Interlude
His head throbbed. He could feel a metallic taste in his mount and felt shivers on his skin and tried to catch himself when a rattling sound in his lung cut off his breathing. Blood. He was sure there was blood in his mount. After they had left the shop he tried to stay still on the ground, because he was in to much pain to move. When he realized sometime later that they where gone, he tried to grab for his wand but couldn't find it. His vision blacked out a few times when he tried to lift his head and search for his wand. A deep pain which must have come from an open wound on his head made him almost scream out. He couldn't scream. The only sound that came out was a croak. He still felt the man's hands on his throat, squeezed his hands so close that George was certain he was going to die. He wasn't sure if it would be bad now, to die when Fred has left him behind. Still there was something he regretted. He tried to remember what it was and remembered his mothers face. Something happened days ago but he couldn't find out what it was. Only saw the picture in his mind of his mother crying. The Memory vanished and he felt something slide down his neck. Right now he knew that something was running out of his ear and he tried to not think about what it was. What had happened? He felt so tired and tried to close his eyes. Black spots appeared when he felt something patting his face. Someone was shaking him. Voices. They were damp and he heard no sounds, but there were voices somewhere. For a second he had the terrible fear that they were back again, the man with a mask and another one, with black skin and black eyes. He was afraid to open his eyes. Through the black spots he made out Angelina's blurred face. Then there was nothing.