A/N: sorry for the long space between this update and the last one I've been very busy and I had writers block on about 3 of my fics. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Of course I own Harry Potter (in my dreams) I created Harry Potter and I am the almighty ruler of the world (Mwa ha ha ha ha ha) J

Chapter Three : Problems and Complications

"But who is he?"

"I don't know…"

"Wait what's that…" Hermione asked suddenly pointing to the boys arm.

The paramedic turned to look at the boys arm and found someone's hand attached as though glued to the boys skin. It had been torn off from someone else's body during the blast and was now moulded into his arm covering part of his left arm. Seeing this the paramedic attempted to remove the hand but backed off in pain.

"It burns, it burns. That hand is scolding hot." and the paramedic showed his red raw and blistered hands to Hermione.

"What the….It appears to be attached via a curse that burns someone if they try to remove it…but why?" She asked studying the hand from a safe distance without touching it.

"I don't care, I just want to get this boy to the hospital and get him cleared up so that we can find out what happened here." The paramedic replied wincing with pain as he reached over to grab the boys other arm in order to apparate away.

"But this could be a clue as to what happened here. I'm coming with you."

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Deep within the mist another boy screamed in pain at the darkness that surrounded him. Cradling a body that had been torn asunder by the blast and was consequently missing several bodily pieces including a hand, he dragged himself through the mist in a desperate attempt to find a way out.

"Your trapped, there's no escape. You are doomed to spend eternity here with me." A voice spoke cutting through the mist and piercing his ears.

"Your wrong, I will find a way out and I will save Harry and I will find a way to kill you."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Very amusing you really think there's a way to save your friend don't you. He's dead, like you will be. Your friends don't know that you are here, there not even trying to look for you. Your as good as dead."

"My friends might not know that I'm here but they know Harry is and they wont leave him here to die. They will be looking for him and me, and when they find us they will save him."

"I told you he's dead, no one could survive that blast, well no mortal anyway. That's what he is, a mortal. He's dead, like you would be if you weren't immortal at least. Your friends cant get in here and you cant get out. So give up, and let yourself go on to the next dimension."

"NO! I will not leave Harry here for you to finish him off, and I will not run and hide just because you say so. I am through with being a weakling when I know I'm not. You cant fool me, I know that I'm stronger than you and I also know that your scared of me. So stop fooling around and grow up for god sake your what 50 years old."

"70 Actually"

"Well what ever, your 70 so why don't you act it for one. Act your age, not your shoe size!"

"What does that mean anyway? How can someone act there shoe size?"

"Who cares, god just leave me alone."

"Why should I?"

"Because I said so."

"Well then I wont."

"LEAVE!" The boy said still cradling Harry's limp body, in a menacing tone. His eyes glowed a bright white and the older man cowered in fear, before running off unable to control his legs.

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Back at the edge of the mist, Hermione and the paramedic had apparated away to St mungo's leaving the others to clean up the mess of bodies. Suddenly a bright light blinded them and when dissapeared they found themselves outside of Hogwarts once gracious grounds and far away from the mist.

"What the hell?"

A/N: there you go, hope it was ok for you. So if you want to review if you don't want to then review, its up to you, I think.