Authors Note: This fan-fic is taking place in year 3

Harry's POV (note: POV means POINT OF VIEW)

I was walking through the forest with Ron and Hermione. We were laughing our heads of imagining Snape eating snake droppings in pink spotted underpants. All of a sudden Ron and Hermione froze and stared at me. Or so I thought. They were staring behind me of course. I slowly turned around, and came face to face with a strange boy. He looked about 13 and was wearing a ragged cyan shirt, and deep blue jeans. He looked overall pretty good but the one thing that was bothering me was this: He had glowing, white eyes. I took a step back carefully, not wanting to offend him, and he slowly looked away. "Who are you?" I asked. He slowly looked back and peered at me. It was as though he was peering into my very soul. "My name is Herobrine" He said after a while. "What is a muggle like you doing in the forest?!?" Ron asked. "What is a... Muggle?" "Where am I? Where is my home? How did I get here?" Hermione facepalmed herself. "Ron! He must have had his memory erased!" Hermione hissed. "No," Interjected Herobrine unexpectedly "I don't think so. I thought I was the only one who could do that." They all froze at this last sentence. So Herobrine was magical too? "Um, Herobrine... Do you suppose you could show us what you can do?" He teleported behind us. "Sure." He cast lightning from the skies, he entered our minds and made us think of a strange land made of blocks, he told us of his brothers. He told us how they abandoned him, and how badly he wanted revenge. Just then some guy dressed in yellow appeared. Herobrine teleported away. "Hey, I'm Sky, and I'm looking for a dangerous criminal, Herobrine." "But Herobrine told us about his brothers...?" I said. "Ah yes. But did he tell you about how after he died he killed everyone and everything in his path. He still is. I'd advise you to watch out." Said Sky. We started to walk back to the castle and tell Dumbledore.