Disclaimer: The very fact that this is fanfiction should convey this, but I do not in any way own Harry Potter.
Spirit of the woods
By Untamed of Wildwind
"Where is your nephew?" the furious old man shouted.
"We got rid of that freakish kid almost two years ago" the almost equally angry, and much fatter, man shouted back.
The neighbours looked at the pair oddly. Then again, it isn't everyday that an old man dressed in a purple robe appears to start a shouting match with one of the more wealthy men in the community.
The old man was called Albus Dumbledore, and he was the headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The wealthy one was Vernon Dursley, who worked at Grunnings Drills.
By now you've probably figured out what this is all about… the young Harry Potter.
Due to the Dursleys leaving him in the forest, only three years of age, the blood wards protecting the residence of the Dursleys had eventually collapsed.
"You idiots! Don't you even realize what you've done!" the Headmaster exclaimed. "Harry's missing! The blood wards keeping him, and you, I may add, have failed!"
Then an older woman, dressed in a red robe, appeared by the Headmaster.
"Albus" she began.
"What is it?" he asked her, trying to calm himself.
"The tracing spells won't work. I'm afraid… he just might be dead."
After all, a three year old couldn't survive all by himself in a forest for two years…
Or could he?
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And by the way, before anyone asks; I'm going to keep writing "Of magic and minds". I've just don't know what to do with it right now…