Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Even with my eyes closed I could tell it was bright. Very bright. I could hear two people murmuring a little bit away. I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again. Yes, it was indeed blinding. I tried to pick myself up, but my body felt like lead. I decided to just open my eyes and deal with it. Maybe I'd tell someone to turn the light off. When I opened my eyes, I tried to turn my head because the light was right there, but I couldn't I tried speaking. Nope. Apparently I'm a mute now. I couldn't do shit! But I really needed this light to go out soon because my retinas were burning even with my frequent blinks. The two people who were talking walked over. One was a rather attractive woman, and the other (also pretty good looking) was a man with an amazing beard. Sorry, but I love goatees.
"Fredrick Gideon Weasley," said the man with the beard, " I regret to inform you that you are dead."