memories. The first memories to go were any relating to the forest; the stream included.

Johan quickly stripped, and moved his clothes to the other side with a levitation charm, then he waded into the water. The water was freezing, it chilled his bones, he wished to get out quickly. Magical springs, streams, etc…were unknown variables. Magic did strange things to the water within the forbidden forest. Johan could have used a warming charm to get across the river, but if he had the water would have begun to boil him alive.

Johan had almost reached the other side when his foot was pulled out from under him. Whomp. He fell into the water and saw what had pulled him under. It was a snake, not any normal snake, but a huge constrictor, possibly an aconda; a not too distant relative of what muggles called an anaconda. Acondas were huge, some grew to forty feet, most of the time they were around twenty-five. The one who had pulled him under was at least thirty.

He continued to struggle against his captor, the aconda quickly wrapped itself around his bare body and began to squeeze. Johan struggled violently against the large serpent, to no avail. His lungs felt like they were collapsing, his wand fell from his hand. Thinking it was the end, Johan awaited his death, he was surprised when it did not come.

The aconda, unlike Johan had been in the forgetting stream for a much longer time, and the forgetfulness had just caused it to forget how to squeeze pray. It let go of Johan.

Johan after getting his breathe back quickly put his head under the water for his wand; this was a mistake. The aconda may have forgotten how to squeeze, but it could still bite. The bite of an aconda was as painful as the torturing curse. The aconda put its head back and then suddenly shot forward aiming for Johan's throat. Johan chose that moment to raise his head out of the water his wand in hand. He was very lucky on two accounts.

The first that his wand had not been thrown downstream, where he would never find it. Already he was farther downstream than he should be. His clothes and supplies were on the other side of the river, quite a ways away. The second the aconda missed his throat, instead tearing the flesh out of his shoulder.

A painful scream sounded throughout the Forbidden Forest, so even if Johan survived the encounter with the aconda, he could reassured other creatures would take its place.

Johan in a fit of rage quickly tried to swim to shore, the serpent angry that it had missed its intended target followed swiftly. Johan made it to shore and the serpent was on his tail. Finally being out of the water he cast one of the only spells he could remember.

Johan had been extremely lucky so far, and it continued with this. Being in the stream had made him forget a few things, the first; the way out of the forest. The second most of his spells, a few first year spells were all he could remember. The third was that aconda's skin was immune to most spells save the killing curse.

Thus it was that when the snake struck at him maw opened wide, the single stunning spell shot directly in its open maw. The serpent's eyes rolled in its head before falling to the ground, the weight of the rest of its body dragging it back into the depths of the forgetting stream. By the time it awoke it would have either drowned or forgotten how to swim, so all was fine for now.

Johan wincing with pain, and dragging himself back to where his clothes were quickly put them on, and after tearing a small piece of material from his shirt made a small bandage to place on his shoulder. The blood was probably already bringing other creatures into the vicinity to feast on his blood.

He looked around and saw footprints, thinking this would lead to the way out he followed them. He had totally forgotten his mission to find the children. The footprints were also far too big to be children's footprints, but just the right size for a grown man. He followed them.

(later)

The footprints led Johan to a small clearing, the clearing was not empty. Someone had created a large building within the Forbidden Forest, for what purposes he did not know. The building was the size of the clearing and the top half went out into the forest. Unbeknown to Johan it was much bigger than that, because underground it was much, much larger. Johan walked to the building, the building was actually concealed, but the stream had caused one good thing. He had forgotten he could not see a building under the fidelius charm, and thus could see it. The fidelius charm made the minds believe that nothing was in the vicinity, but Johan's mind had already been screwed with enough that night, and could see it.

Not knowing that the building was supposed to be protected, he walked in it, inside was scene from a nightmare. Many people dressed in black robes were working swiftly on certain properties. In the center was a large spider, if Johan could have remembered the name he would have realized it was an acromantula. At least it was once an acromantula, in all reality, it was a totally new species, and much larger than a normal giant spider. This spider had a slightly bigger body, still eight legs, but it also had a tail similar to a scorpions. It also had two claws, these looked like what lobsters had. The spider was busy spinning web. The spider was not alone. Where the head and body met, one of the men in black was sitting giving it instructions.

Johan although his memory was getting fuzzy, decided it was time to leave. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He turned and quickly walked out, by luck not being spotted. Perhaps the forgetting stream made other people forget about him for awhile as well?

Little did Johan know, he had been seen, and was already being stalked. Feeling something wrong, he drew his wand and continued walking. He walked the opposite direction he had come in at, and as such continued to get more lost.

Johan had continued walking, until by pure chance he came to an intersection where small child-like footprints were seen. He remembered the children. They had passed the same way, excited by this discovery and the recollection of one of his memories he followed the footprints.

A man clad in black had followed him for some time, and upon seeing him following the footprints he smirked to himself and he and his beast left. The stranger would not be walking out of the forest alive tonight.

(a bit later)

Johan continued to follow the footprints, the footprints ended up leading into a cave. The cave was large, and very dark. He couldn't see anything. If he had had his whole memory he may have realized what a stupid idea it would be to enter the cave. The cave was very large and had holes going this way and that. Sticky white silk was all over the place. He walked into the cave wand out.

A little ways into the cave and he fell, and got stuck in the sticky stuff. He landed right next to the skeleton of a horse, a horse with a horn. Whatever creature had dared harm a Unicorn was probably no longer alive, so he did not have to worry. He carefully got up. He continued to slowly walk around, staying as far away from the holes as possible. Eventually he got to a path that divided six ways. Hanging above him were strange white pods. As he looked up he could make out the rotting face of one of the pods. The pods were see through and it was in that moment that Johan realized he should get the hell out.

Hanging in the pods were the remains of the five kids he had originally set out to look for. The faces of the kids were rotting and frozen in terrified expressions, skin was falling off and the kids were indefinitely dead. There bodies looked much thinner than they had before, like all the liquid in their bodies had been drained, small incisor markings on the girls chest, two of the boys neck, and the rest legs, showed how they had been drained. The clothing on them was in shatters and holes in their bodies showed that they had tried to fight, but had been unable. It seemed James had been sliced cleanly in half, he had probably fought the hardest and longest.

Sickened by the sight Johan spewed what was left of his dinner. He then ran towards the exit. As if it were a sign thousands of red eyes appeared in the darkness and scratchy sounds were made throughout the cavern. Johan ran, a creature dropped from the ceiling. It was a smaller version of the spider creature he had seen at the building. He kicked it out of the way and continued to run. More continued to drop and he stupefied as many as he could, even kicking and hitting some away with his fists and feet. They kept coming. The cave, which at first glance seemed to be quite easy to escape from had become a death trap. He had gotten lost and was now running for his life.

A spider darted out from a hole and Johan just barely missed it. So far the creatures had only come one at a time, excepting the ones falling from the ceiling to slow him down. Johan continued to run a spider falling from the ceiling swiped at him with its lobster like claw, causing his arm to be ripped out of its socket. Johan screamed in pain, but continued to run, now one arm less.

He continued to run until discovering a light, he had found the way out. He ran to it like a demon was after him, and in all reality there were. Jumping over spider after spider, dodging the ones from the celing and stupefying and knocking the ones in front of him out of the way he made it to the light.

Only to have his hopes dashed. He was now in an underground cavern the light coming from a small hole at the top, the chamber was surrounded by white sacks, and in moments he realized what they were. The nesting grounds, the egg chamber. He looked up above him and saw more spiders breaking free of the egg sacks, realizing he was as good as dead he decided to try to warn anyone what was happening in the forest. Breaking the forgetfulness of two very important memories he quickly wrote a letter.

A spider lunged for him as he was writing the letter he stupefied it, and picking up a rock he transformed it into a bird…an owl.

"T-take this t-to Harry Potter." Johan said and watched as the owl, terrified of the spiders flew out of the hole on top and made it to freedom. Johan watched it go before turning back to the task at hand. A spider lunged at him and hissed as he hit it away.

Spider creatures were closing in from all sides, above, right, left, in front, and behind him. "Bring it on monsters!" Johan cried. The spiders rushed him.

Johan batted away many of them, continuously stupefied. He was cut to shreds by the claws, and one of them stung him with its tail, he began to feel drowsy. He dropped his wand, and fell to the floor. He felt a spider tear at his leg ripping it off and he screamed in pain, eventually one of the spiders began spraying him with white sticky silk. He was being wrapped into a cocoon for feasting. Eventually he was totally wrapped up and only his head was free from . Slowly his eyes getting droopier and the pain increasing tenfold he looked up. Looking up the last thing he ever saw were the crushing mandibles and incisors of a large eight-eyed monster.

(tap tap)

Meanwhile in Number 4 Privet Drive an owl was knocking at a window.

A/N: If you think this needs a higher rating let me know, it will get worse later. This chapter is a bit longer than it was going to be, but it's been a while so I decided to make it longer. Hope you enjoy, please read and review.