Everlasting Sandstorm... at Hogwarts

1. That Eyebrowless Boy That Fell From the Sky

Oh yeah I forgot to say that this takes place during the Goblet of Fire, Harry's 4th...? year I think. I haven't read Harry Potter for a while. Enjoy! (I won't be putting who's POV it is so you'll guess haha, troublesome)

Dumbledore thought he experienced plenty of strange things happen in his life, he just realized he hasn't when what looked like a figure fell from the clear blue sky, on to the ground. Dumbledore could do nothing as he saw the poor boy fall, however, a small platform of what looked like sand...? formed and caught the boy. He would've thought it was from a broomstick if he hadn't fallen from higher than brooms could go.

Dumbledore wondered how the sand had caught the boy for he was unconscious and didn't look like he was holding a wand. He was lost in his thoughts as he watched the sand platform put the boy down on the grass outside the castle. Albus just realized, he should probably help whoever this was. He sighed, wished someone else had seen it and gone there so Albus wouldn't have needed to go down from the castle himself.

Albus watched as the sand slowly disappeared. He walked out of the empty classroom he was in and onto the halls. Who knew Harry Potter would be standing outside the door. "Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, "What were you staring at?"

"That boy just fell from nowhere," Dumbledore sighed and gestured towards the limp body of the mysterious person.

Harry leaned over to the window and yes, there was an unconscious person lying on the grass. "He isn't wearing the uniform, you don't think he's a muggle?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps..." was the response he received. "Well, can you get Poppy over here? She would probably want to see if he was injured." Harry took a few moments to register that the headmaster was referring to Madam Pomfrey and then nodded and walked away. 

The-boy-who-lived walked down the empty halls of Hogwarts, it was only the second day of his fourth year at the school. The occasional painting would appear and Harry would ignore them, and they would ignore him. Funny how the second day of school would be a Saturday and no classes. Most of the school was probably in their dormitories, outside near the more populated areas, or in their common rooms studying. 

Finally, he reached the Hospital Wing and told Madam Pomfrey what had happened. She had told some people to bring the boy in.

And they did.

Sorry for the short chapter, I didn't know how to elaborate on the topic of this chapter. I'm already starting on the next one. Please leave a comment. Constructive criticism only please! Or else I will sand coffin and sand burial you!

-Author