Author Note: Just wanted to say thanks to potterinu, Loella, CressidaRene, alchino, and Nebelkind for their reviews and a special thanks to 10th Squad 3rd Seat for both their reviews.

Also I'm sorry this chapter is so short and late, assignments have been horrible.

Chapter 3

Lost

Shiro's POV

Again I dreamt of snow, of a world filled by a snowstorm and a voice held by the wind. I don't know when the dream first started but it's getting worse. The voice is louder but I still can't find the source. It calls for me over and over.

I wake up in my bed on the floor I panic for a moment before remembering where I am. The Burrow.

Ginny and I had surprisingly become friends, I think she thought me a puzzle to unwrap and enjoyed the challenge, I liked having her around, my first friend in this life; though I'd catch myself staring at her red hair but seeing someone else. Had I know someone with red hair before? Ginny had surprised me by inviting me to hers for Christmas. I accepted having no where else to go.

I silently got out of my bed and exited the room, leaving behind two sleeping boys. It was early in the morning, too early for the rest of the house to be up. I decided against the shower just yet preferring not to wake anyone up. I wondered down stairs and into the living area.

A fire crackled and sent out more heat then it should, magic. Suddenly the room was too hot for me and I escaped to outside. It was cold outside, I could see my breath as it escaped my body, the grass was damp from the morning dew though I chose to ignore it as I sat next to a tree.

I'd always preferred the cold, maybe it was something to do with my cold nature but I found it soothing. I didn't feel cold just at peace like this is how I was meant to be.

My eyes closed and I found myself on a plain of ice, a voice on the wind. I tried to find the voice searched but the storm above was getting worse and I could barely see. I knew I was close red eyes glowed in the distance but the storm continued and I couldn't see anything else. My feet could barely move but I tried to continue. The voice roared and I woke up to someone shaking me.

I looked up to the concerned face of Mrs Weasley as she wrapped a blanket around me. I stood up and noticed the snow around me. I hadn't thought it cold enough to snow but it had covered the ground. Mrs Weasley quickly ushered me inside to the warm, put me next to the fire and looked me over. I tried to tell her I was fine but she didn't listen, choosing to look me over and fuss too much before hugging me. I saw an image of another red haired women who hugged me like this, it was gone before I knew what it was.

She went to finish cooking breakfast, every few minutes she'd look in to make sure I was still there; like she was afraid I'd bolt into the unknown any moment. It wasn't far from the truth the cold called to me, I wanted to follow the voice on the wind and find who called me.

Slowly the house woke up around me, Hermione (who was also staying for the holidays) trotted down the stairs a book in hand. Both Ron and Harry took much longer to get up and didn't look nearly as awake. Ginny came down last out of them though she's taken the time to get dressed and look presentable.

They crowded around the table as food was put on it, I shrugged off the blanket still around my shoulders and sat next to Ginny. Often one of the others would look at me, I was still a mystery to them, an unknown factor.

Mrs Weasley did ask me questions, unable to keep her curiosity in.

"How do you normal spend the holidays Shiro?" I knew she only meant well but it made me flinch all the same.

"In Hogwarts." It was the only answer I knew.

"And before that dear?" It took a while for me to find my voice.

"I'm not sure, I don't remember my earlier years." I confessed and she looked downright sad at the truth. I tried to say it was fine and I didn't mind but my mouth refused to cooperate and so the table was silent.

She broke it again.

"Well that just means you'll have to come here every year." She announced, I tried to decline saying I didn't want to put her out, she wouldn't hear any of it and said she's force me if she must.

I had a vague memory of someone else trying to force me somewhere.

I thanked her for her kindness and silently promised to do everything I could to repay it.

The rest of the house decided to play Quidditch in the afternoon as Fred, George and Charlie had all arrived for the holidays. Even Hermione had agreed to play so to make the teams even I was forced into it.

They lent me an old broom and I couldn't help but enjoy it. The feel of flying was amazing and somehow familiar, the wind surrounding me as I flew to catch the quaffle. The air was cold still and I liked it that way, the cold clung to my clothes and I imagined myself covered in ice.

Despite the freedom the broom allowed a part of me longed for wings. I wanted to be free.

Later that night as I slept in Ron's room with Harry next to me. My mind turned to my missing memories and the lingering feeling of familiarity around certain objects. I knew I had another life and I wished to find it.

My other life on an icy plain with a voice on the wind, the life of wings and wind. I wanted to know who I was.

For the moment all I was; was lost.

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