Harry opened his eyes to a horrific sight. Standing in front of him was a giant, easily twenty feet tall and uglier than anything Harry had ever seen. It had it's back to him but Harry could hear it laughing, a sound like boulders rubbing together, as it did something. Summoning all of his Gryffindor courage Harry slowly moved around the giant making sure to be as quite as possible and saw what it was doing. He stared in shock to find that the giant was petting what appeared to be a werewolf.

"Doggy" the giant laughed.

This was too much for Harry and he did the only thing that made sense, he ran. the giant or werewolf must have heard him because a few seconds later he could feel the ground shake and the werewolf howl as they followed in pursuit.

"Fooood" the giant called as it chased him.

Harry was desperate he knew he had no chance of losing the giant or werewolf, both of which would be faster than him, but he had to keep running. Dodging around trees he ran, stumbling over tree roots and rocks but he still kept his feet and kept running. A branch hit him in the face and he lost his glasses but still harry kept running barely able to make out what was ahead of him but the horror behind him was clear in his mind. if Harry had been able to see properly then maybe it could have been avoided but sadly he couldn't so what happened next was that young Harry James Potter ran straight off a small ledge and into a raging river.

He struggled desperately ton right himself, to reach the top and breath fresh air but the river kept pulling him under, flipping him, twisting him, banging him against rocks. Harry knew if he didn't do something soon then he would most likely drown sadly he had never been taught how to swim.

Thankfully it stopped as Harry found himself pushed onto a rock by the river "that...was...horrible" he coughed weakly trying to drag himself up the rock. harry just lay there for several minutes trying to regain his breath before once more getting up and looking around him.

He saw that he was in some sort of cave that stretched as far as the eye could see with glowing red runes in the walls. "Amazing" he whispered to himself as he got up to have a look at them. harry had never done Ancient runes and as such was understandably curious.

The runes were amazing but they did not look like the characters of any language Harry had heard of before, they looked just like squiggles and he could swear that the red light was moving somehow.

"I can't believe that someone took the time just to cover this cave in light runes" Harry murmured "I wonder where it leads." And with that he set off to explore the cave.

...

A figure watched the boy. It watched as he appeared in it's wood. It watched as the boy ran from the werewolf and it's master. It watched as the boy lost his glasses and fell into the river. It watched as the boy pulled himself out of the river and examined the runes, almost stupidly touching them. It watched as the boy walked off in the direction of the brothers.

The figure knew that the boy either had the worst luck or the best luck and soon that luck would bring him to the brothers. If the boy survived the meeting then maybe the figure and the boy would meet but it did not matter at the moment as the figure went hunting, it's prey the wolves.

...

Harry followed the cave for what felt like hours, the river rushing down at his side. He did not know why the runes were here or why someone had obviously made a walk way along the river but he was thankful for it. Harry was also thankful for the fact that he could see, he didn't know how and it took him a while to realise it but after he pulled himself out of the river he could see and his sight was getting better as the minutes passed.

Harry's inner thoughts were stopped when he saw a little ladder sticking out of the wall going down to an unknown area. Knowing that it probably went somewhere important he climbed down the ladder and found himself inside a huge dome. In the middle of the dome sat several trees and underneath the tree branches was a three story cabin. "Ok this is getting a little weird" Harry muttered to himself, nevertheless he slowly walked forward.

He didn't know why but as he walked forward the cabin reminded him of a tale he heard as a child. It was the tale of a little girl who one day got lost in the woods when she came upon a cabin. Trying the door she found it unlocked and saw three bowls of porridge on a table and no one in sight. Hungry for food the girl quickly tested each bowl of porridge before eating one. Next she went upstairs and after testing the beds fell asleep. The girl slept peacefully until she was woken up by three bears who killed her and had her for breakfast. "Aunt Petunia always told the sweetest stories" Harry thought sarcastically as he reached the door.

Knocking slightly on the door Harry waited. "Wish I had my wand" he mused waiting for a reply but sadly the door never opened.

Once more harry knocked on the door but yet again no one answered.

"Guess no one's home" he said aloud as he wondered what to do. He could have tried opening the door but memories of the story Aunt Petunia told him ran through his mind. He could leave but what if he ran into more creatures like the werewolf and the giant? Or he could stay but what if the owners weren't the nicest of people and killed him when they returned? After much debate Harry decided to sit down and wait for the owner to return, if he was lucky the owner would be nice. But deep in his heart Harry knew that he was never lucky.

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The figure watches it's prey it was unaware that it was being hunted but who could blame it no one in their right mind hunted a wolf, it was begging for death.

Moving carefully the figure crept closer, it knew the wolf would never hear it but creatures of the dark tended to have a sixth sense and as such it paid to be careful. Moving closer inch by inch the figure drew it's sword from the folds of it's cloak and prepared to strike. Images of the wolf's death, thoughts of being one step closer to it's revenge against the wolves and their master ran through the figures mind.

The figure brought it's sword forward decapitating the wolf. It did not have a silver blade like most who had anything to do with the wolves but the figure knew, just as most do, that decapitation will end most things such as the wolves.

Wiping the creatures blood of the blade with it's cloak the figure debated what to do next. It could go after the wolves but usually the death off one of the pack would put them on high alert and the figure did not risk death before it's revenge was complete. It had learned the hard way that claws of the wolf's were one of the things still able to hurt it.

Thought's of the boy ran through the figures mind, he was an interesting one. The boy was obviously not from The Wood and would not survive in it long without help and yet he was in the dead centre of The Wood. Not only that but the wolf and it's master were unable to catch him something that was hard even for the figure to do. Then the boy fell into the river, thrown into every rock in his path and emerging with not even a scratch. The boy was weak and pathetic now, this the figure knew, but what about in the future? What if the boy was taught how to survive? The brothers could teach the boy but the figure knew there was a chance they would not. It would have to manipulate things just enough that the brothers helped the boy and if it was lucky the boy would become a useful ally for the figure.

The figure moved a plan running through it's mind. It was a simple one but if it worked it would get the brothers to train the boy and it would get the boy curious about the figure making further contact with him easier.