-1Who Will Rescue Me?
Written by Chibikan

Chapter One

Harry quickly grabbed the letter and opened it. Sadly, it was difficult to make out, the rain had smudged the ink. He knew it had to be from a witch or wizard, no muggle used parchment much less an owl. He tried to read through the smudges, to understand the letter as best he could.

Help me…..lost…..I'…so scared. I … lost, trapped,….without a friend…please…help me….

Harry put down the letter. Apparently, someone was in trouble. They needed rescuing. But there was no signature, no way of knowing who had sent the letter. He read it over and over, he didn't recognize the handwriting, but, then, the rain had made it difficult even to recognize the words let alone writing style. What should he do? The little exhausted owl was being taken care of by a concerned Hedwig who had gone into maternal mode. Gently, Harry picked up the poor bird. He was young, barely an adult. "Where'd you come from huh? Who sent you?" He got his box of owl treats and offered the owl some of them, which the owl ate gratefully. Harry set the bird on a perch to rest and looked at the letter again. Well, until this storm let up, he could do nothing. He might as well get some sleep and leave it until. He lay down in his bed again, pulling the blanket around him, and finally fell asleep. Directly into a dream.

He was walking about muggle London. It was deserted, a ghost town, even the shops were bare, abandoned. No green adorned the trees, and they looked brittle, and almost mean. It was cold, despite that it was supposed to be summer and the wind chilled his cheek.

"Brrrr," he shivered. "What am I doing? It looks like London, but, there's nothing here."

He walked around, looking for someone, anyone. Suddenly, a sound reached his ears, the sound of crying, sniffling. "Hello!" he called. "Is someone there?" The sobbing soon filled the air, like it was everywhere. Harry looked around. Where was it coming from? He took off running in a random direction.

The sobbing got louder and louder. Harry kept running and running. But then he stopped and saw, a little boy, sitting against the wall of an abandoned building. He was crying, hugging his knees to him, his black hair disheveled and his white t-shirt torn, his jeans holey.

Harry walked up to the child. "Hello? Why are you crying?" He didn't know why he asked that question first. He ought to be asking the boy's name.

The boy sniffed and looked at him. "I'm….I'm lost…a mean nasty monster is after me…and if I don't get home, he'll get me…" the boy explained.

Harry didn't know what to do, what to say. "Well…ummm…"

Suddenly the boy looked frightened, he was looking not at him, but beyond him. "He's coming….he's coming!" the boy screamed taking off in a run, disappearing from sight almost immediately.

Harry turned and saw a green light speeding in his direction. He tried to move, but he was stuck to something. He couldn't budge, and he'd never be able to move in time. The light grew closer and closer and was nearly upon him…

END CHAPTER

AN: I'm not even going to hint at anything in this story. I intend for the outcome to be a complete surprise.