Forgot to legally cover my ass the first time I posted this chapter, so here goes.

Disclaimer: Harry potter is owned by J. K. Rowling, I'm just taking a shit on it. Though I do take full responsibility for the very badly written OC.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Scatter not my sorrows...

There is an endless expanse before my eyes.

In all directions, there was only the sky, the sea, and the point where they met.

Standing atop the water, the waves gently bob my body, up and down, up and down.

There is nothing besides blue. The blue of the ocean. The blue of the sky. All melding into one all enveloping terror.

Should I swim? Or should I sink? I did not know which terrified me most

There was no choice left, as my body fell to the abyss, darkness claiming me.

Nathan woke up disoriented, his eyelids slowly opening, feeling like they were being weighed down. He had to lay in his bed for some time, just to reorient himself.

After making sure he was feeling better, he got up to head to the bathroom, being in dire need to relieve himself. After using the toilet, he went to the sink to wash his hands, but his reflection in the mirror made him stop short.

Nathan looked at his face, pale complexion with unruly brown, almost black hair. Green eyes with a ring of blue close to the pupil stared straight back.

What is wrong with my face? There was something strange, but he couldn't point it out. His eyes did look tired though. Giving up on looking at his horrid visage, he simply went on with his morning.

He stood frozen on the doorway for some moments, confused, before his feet took him back to his bed. He sat heavily on it, gazing around dazedly, before his eyes landed on his bedside table. There was a calendar, marked on the day Nov 27, a friday.

An odd piece of paper stuck out from one part. He picked it up, turning some pages, before landing on what looked like a time table. The words potions, history of magic, and charms were written below the friday slot.

As if the words were a key to an engine, part of his body rebooted, and he stood almost automatically, grabbing the things needed for his day. He opened the trunk besides his bed, grabbing the b. The action revealed two items hidden beneath. A book titled 'The setting sun.' And a pocket watch, with a strange carving of a dragon in the middle of two geometrical shapes.

Nathan opened the watch, seeing that it was working. He watched, transfixed, as the hand of the second slowly moved, until another minute had arrived.

Breaking out of the trance, his gaze moved to the inside of the lid. Strange, faded marks were engraved, but it was impossible to read. Somehow, he felt he knew what was written, but couldn't remember.

Suddenly, a dull ache came to his head, and his ears started ringing. His free hand came up to hold his head, in hopes of easing the pain.

The sound of curtains being pulled caught his attention. He turned to see a boy with messy hair getting out of his bed, and reaching for his glasses. Nathan rose from his crouch, and greeted him cordially, as he pocketed the watch.

He grabbed his bag and went for the exit, before pausing. He was forgetting something. His gaze travelled back to his bed, and he slowly approached it. Raising his pillow, he saw something nestled in the nook between the bed and the wood. My wand! He reached for it, but stopped short, hesitating to continue the motion.

Slowly he picked it up, bringing it close to his eyes and inspecting it. It was a blueish ash-gray color, its form being mostly irregular. There were some dents and cracks along it, like scars running through skin.

At its end, a small thin and narrow piece of cloth hung from a broken circle, seeming like the pommel of a sword. The cloth moved and shimmered, its gradient of dark blue to the color of the sky, beautiful and eye-catching.

"Is there something wrong with your wand?"

The question broke him out of his trance, and he hastily turned to acknowledge the bespectacled boy talking to him. "Oh, um, no. There's nothing wrong." The boy nodded and turned back to his things. Nathan shoved the wand into his pocket, and quickly went downstairs.

He stopped in shock, looking around at the red room. He had no clue why it would be decorated like this. Gryffindor. His brain supplied. He simply accepted it and carried on. There was only a boy furiously writing on a piece of paper, and a girl with curly hair reading a book on the sofa by the fireplace. He passed them without notice.

His feet kept guiding him, descending the steps that never seemed to end. He rubbed his aching head, hoping some coffee would help. He held onto the silver lining that was the empty hallways.

Reaching the hall, he went to sit, but stopped when his gaze fell at the four tables. Which one? Looking at the banner above them, his gaze settled on the red one. The answer clicked in place and he sat down by the end of it.

With not much of an appetite, he got a toast and some eggs on his plate, and started looking for the coffee. He only found water, tea, and a strange orange juice. He settled for the tea.

He ate his breakfast slowly, trying to keep it in his stomach. He couldn't eat much during mornings, but there was this strange feeling making him queasier than normal, and also a little lethargic.

After finishing his breakfast, he got up to find some quiet place to hole up before the first class. As he was walking out of the hall, he saw the curly haired girl from before entering, this time alongside one of the boys of his dorm. She noticed him, and wished him a good morning with a nice smile. His answering smile wasn't as warm as hers, but he did try.

He walked out with his stomach churning and his head still aching.

Sitting in the back of the class, Nathan was doing everything in his power to not fall asleep. History wasn't that interesting to him, and the 'professor' made it all the worse. The steadily building headache also didn't help.

He read the textbook absentmindedly, not absorbing a single iota of the knowledge. It was probably why he didn't remember any of the information in the book.

But he could remember the wasted hours in this classroom. Silver lining and all of that.

He closed the book and leaned over the table, rubbing his tired eyes. The day was already shaping up to be great!

Charms class proved to be better than history. It did start with theory, but the professor did say they were going to practice the spell in the second half of class. So Nathan forced himself to not start doodling in his book.

Flitwick reviewed the spell he had taught in the last class, while linking the similarities to the one he would be teaching that day. Nathan only had a vague recollection of what the small professor was talking about.

That did bring some anxiety to him, even more so when the time to try out the spell came. It took longer than most of the class, but he was able to cast it successfully by the end. His mind might have not been paying attention, but his body clearly knew what to do. Another silver lining to add to his list.

He went to the great hall for lunch with a strange feeling growing in his chest.

The potions book wasn't in his bag. Nathan hurried up the steps of the grand staircase, not wanting to be late for that particular class.

It was by sheer luck he noticed the missing textbook. He was rummaging through his bag during lunch, just checking if everything was there. He counted one book less than the amount of classes he had that day, and promptly checked the schedule.

He had to stop his meal short, so he would have time to check if the book was in his dorm. He didn't remember it being in the bag, so he couldn't have lost it somewhere.

But his brain clearly wasn't working that well today, so he couldn't be sure.

Finishing his climb, he came face to face with a portrait. What!? Where's the door? I'm in the right place! He kept looking around, but there were only more paintings on the wall.

"Password, dearie!" The impatient voice startled him, his head whipping back to the portrait in front of him. The portrait with a woman looking very annoyed at him.

After some moments, what she said clicked in his brain, and he thought furiously to find the right pass. How the hell did I forget it!? This is the one thing you don't forget!

He started rummaging through his bag, trying to find a note with the correct word, even if he knew such an item didn't exist.

"Balderdash." Nathan's head came out of his bag, looking at the tall boy by his side.

"Sometimes I forget it too. Now I will keep a note with me, just in case." The boy said somewhat awkwardly, shily looking at him.

"Thanks for the help!" Nathan said while offering a smile, going ahead of the boy and going to the dorm.

He found the book inside his trunk. Before going back out, he wrote the password in a piece of parchment, and stuck it deep into his pocket. He just hoped his pronunciation would be correct. He had no idea how to write that word.

Potions class was even worse than History.

Class had started with the 'professor' simply putting the name of a potion on the board, and telling them to begin. It took Nathan more time than it should to find the right page in his textbook, but that was because of his bafflement that this guy was an actual teacher.

The instructions were simple enough, if not very demanding about precision, but he felt he could do it. There weren't many ingredients required, as the potion relied more on timing. After memorizing the list, he went to grab the necessary ingredients.

He went to where the other students were, and tried to find the additives. He grabbed what the others got, and went back to his table.

Where he couldn't remember what each ingredient was.

On pure instinct he completed the potion, following the instructions as best he could. The color was right, but the shade was wrong. Or so the 'professor' had told him with a very ugly sneer. He left the classroom quickly, the fact classes had ended for the day bringing little relief to him.

It was a silver lining, he guessed.

He went to dinner, that same feeling from earlier in the day still growing in the pit of his stomach.

Nathan sat in the great hall, by the end of the table, slowly eating his dinner. One of his hands tried in vain to massage his head, in hopes of making the horrible headache go away.

The loud students talking only made the pain worse, so he ate as quickly as he could with his queasy stomach. At least he could just go up to his dorm after this and fall like a rock to his bed. Thankfully the professors had assigned no homework, other than the potions 'professor'. Silver lining. The mocking thought flitted through his mind.

At this point, he had looked for so many silver linings during the day, that he could just bundle them up into a ball, and shove it down his throat so he could choke on it.

He really wasn't in a good mood.

To distract himself, he started looking at the details of the hall. The enchanted ceiling. The stone work of the wall. The banners hanging high.

His gaze kept flicking to the students wearing the different uniforms that stood out both in color and design, blues and reds amidst the sea of black.

He had seen some of these people in the halls, when he was walking between the classes. But he couldn't remember why they were wearing those different uniforms. They spoke different languages, so he guessed they were exchange students. Why there were so many of them, he didn't know.

His stomach churned with the uneasy feeling, cutting his wonderings short, and he decided he was done with dinner. Nathan stood up, intent on taking a walk around, hoping some fresh air would help with his headache.

Outside of the hall, a harsh blue light made his head hurt even more. Turning, he saw through squinted eyes, a big intricate trophy, emanating its own light. "How the hell did I not notice you before?" He asked out loud, still glaring at the offending cup.

Fire raising the temperature to a boiling heat. Powerful blasts of wind. A boy flying through the air, a dragon behind him.

The memory assaulted him suddenly, and he leaned on a wall to not fall. Triwizard tournament. His mind supplied, and he noticed it sounded like a distorted whisper.

Nathan started walking in panic. A stroll became a jog that became a desperate run. The feeling in his chest reached a crescendo, his heart beating loudly as his mind raced along his body.

He had been ignoring his lapses in memory up until now, 'rationalizing' them. Forgot which was his house's table? He was still disoriented from his bad sleep. Didn't remember the goblin revolutions? That was a given. Who would even listen to that ghost anyway?

Reaching the grounds outside, he had to stop when his lungs started burning, forcing him to brace on his knees. It didn't stop his mind from running at mach speed.

The rationalizing of the situation started feeling more like excuses, like he was trying to fool himself. He did think it was nothing worrying at the beginning, but it was clearly not the case.

This was serious now.

Did something happen and he forgot? Did he bang his head? Was he attacked? Did he simply wake up like this? Why did he remember some things but not others?

He was completely panicked now, his pacing, that had started without him noticing, so furious he was sure there would be a trench by his feet if he looked down.

Immense pain suddenly filled his head. His vision flared white, and there was a pressure in his ears, along with a high pitched ringing.

When he came back to his senses he was on his knees, hunched over on the ground, hands clawing at his head. He raised his head, and almost threw up. His vision was slow and distorted, the shapes making a trail when his head moved. Like his pupils had not dilated properly. There was a strange coldness near his nose. His finger that touched the area came away with blood.

Nathan got up on shaky legs. His vision was still grainy, and there was still a faint ringing in his ears. Feeling thoroughly exhausted, he decided to go to bed, and deal with all of this tomorrow, or else he feared his head would explode.

He unsteadily dragged himself back to the dorms, cursing the stairs all the while.

Not in the mood for anything other than sleep, he quickly prepared himself for bed, thankful none of his roommates were in the dorm.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he passed out.