Disclaimer - Everything you recognize belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling.

A/N - Alright. This is probably going to be a fairly short fic. The over all feeling of the fic is going to be fairly sad, but there will be some happy moments. I have two endings for this fic planned out in my mind, and I might just post both of them. I still plan on updating Bonded By Sight and A Girl and Her Wolf, so if you read those, no worries. :)

Enjoy the prologue.


Prologue -

"How are you feeling today, Mr. Potter"

"It's still the same. It's not that I'm really in pain. It's just that..."

"Just that?"

"Well...I still feel like something is missing. Something isn't right, but I couldn't tell you what. Right here...in my chest. I can feel it. Something isn't right, and there are times when I can't breath. It almost feels like..."

"Mr. Potter?"

"Hmm? Oh...I'm sorry. I just got lost in my lost in my thoughts for a moment."

"...Mr. Potter if you don't mind I would like to run a few more tests later, but I'm afraid the only thing I can do for you right now is give you a sleeping draught."

"More tests? Well...if you think it will help. I thought we've already went through all of the tests."

"Mhmm...I have a few personal tests that might be able to clear some things up. Here is your sleeping draught."

"Another one?"

"Yes son. You need your rest."

"I've been here for three weeks. When will I be able to leave?"

"Hopefully..soon. Now drink your draught."


A/N - Yes, yes...I know it's short. Keep in mind it is a prologue. Also, the whole story will not be done in dialogue. That was just for the prologue.