Author's Note: Just a note that I reedited the first chapter and that is why it is updated I couldn't go on with the rest of the story because I kept cringing at the first chapter! But I promise that now I will start writing weekly -.- Yes it has been a while, but I've been immensely busy with school, but now it's slowing down a bit.

Dislaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books written by J.K Rowling.

SMACK!

"Ow!" Godric yelped in pain while he rubbed his red cheek. "What was that for!"

Rowena glared icily at him, "Salazar is sick and you bring nothing back for him and you still have the nerve to ask if there is any alcohol left?"

"It's cold…" Godric muttered to himself.

"That's a pathetic excuse," Rowena said and for once Godric silently agreed that it did sound pathetic.

"Sorry okay," Godric started off then he forced himself to say, "Is he-ermm- okay?"

Rowena's eyes softened slightly and Godric sighed in relief. The worst was over. "His condition is about the same, but I don't think it'll be too bad. The herbs would've helped though…"

"Well why don't we go back to see him!" Godric said hastily to prevent Rowena from giving him another long diatribe.

"Yeah okay."

They went into the back room to find Salazar sitting in a bed while eating something that looked like watery oatmeal. Helga sat up from beside the bed and walked toward them.

"Salazar refused to let me feed him," she mumbled dejectedly to them. Godric tried to stifle snorting in humor, but as usual was unsuccessful. Salazar scowled at them (Godric specifically).

"I'm not dying or incapable of supporting myself!"

"Exactly! He doesn't need help!" Godric said and Rowena shot another glare at him to shut him up.

Salazar watched the exchange his thin lips twitched into a smile, "It's only a small cold. It'll go away."

Rowena eyes softened once again. Godric suddenly had a suspicion that she was bi-polar. "I know, but I don't want to lose any of you. You are all I have left," she hung her head down to prevent anyone from seeing her expression.

Helga immediately hugged the older girl. "Oh Rowena, don't worry! You know such a small cold would never separate us."

Godric smiled at Rowena and awkwardly patted her back. The four of them have been traveling together for a year now. Godric and Helga were the first to know one another. Then Rowena was added to the group and last was Salazar.

Helga turned to Godric, "We were worried about you, you know? Rowena was debating whether to go out and search for you. How did you make it through the snowstorm anyway?

Godric recalled and the boy in the hut. Excitedly, Godric recalled the story to them.

"I could tell the boy was powerful. You can feel the power radiating off of him!" Godric explained.

Salazar raised an eyebrow, "Really? How old was the boy?"

"I dunno, maybe around five?"

Rowena looked at him with calculating eyes, "You never really pay attention to other magical children. Why this one?"

"I could sense he was different. Even his scar was filled with dark magic! It was slightly unnerving for such a young boy to have been touched by dark magic."

"Also," Godric continued, "he seemed like such a mystery. I mean, come on, it isn't everyday you find a magical kid abandoned in the snow on the verge of death who has been touched by dark magic."

"Well," Helga said slowly, "I suppose that we will have to pay him another visit. You told her you knew some herbs that will do the trick. We can get some herbs for Salazar as well as some for the young boy. Poor Salazar, he really needs it."

"I'm not dying!" Salazar snapped with an annoyed expression. Salazar shut his mouth when Rowena sent him a glare and Godric just snickered.

Harry's eyes flickered open slowly and all he saw was a blur. He recognized a woman sitting beside him and she dabbed his forehead with a wet rag.

"You were out for a couple of days," she said is a warm voice, "Here drink this."

Harry felt the rim of a cold tin cup touch his lips and he parted his mouth so that he could drink the water. The water felt soothing as it traveled down his dry throat and Harry licked his chapped lips in content once he drained the cup. He could see the woman smiling above him and she lowered his head back down on the stiff pillow.

"Where are my glasses?"

The woman frowned, "Glasses?"

"Yeah, so I can see. Did they fall off or something?" Harry bit his lip in nervousness. The Dursley's would punish him once they find out he lost his glasses!

The woman picked up the round spectacles. "Do you mean these?"

"Yeah, thanks," Harry said while positioning his glasses on his face again. Everything came into focus. Harry observed the lady before him. Her hair was tinted with strands of gray and was pulled back into a tight bun. Her hands face looked stern and strict, but Harry noticed her warm concerned gray eyes. She did not have any make-up on unlike Aunt Petunia and she was garbed in a light blue simple dressed. In addition, she wore a warm gray shawl.

The lady broke the silence, "What is your name child?"

Should I tell a stranger my name? Harry considered this for a couple seconds. "Harry. Harry Potter." After all, his parents were dead and he had no other relatives with the last name Potter so what was the harm?

"Ah Harry, where are your parents?"

"They're dead," Harry said and the lady's eyes widened considerably, "I live with my uncle and aunt."

"They must be so worried about you! Where do they live?"

"Private Drive in Little Winging."

"Little Winging?" the lady frowned, "This is Little Winging…. I've never seen you before though. What are you uncle and aunt's names?"

Harry frowned, "Oh. Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley."

The lady considered for a minute, but then shook her head, "I'm surprised I don't know them even though this town is so small."

"They don't talk with many of the other neighbors," Harry frowned, "And nobody except for really knows about me."

The lady nodded, but she looked troubled, "Excuse for my rudeness, my name is Adeline Frener. Ms. Frener will do."

"Thank you Ms. Frener," Harry smiled shyly, "But how did I get here?"

Ms. Frener explained, "You were lying in the snow and unconscious. Did you get stuck in the storm while going outside?"

"Storm?" Harry muttered. The memories of what happened rushed to his mind and his hands trembled.

"Harry, dear, are you alright?"

But Harry didn't seem to hear her. What had happened to him? It was as if he teleported to a new place entirely!

"Harry!" Harry turned his head when Ms. Frener yelled his name.

"Are you feeling alright? I've been trying to call you for the past minute."

Harry sucked in a breath, "Yeah, I'm fine Ms. Frener. How long have I been unconscious?"

"About three days," she said quietly.

Harry felt petrified. Three days! The Dursley's will surely kill him for disappearing for three days! Harry felt ashamed when he felt his eyes moisten in fear. He sniffled slightly and turned away from Ms. Frener as he quickly wiped his tears away.

Harry felt Ms. Frener rub his back soothingly as she said, "It's okay we will find your relatives. They must be close-by if they are from here. You don't have to worry."

As soon as Harry's tears stopped he flushed in embarrassment. Harry always hated to be pitied, but he wasn't uncommon to receiving looks of pity. The teachers pitied him when they saw his big clothes, the students pitied him, Ms. Figg pitied him, and now Ms. Frener pitied him. But none of them did anything. All of them just seemed to ignore him.

Harry started to shiver slightly when he felt the cold air hit his skin and Ms. Frener quickly sat up while saying, "Ah, I should get you more blankets. I cannot wait until December ends and the temperature starts to rise."

"Don't you mean June?" Harry said confusedly.

Ms. Frener looked started but then said, "You must be confused boy. It's December. December 11."

Harry's eyes widened and Ms. Frener was startled by Harry's brilliant green eyes. "D-d-december 11?" Isn't it June? Harry thought frantically.

Harry felt a cold as he stuttered, "Wh-what's the year?" He didn't know why he asked. There was not way…

Ms. Frener looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Why it's 885."

Harry stared. He blinked once. Then-

"Are you bloody kidding me?"

"Harry!" Ms. Frener scolded, appalled by his profanity.

"I'm sorry, I'm just- just…." Harry could barely speak. Tears sprang to his eyes again and this time he didn't try to hide them. He was more than 1000 years in the past! This was not possible!

"I-I think I need a breath of fresh air," Harry quickly jumped out of the bed. His instantly froze when his skin met the chilling air. If he were indeed in the year of 885 then there would be no heaters.

Harry felt slightly dizzy and he felt Ms. Frener force him back into the bed.

"Do not sit up yet, you are recovering," she told him forcefully. She sat up to prepare some tea for him. "Why were you so surprised of the year?" she asked suspiciously.

"No reason," Harry mumbled while rubbing his arms as if the act would calm him down. He felt his lip tremble and Ms. Frener frantically tried to think of a question that would distract him from crying. She never owned any children of her own and was desperate to cheer-up this child.

"Umm- So how old are you?"

"Eight," Harry said even though he was still in a dazed state.

"Eight?" Ms. Frener said and she observed his small frame and his bony arms and knees.

"Did you relatives treat you well Harry?" Ms. Frener asked carefully.

Harry nodded quickly. He didn't want the Dursleys to get into trouble, he was always a burden to them anyways.

"Harry," Ms. Frener considered her words carefully, "you can tell me anything alright? Nothing's going to happen to you."

Harry bit his lip and nodded again. When Ms. Frener saw that he wasn't going to respond, she went back to making some tea. Harry lay back in bed and sighed as the warmth enveloped his body once again. Tentatively, he touched his scar; unaware of the dark magic behind it and the dangers he will face in the future because of it.