A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this plot bunny, if you have any suggestions, let me know.

Her everything ached. That was the first thing she noticed. Her back spasmed slightly causing her to wince. She was laying on her back. Slowly she moved her arm, making sure it still worked. Her fingers curled against her palm. She did the same with the other arm, the other hand.

She tried wiggling her toes, but didn't feel anything. She frowned taking a deep breath before opening her eyes. The room was dark, too dark. There were no windows, no faint glimmers of light. Using her hands she pushed herself into a sitting position. The floor was cold, almost damp, and felt like stone or maybe concrete. Her back screamed in pain as she moved. Ignoring it, she continued until she was sitting.

She felt behind her, looking for a wall she could lean against. All she found was air. She slowly leaned forward, managing to bring her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arm around them. She waited a minute to see if the pain would subside, but it didn't. She reached down touching her ankles, her feet. They were bare. She frowned. She should be able to feel the floor with her feet. She felt nothing.

She unwrapped her arms from her legs, tried pushing up against the floor again, this time, bringing her legs beneath her. She could move her legs, her knees, but still her toes didn't respond. Planting her feet against the floor, she still couldn't feel anything touching the bottoms of her feet. She pushed herself up until she was standing. She knew walking like this was not a good idea, what if she stepped on something, she wouldn't feel it, but if she just stood here, would she get out of this place? She took a small step, her legs supported her.

Nodding she took small step after small step, pausing to check her feet for debris. Her hands found a wall, she smiled. A wall was a good sign, a step in a direction. The wall was uneven, stone possibly? Like the floor it was cold and damp. She made her way along the wall, still stopping to check her unfeeling feet every few steps. She had nearly given up on finding anything when her fingers touched something that didn't feel like stone.

Carefully, she explored it with her fingertips. It was colder than the wall, like metal. A latch? She followed the thin metal bar, until she could feel a raise ridge going up and down to the floor. She knew she had found the door. Now if she could figure out how to open it. If it was locked from the other side, there was nothing she could do. Hoping beyond hope the door was unlocked she moved her hand down the ridge until she hit the doorknob.

She had to keep herself from smiling. It could be locked. She reminded herself of this fact. She grasped the knob tightly, feeling the cold metal against her palm. It was a round knob with a design engraved into it. She twisted it tightly blinking in shock as she heard a click and the door swung open. She stumbled blinded by the sudden brightness. She thought she heard someone approaching her. Her head was starting to spin, it was so bright. How long had she been in the dark? Strong hands grabbed her as she fell.

"I've got you now, just hang on, alright?" She didn't know the voice, but it sounded kind enough. Her eyes closed tightly, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" the voice was asking. She shook her head, she didn't know where here was, she wasn't even sure who she was at the moment.

"Do you recognize her?"

"No, I don't think so. Who is she?"

"We don't know. We found her in the ruins, in one of the sub-basements."

"How long has she been down there?"

"We don't know that either. Maybe if we knew who she is, we'd know how long she's been missing."

"You do realize she's awake?" She heard people coming her direction.

"Hello, how are you feeling?" the kind voice asked. She recognized it as the one who had rescued her.

"I..." Her voice scratched her throat. Someone handed her a cup of water. She took a sip wondering when the last time she'd had something to drink was.

"Where?"

"Where are you?" She nodded not quite trusting her voice yet.

"St. Mungo's. It's a hospital." She nodded. She knew what St. Mungo's was. She blinked. She realized they didn't realize she was a witch!

"I know," she rasped taking another drink of water. Her throat felt raw, as if she'd been screaming for a long time. Maybe she had been. She didn't remember.

"Oh, good. Do you remember what happened? Maybe your name?"

"I...I don't think I have one," she whispered. She racked her brain, she remembered waking up, remembered the pain. Before that, a hazy, voices, sounds, a face. She blinked trying to remember the face. Dark hair. She couldn't tell if it was a man or woman.

"It's okay if you don't remember. Do you remember anything at all?"

"I woke up, it was dark. I sat up, I couldn't feel my toes, my feet." She blinked and tried wiggling her toes again. This time she felt fabric. Her feet were covered with a blanket.

"There was some trauma to your feet, some nerve damage. Do you remember how that happened?"

"No. I don't remember anything except waking up in the dark, I found the door. It was unlocked. I fell, a voice, then nothing. Where was I?"

"In a sub-basement of a destroyed manor house. We were there searching for anything that wasn't destroyed. We found you. Do you know how you got into the basement?"

"No. I already told you everything," she screamed, ignoring the pain in her throat.

"Stop, you've upset her." She felt someone hand her something.

"Drink." She obeyed wondering if it was a good idea. Suddenly her eyelids felt heavy and she gave into sleep.