look me in the eyes and burn

Chapter 1 - I am here

A/N: Just so you don't get confused, the underlined parts should be crossed out. Unfortunately, this option is not available on Wattpad, so this will have to do.

A fresh breeze brushed through his hair and filled his lungs with much needed air. Every now and then the distant rumble of a car driving by disturbed the almost eery silence that has descended on the alleyway; moon, stars and misty streetlamps shone brightly in the dark night sky.

Then, suddenly, an all but noticed tensing was the only indication that the formerly unconscious boy had regained his consciousness.

His body ached everywhere — nothing new and nothing he hadn't expected, but the clear and fresh air he breathed, coupled with the noises around him, was anything but expected. He could not remember the last time he could breath so easily. Or a time where everything was so silent — not the dead silence that followed an explosion or settled down on an abandoned battlefield, but the silence that was just peaceful; calm and gentle and relaxing and brought a sense of normalcy.

Normalcy...

That's not something he's had in a long, long time.

There was always something happening; and every time he thought he'd regain a bit of normalcy something happened to make his whole world turn on its axes.

So the moment the peaceful silence registered in his brain, he was on high alert.

Something was wrong.

Of that he was sure.

Still having his eyes closed and breathing even — giving the image of being unconscious to any outsider — he let his magic course through his body and spread out around him.

Two; his magic told him.

There were two beings in close vicinity and neither of them had active magic. The little magic both of them had was almost non existent and dormant — they were squibs.

But those were the only ones near him, and he didn't deem them dangerous. Even if they were — two were nothing.

He called his magic back to him and let it surround him. His magic twirled around his arms and chest and just everywhere, leaving him in its secure and familiar embrace.

Only then did 'Harry' open his eyes. He looked around and took in his surroundings.

He was confused.

He was in an alleyway, complete with functioning lamps and asphalt. About four feet away from him laid a whimpering lump with no visible injury and definitely not dead; but that was not his concern right now.

He was in an alleyway.

An alleyway.

A intact and kind of familiar alleyway with no destruction in sight and a peaceful atmosphere.

The boy couldn't remember exactly when or where he'd seen this before but he knew he had. A rather long time ago.

So how?!

How the hell did he get here?!

And more importantly, is this really what he thinks it is?!

Well, he sighed and run a hand through his abnormally short hair, there was just one way to find out. With that he gracefully stood up, ignoring the agony his body was in, and cautiously made his way over to the lump.

His hands were empty, but ready to strike in a moments notice should the need arise; which he didn't think it would, but it was drilled into his body and memory — into his very being.