"You Can't Wake Up, This Is Not A Dream."

Chapter 3: Survival of Wits

The building had been reduced to nothing but ruble in a matter of seconds. Wires sparked in the ruble as the smoke slowly dispersed. Harry stood a fair distance from the pile of ruble with wide eyes, "Well. That was... traumatizing." But even he had seen things much more traumatic. To say he had a fairly normal childhood would just be lying.

He remembered to night he filled in a application for Hogwarts School of Science and Technology. He was excited to finally live the school experience he could never have. Elementary was just him lurking in the back as the children participated in whatever kids do.

Then middle school, climbing trees to avoid Dudley and his gang, making sure not to answer most question to make sure Dudley doesn't look dumb. The school they attended was full of idiots dumber than Dudley, believe it or not. He had to refrain from hitting some of the students there. Wouldn't you want to hit a person if they said, 'Madam, but physical fitness isn't important.'

Once you got a look at the kid, you would understand why he said it. He was as round as a ball, his cheeks so puffy, you would think he put two tennis balls in his mouth. Then highschool came, luckily Dudley wasn't able to experience such a moment.

According to teachers, he wasn't exactly the brightest. Petunia and Vernon had taken it to an extent that they almost bribed the principle. But that just landed them into more trouble. So in the end Dudley was just homeschooled, but that was until he accepted to a school that was three blocks away from Harry's.

You would think after Vernon or Petunia came to pick up Dudley, they'd swing by to pick Harry up as well, but apparently he was a waste fuel. So he had to walk back from home to school and vise versa for 15 minutes each. They say that him just going to school is enough for him.

'Suddenly you can go to school, have a bigger room. Now you want to waste our fuel too? Listen here you little shit. All you have now, is all you deserve. And that is saying something, as you don't deserve shit.' He recalled his uncle, Vernon, spit out as if talking to wet trash on a hot day. He was disgusted to even be in the same room with him.

He would make jabs toward his parents. Reminding him of how he had no parents. Telling him he deserved to die with them. All Harry did was keep quiet and listen. He knew the day of rueing would come soon. Humanity would be the first and last of it's kind to walk the earth. Humanity was going to get what was coming to them.

It was only a matter of time. We were all destined to die.

All the pain came rushing back; The broken ribs, the torn out fingernails, the shattered knee cap and the fresh cut from the fall. That was bound to get infected sooner or later. He looked around. Everywhere he looked trees (all but the ruble Infront of him). To the left? Trees. The right? Trees.

The back? A narrow path, with even more trees. The narrow path was not to be trusted, it wasn't everyday you would come across a clear path leading deeper into a forest.

He could always go back to the rubble. Live amongst the rocks. Eat gravel and cement...'Yeah, I'll take my chances with the animals.'

Harry took a step, that was all it took for his legs to give in, 'Is the floor getting closer or-' Then he blacked out. Of all the places he could have fainted, a forest, in the middle of the night was not the list. Sure there was a pub, a swimming pool, a zoo, heck, even a church.

Not to mention he couldn't survive even if his life depended on it (which it did). Seriously, he had only gone camping twice. The first time he was sent to the hospital after eating a poisonous berry. The other time, he abandoned the idea as soon as he saw a hornet nest.

Then again, he was only 14, he was 19 now damn it. He has been through way worse. If he could survive a kidnapping he can sure as hell survive a night in the woods. After a few minutes of darkness, he woke up. He slowly sat up groaning. His hand laying by his side while the other rubbed his temple in an attempt to null the pain. He looked around only to find himself deeper in the forest.

It couldn't have been an animal. If it was, he would have been face to face with his grandfather. (He was a real piece of work). Which meant, he must have rolled down further into the forest when he blacked out. 'Well, Shit.' Nothing changed. He had an introspection on his life. He was now stuck, with little to no chances of surviving due to his damaged body. That's just cruel.

Harry sat on the ground, his hands on his lap, contemplating life. So far, it's been hell. With no way out of the forest...Actually he could walk around and look for an exit, but that was too much of a hassle. But, it's either that or getting eaten..."I wonder what I taste like." Damian mumbled as he looked at his forearm with interest.

He was sure he tasted good enough, the animals were gonna eat good tonight huh?

His feet still hurt, his ribs kept poking at his ribs , and his back was stiff as fuck. There was no way he could survive for that long. A low growl was heard. It was either the suspicious pair of eyes staring at him from the bushes, or his empty stomach. He had a feeling it was both. There was no common sense, no adrenaline rush kicking in.

Harry just stared at it, and it stared right back. This was going on for 5 minutes before it made movement. It slowly crept out of the bushes only to reveal a wolf.

A really ugly one.