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Sirius gave a small sigh of content and leaned back into his chair, stuffed. Remus was doing the same while Mrs. Weasley washed the dishes in the kitchen. The house, at last, was quiet. The six teenagers that had finished their dinner early were currently upstairs, doing God knows what. Every once in a while, Sirius would hear a yell followed by running footsteps upstairs. He figured that the twins were causing trouble again.
There was a soft blue glow next to him, and he jumped. Remus and Sirius drew the wands immediately as the light intensified, making some sort of circle in the ground, blue electricity crackling around it. "What the hell is this?" Sirius asked as the light grew brighter. It eventually grew so bright that Sirius had to look away. As soon as the light dimmed and he felt it was okay to look at the thing without getting blinded, he glanced over at the source and let out a sharp gasp.
There was a person laying there, unmoving. Sirius couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, since the person's back was facing him and the person's golden hair was up in a braid that went up to the shoulders. The figure wore a red cloak with some kind of symbol -it seemed vaguely familiar, though- on the back. The person wore what seemed like black leather pants and black combat boots with red soles. There was a wink of something metallic, silver, perhaps, in the person's pocket. The person wore white gloves, which were a bit dirty.
Sirius frowned and looked at Remus, who still had his wand drawn. "What...was that?" He asked. Remus shook his head.
"I don't have the slightest clue," He admitted, "But what I really want to know is how this kid even got in. I mean, the security should be pretty tight. I think he may be conscious. Look, he's stirring." He said, nodding towards the person, who began to get up. The person turned around, and Sirius shifted uncomfortably.
It was a boy, perhaps 13 or 14, with handsome, yet serious, facial features, his golden blonde bangs framing his face. He had a long gash on his cheek, a cut under his eye, which must have been pretty deep since it was bleeding quite a bit, and several scrapes. Blood trickled from his mouth, and half of his faced was caked with dry blood. But the fact that a kid so young was so beat up wasn't causing him the extreme discomfort he currently felt. No, it was his eyes. They were the color of molten gold, and had quite a bit of intensity and fierceness in them. They were eyes that a child should never had. They were the eyes of someone who suffered a great amount of pain and witnessed many unpleasant things.
That's when Molly decided to walk in, her wand drawn. "What happened? What was all the ruckus abou- OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!" She cried upon seeing the boy. She stuffed her wand in her pocket and rushed over to him.
"Be careful, Molly, he could be dangerous," Sirius warned, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "We don't know what he's capable of. It'd be wise to keep your wand out."
"He's a child!" Cried Molly. "An injured one, too!" The boy tensed up and narrowed his eyes as she neared. But when she began fussing over his injuries, he apparently decided she wasn't a threat and relaxed. Just a bit, though. He eyed their wands wearily before speaking.
"Where the hell am I? Who are you people? Why are you pointing damn sticks at me?" Edward asked. He wasn't feeling too good. The cuts on his face stung, his head throbbed, his sore body ached all over, and he felt like he might vomit everywhere. He stumbled a bit, feeling quite dizzy, but regained his balance. "Jeez...travelling through the Gate never ends well, does it?" He muttered.
The strange people seemed to not understand him. The man with the long brown hair knit his eyebrows in confusion and spoke to the other guy, who shrugged and glanced at Ed. The guy walked out of the room and up the stairs, leaving only the woman who was currently fussing over Ed's cuts and the guy with the shaggy hair.
Edward felt his right arm, and confirmed that it was once again automail as soon as he felt the hard, firm surface from under his clothes. He looked down, frowning. He had his cloak, jacket, and gloves on, which was very strange since when he was at the Gate, he was wearing a torn up black tank-top. He finally decided that Truth must have been generous enough to help conceal Ed's automail. He wouldn't want the people here freaking out, after all. Everything was quiet until Ed spoke up again. "Edward. Call me Ed." He said, pointing at himself. The redheaded woman nodded slowly.
"Molly," She said, slowly, pointing at herself as well.
"Er...Sirius." The guy with the long hair said. Edward nodded, and the man from earlier returned. The woman, Molly, pointed to him.
"Remus." She said. Ed nodded.
"His name is Edward, but I think he wants us to call him Ed," Sirius said. "Have you contacted Dumbledore?" Remus nodded.
"Yes," Remus said, nodding. "What do we do about him?" He asked. Molly pursued her lips.
"We should-" There was a crack and a man suddenly appeared next to Remus. Dumbledore. He held a envelope in his hand. Edward jumped back in surprise. What the hell was that? Was that the magic that Truth talked about? Ed suddenly felt very tired, and his knees shook under him. He felt like he was gonna pass out.
No, He told himself, Don't pass out! Don't look weak in front of these people, dammit! Remus and the old dude talked for a bit. Remus told the man something, then nodding in understand, and the old geezer raised his stick and pointed it at him. The old dude said something and a small ball of light shot out from the tip and hit him in the head, and he collapsed.
The last thing he saw was Molly leaning over him, a worried expression on her face as she shook him, yelling something, before it all faded to black.
I know, I know. Cliché, cliché, cliché. I'm sorry ;-; Er, if you enjoyed the chapter or found any faults, please review!
