This is a very short chapter, it's kind of a teaser. Hope you like it!
My eyes slowly flickered open. There was a muggle IV in my left arm, bandages rapped all around my chest, and a black blanket draped over my upper torso.
My memory was fuzzy. I remembered the boy countering my attack, an explosion- and then nothing. How could I have survived that? Yet here I was.
I raised my right arm to massage my temples- and encountered something different. Hair.
My arm fell as the door burst open. A boy strode in. There was something familiar about him, but what?
His green eyes flashed dangerously through clean glasses, hair sticking up in every direction, perfect flesh marred by a strange scar on his right temple. Who was he?
His lips drew into a smirk, one full of malice. He crossed the small room in long, catlike strides until he reached my bedside.
Panic erupted in my gut, a feeling that I had to subdue. He seized me by my shirt collar and pulled me into an upright position. My aching body protested.
"Good morning, Riddle" he sneered. "Remember me?"
