Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would rich rich rich!

The years pass

Harry arrived back at the cavern, exhausted from pulling himself along the wall.

Sitting down beside the pool, he looked at his leg. It was on a funny angle, and in some parts was swollen and discoloured. It was definitely broken. Harry groaned. Why hadn't he paid attention when Madame Pomfrey was healing him? Oh, well. He had no idea of how to set a splint anyways.

Oh, well. Too late to do anything about that now, he thought.

Harry took the remains of his glasses from his pocket. The arms were almost completely broken off, with only a few centimetres left. The wire connecting the lenses remained. Harry stared at them, thinking.

Hm… Maybe I could use my shoelaces to keep them together. He hopped over to where he had kicked his shoes. They weren't too distant, but they were still far enough that when he found them he was panting. He bent over and carefully drew the laces from his shoes. Harry then curved the remainder of the arms into a loop, and tied the shoelaces to them. He fastened them to his head.

I can see! He thought happily.

He dragged himself back to the pool to find fish, trying not to move his leg too much. He really didn't want to eat raw fish (oh merlin so gross) but if it was that or die than he would have to eat fish.

Harry dipped his hands in the frigid water, shivering. Cupping it in his hands, he poured it on his leg. The icy water numbed his limb, taking some of the pain away. He lay down to take a rest. It had been a stressful (not to mention excruciatingly painful) day.

*Six years after entry*

Harry crouched in the shadows of the banquet hall, waiting for a trolley of food to come by. He was more cautious than he was the year before, keeping perfectly still to avoid being seen. The monsters were feasting in the torchlight; their hands holding cooked…something. He had no idea what it was, and he really did not want to know.

If I know what it is, he reflected, I probably wouldn't eat it. Best not to know. His eyes shifted towards an approaching trolley, laden with food and drink. Come on…closer…closer…HURRY UP!

The trolley swung by the patch of shadow he was in. Harry pointed his wand at a hunk of meat on the lower level of the trolley. Accio, he thought. It flew the metre towards him without causing attention. Catching his prize, he grinned in the darkness. This would last a few days with rationing. He limped off through the tunnels that lead vaguely in the direction of his cave.

*Eight years after entry*

Harry looked down into his pool and did a double-take. He still looked like he was fourteen!

"How strange. It seems like I'm not any older."

He paused. "COOL!"

*Eleven years after entry*

Harry entered a cave that was utterly devoid of light.

"What the- I haven't been in here before!" He exclaimed in surprise.

Flashback***

Harry was following a small tunnel that lead out of what could only be described as a throne room. He discovered it by wandering in after taking a wrong turn, not paying much attention to his surroundings. While he was looking around in curiosity, he heard footsteps drawing near. Frantically, he stared about for a place to hide. He had almost resigned himself to being monster food when he saw it. A small tunnel in a patch of shadows, too small for the thingys to crawl into. Frantically he scrambled in, hurrying up the tunnel through the darkness.

End flashback***

Harry cautiously crept into the cave. He raised his head, listening for any monsters that might be nearby.

He could hear nothing. He took out his wand, wondering if dared make a light. I might as well risk it, he thought.

"Lumos."

The cave filled with dim light, and Harry's mouth fell open in amazement. There were the silver-rocks here! And it looked like chain mail was made out of it!

"This is so awesome!" He breathed. It looked like no one had been here in years! Harry limped over to a chain mail vest that he put over his shirt. It was so light! Of course, it was rather big. It reached his knees, a bit over the edge of his shirt. Taking it off, he made a mental note to come back here again. Oh, and explore the tunnels to see if there was anything else of interest.

*Eighteen years after entry*

Harry ran frantically, his left leg aching. It was chasing him. He dashed down a side tunnel that lead upwards. Hopefully It couldn't follow him here. He scrambled up the steep incline, sending rocks down in his haste. Pausing to try and catch his breath, Harry wheeled around and looked back to see if the monster was still coming. It wasn't. He relaxed, leaning against a boulder.

It was a terrible monster. It was covered in fire, with a long whip. Harry thought It looked like a demon of old, ten metres high and terrifying to look upon. He could actually feel the power that billowed off of It. He shivered in the dark. If he ever went down there again, he'd need to be extremely careful. Good thing he wasn't planning to. Harry didn't feel like dying anytime soon, a feeling that lots of people had. Thank goodness for self-preservation instincts.

A/N: Happy Halloween, and to all a good night!