Chapter 2: A Chance Encounter

August 17, 1993

Professor Minerva McGonagall looked at the boy that way layed down on the infirmary cot. She didn't need to ask Madam Pomfrey to know that the child had multiple broken bones and possible internal bleeding, she could see the fact with her own two eyes. Every breath the boy took his chest would rise on one side and fall on the other, then the sides would switch as he breathed out. Blood sputtered out his mouth every time he would cough, it did not take a genius to know that the boy was half dead.

Yes... half dead... a boy no older than a third year student. Madam Pomfrey, bless her soul, was trying everything she could to keep the child alive.'He will not die! Not I'm my care!', she would say. Yes, Madam Pomfrey would try her hardest, she knew that.

"I jus' don' understand... tha boy walked roight on t'woard tha Wompin' Willo'h. I can't understand why he woul' do tha'", the kind groundskeeper, Hagrid had said to the group. The half giant was wringing his hands together, almost praying that the boy would be alright.

"It could be,", started Severus as he looked toward the broken boy,"that the child simply didn't know."

"You may be right, Severus.", Albus Dumbledore said, in agreement with the potions master,"Had the boy known the danger the Willow possessed, he would have avoided it at all costs... Madam Pomfrey, when you're able please have our young guest drink the Skele-gro potion you possess. If you're in need of more, I'm sure Severus would be happy to accommodate you."

"Of course professor!", Madam Pomfrey said, with a slight bow.

"Thank you. Minerva, please see to it that when the bo-"

The headmaster didn't have the time to finish his sentence before the mysterious young man violently spit out the potion that was supposed to heal him, shortly followed by a gut wrenching scream. Quickly, the elderly headmaster went to the boys side to try and calm him down.

"Shh! It's alright lad! Please, calm yourself before you cause more damage!", Dumbledore reassured the boy, almost pleading for him to cease his violent throes.

"AHHHH! Svartr vatn! Andlát vatn!", screamed the child, gripping at his throat as if he was forced to drink poison, "Blár ok rauðr inn hosa!"

"Albus, what is he saying?!", yelled Minerva, unable to stand the pain the boy seemed to be in.

The aged headmaster looked around the bed, hoping to find a clue among the boys belongings. Clearly he believed the Skele-gro was some sort of malady being shoved down his throat. Thankfully the boy had enough sense to point towards the small sachel on top of his ruined armour. Without delay, the headmaster cast Accio on the bag and handed it to the young man.

As the boy five his hand in the sachel he began to cough up more blood, feeling this, he hurriedly pulled out two little bottles from the bag, one red and the other blue. Without warning the boy the boy quickly guzzler down the liquid in the red bottle, breathing in deeper than he had thus far. As the liquid reached his stomach, a beautiful golden light seemed to come from within himself and completely surrounded his body, fading away just as fast as it appeared. Each of the staff members could not believe their eyes.

Near instantaneously, every wound on the boys' person, whether it be the smallest scratch or the deepest gash, vanished. As if it were never there in the first place.

After a few moments, the boy opened the blue bottle and drank that as well. This time around, a brilliant blue light surrounded his body and vanished, just as it did before. The young man then conjured a warm, golden light in his right palm and began to pass over every part of his body.

Dumbledore had never seen anything like it in all his years. This mystery man, this boy, had two highly advanced potions on his person, and was now healing himself with some unknown form of magic. The old man looked at the child, bewilderment still etched on his face, and began to speak.

"My boy... how... what did you just do?", Albus asked the young man.

"Ek veit eigi hvat þú segða...", the child said, shaking his head left to right.

"Severus, if you would?", the old headmaster asked the potions teacher. Afterwards, Snape brought out his wand and pointed it directly at the boys throat.

"Mutato Verbo."

Immediately a sharp pain appeared in the boys neck and he brought his palm to the center of the discomfort.

"Augh! Dammit!"

"It's alright my boy, the worst has passed!", assured the wise professor.

"I... I can understand you?", the child said as he ran his hand through his black as night hair.

"Yes, well, we had to do something about that troublesome language barrier.", laughed the old man, "My boy... can you tell me your name?"

"Yes.", stated the now comfortable child, "My name is Orsr Bloodskal."

SoaT

Pretty short chapter, but hey, I wasn't doing anything right now. So, if you want to, leave a review/question/hate mail or anything else, catch ya later!