It is an unfortunate well known truth that life can be both cruel and unforgiving. For Harry Potter it was doubly true, so when he experienced complete and utter happiness he was loath to release it.

The new world around him was alive and teeming with a power that Harry couldn't explain or understand. The power or presence seemed to be everywhere around him, but he couldn't see or hear it. If he concentrated enough Harry could almost feel it though, it was like a cat rubbing against him to mark its territory. The best part about the presence in Harry's foggy mind was the way it seemed to fill his magical core.

It was almost an erotic feeling that was controlling him, complete and utter euphoria. He felt full, like an empty glass that had just been completely filled with high grade alcohol. It was hard to think, hard to understand what was going on around him. Wasn't he supposed to be doing something? Whatever it was it probably wasn't important anyway.

Standing in the new world he had appeared in unceremoniously Harry could be described as completely high. What had caused him to become that way was unclear, but whatever the source of it was it wasn't strong enough to keep him that way for long.

Harry Potter had survived many terrible and unfortunate encounters in his life. In every situation Harry could think and rationalize, he may have followed his gut instincts and emotions most of the time but he was clearheaded the entire time. Fortunately for Harry occasionally he had fate and lady magic on his side to help him through the trials in his long lived life where he didn't use his head.

In his present situation Harry had lady magic to thank for giving him a special gift. Harry could get slightly drunk if he drank alcohol, but he had learned early on in his life that he wouldn't stay that way for more than a few minutes. The same applied for when he was drugged or whenever he sustained any type of thought impairing aliment Harry's magic would "Cure it".

It wasn't necessarily a good thing either. It also applied for drugs meant to numb pain or anti-depressants, Harry couldn't use either of them because they interfered with his mind clouding it. Bloody stupid gift to have when one is feeling suicidal from the pain of multiple broken bones that can't be numbed.

Breathing deeply Harry calmed himself as he felt his magic sweep away the fog clouding his mind. It was a normal feeling to Harry, having his magic clear his thoughts of any impurities. It was about the only time Harry felt his magic in the last few centuries, even then he didn't consciously decide to use his magic it kind of decided to use itself.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the lingering fog Harry took in his situation. At the moment from what he could tell he was in some kind of magical forest with magical looking creatures. While being in the forest was all, well, fine and good, the fact that he had no idea how he appeared there was none of those things.

The good news about his situation so far was that he hadn't been attacked yet. If any of the lessons Hagrid had taught him in Hogwarts had truly sunk in, the unintentional one had stuck. The lesson? No creature was a harmless creature, no matter what Hagrid said about that three headed dog he had never believed for one second that the thing wouldn't chew his head off if he got too close.

Some more good news came from peaceful plants. At this point Harry hadn't decided if the plants were harmless or if they had decided he was too stupid to hurt them. Harry was leaning toward the latter, the giant hulking flower that remarkably reminded him of the sorting hat looked like it was about to spit venom at him.

'Best not to test that one.'

With that thought in mind Harry took a few steps away from the supposedly ill-tempered plant and continued his thought process.

The bad news for his situation was his increasing hunger. Unfortunately Harry hadn't time to eat breakfast before being magically transported, so currently he was feeling a bit famished. He didn't recognize any of the plants around him so eating anything from them was a big "Do Not".

Coming to the conclusion that feeding himself was the most important thing to do at the moment, Harry decided that it was time to venture out into the forest looking for food. It may not be the safest choice, but it was better than starving at least. It wasn't like anyone was coming to rescue him and besides.

'What was the worst that could happen?'

It really was a speak of the devil and he shall appear moment, because right after that thought the ill-tempered plant mentioned before decided that it really didn't like Harry's face. Looking up from his thoughts Harry didn't have any time to do anything but gape at the plant as it spewed black gunk all over him.

As it straightened up from its bent over position the plant that look like the Hogwarts sorting hat almost looked smug. Now covered in sticky, smelly, not to mention itchy black plant throw up Harry looked like an over sized rat. Even his glasses were covered in the stuff, given the situation Harry didn't think anyone would blame him for telling the plant exactly what he thought of it.

"You're a slimy git."

A/N: That's chapter three folks! I know that this chapter is short and that many readers wanted me to jump right into the story, but this chapter is actually very important to the story.

On another note for those who wanted a M/F fic this is a reminder that this will be slash. If you don't like it don't read.

Also I have yet to decided the pairing for this fic. Suggestions are more than welcome and appreciated. If I get enough input I'll start a poll. If not, well I guess I'll just go on a dream quest like Jake did. Only hopefully I'll find the pairing for this fic and not a giant sky demon about to eat me. ;)

I'll try and have chapter four up soon! ;)