Hi and welcome to my newest fic! I don't own anything related to Harry Potter, so na na you can't sue me! (not that I have anything in the first place) Enjoy!
It was cold.
The streets were filled with cheerful shoppers, their minds on nothing but collecting their assorted purchases from the shops that lined the streets, their christmas lights just starting to light up the frosty twilight. Few, if any, had eyes to spare for the teenager hunched between a bookstore and a coffe shop. His clothes were strange, like a preist's robes or something of the sort, and he was staring out at the street, looking scared and confused. Nobody knew who he was, or where he came from, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own lives to care.
Those particular questions and more were what the teenager was pondering at that very moment. About an hour ago, he had found himself lying on the street, with nothing but the clothes on his back. No idea how he had gotten there, or even who he was. He had glanced at himself in a shop window, hoping that he would recognise himself, maybe remember something, but it had been like a stranger was looking back at him. A stranger with black hair, green eyes and glasses. Not very helpful in the long run.
He stood up, deciding that sitting around and thinking wasn't getting him anywhere. There must be a better way of doing this. He needed a plan. But first, he needed a coat or something to keep him warm. Although the day had been relatively warm for December, it was getting colder as night was falling. He had no idea how he was supposed to do that, he had searched his pockets and found no money, only a strange peice of wood. Like that was going to do him any good.
After a bit of searching, he found a small alley, that, for some reason, was warm. He knew he shouldn't be picky, and should just be grateful for finding anything at all, but he had an eerie feeling that nobody besides him could see the alley at all. But that was rediculous. He might not have known anything about himself, but the teen wasn't stupid. That was impossible. They could see it, they just didn't deem it worthy of attention. There, that was a more likely circumstance. But he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it...
Not that it really mattered, anyways. The alley was warm and he needed a place to spend the night. His stomach growled with hunger, but there was nothing he could do about that particular problem right at the moment. He could live with his hunger until the next day, at the very least. Now there was nothing to distract him from the thoughts twisting around in his head...
'Who am I? What am I doing here? Why can't I answer myself?' No answers came, and the boy sat, watching night fall around him, wondering why he could remember stupid things like maths and english but nothing about himself. Around midnight, judging from the jet black sky, he finally fell into a troubled sleep.
A cold, high laugh seemed to close in on him from all sides. He couldn't see his surroundings, the laugher, or himself. Nothing existed but fear, all around him, closing in on him from every side. There was no up or down, right or left. Nothing but the fear.
From somewhere distant, all of a sudden, came a bright white light, that somehow cut out the sound of the laughter. It grew more annd more solid and came nearer to him. He reached out his hand, and was inches away from touching the bing of light when...
The boy woke up, as suddenly as if someone had poured cold water over his head. Which wasn't far from the truth, as it had started snowing. Groaning, he stood up and brushed himself off. Now he would have to find a more sheltered spot. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the car speeding towards him on the road until hust in time. He leaped onto the sidewalk and landed face down in the grass to the side. Unfortunately, the only possesion that remained with him had not been so fortunate.
CRACK!
With a feeling of growing dread, the boy stepped back onto the road, where the thin peice of wood had fallen out of his pocked as he jumped. It now lay in two peices in a tire track. He had no idea why he had even had it in the first place, and it hadn't seemed very important. It still didn't when he thought about it logically, but that was hard to do when his instincts were screaming. But he would have to ignore them. His instincts must be wrong. There was no way some stupid stick breaking would cause problems, right?
Tada! Okay, yes I know it's short, but all of my chapters are, otherwise it would take me even longer to update :) Yes, it is possible. But I am going to try to update this more often than my other fics, because I've forgotten all of their story lines except for Random Story of Randomness, which never had one and never will.
Lady Jarine