There was silence at first. Wind shook the leaves in the trees surrounding this open section in the middle of nowhere. It had rained, recently, and light tapping of water dripping onto whatever surface it touched echoed in the lonely woods.
A gathering of wildlife stood still, nibbling at freshly sprouted grass. It was peaceful.
And then, suddenly, with a loud bang and crash, it wasn't. The wildlife scattered as a woman fell out of thin air, violently hitting a few branches on her way down with a sickening crack. She lay in a heap on the damp earth, not moving a muscle.
She let out a guttural cry and a gasp of breath, woke for a moment and then fainted once again. It must of been the pain that knocked her unconsious. She wouldn't of noticed, nor cared, when a large figure slowly crept from the shadows of the tall trees; the large figure who scooped her up and carried her off to who-knows-where.
The smell of something burning and the crackle of a fireplace woke the woman gently. She weakly sat up from what was an itchy bed, and carefully pushed off the heavy...coat?...off her trembling body.
She was confused. Where was she? Who was she?
She saw out of the corner of her eye something big move. She yelped out of shock at the large man. She had never seen any one so tall or so wide. But she was intrigued.
Intrigued enough to call after him.
"...who are you?" She asked weakly.
The large man turned. He had a pipe in his mouth and was puffing from it animatedly. He removed the pipe and curled his mouth into a smile. At least, she would of seen him smile, had it not been covered by that gnarly beared he had covering his face.
"Aye. You've woken up." He said, and he stood. He walked over somewhat clumbsily. Picked up this mug filled with a beverage and carefully handed it to her. It was warm, and she eyed it suspiciously.
"No worries about it. It is tea." he said gruffly. She watched her take a sip, and saw her pull a face. "I should of warned you. I'm not all that handy in a kitchen."
The woman set the mug down once again. "Heh..." she began awkwardly. "Umm...I'm sorry. Who are you?"
"The name is Rubeus Hagrid. I'm the groundskeeper here." Hagrid answered proudly. "I've already sent for the Headmaster, he will be down to visit and check you shortly."
Headmaster? So she was at a school?
"The headmaster? Am I a student here?" she asked him. She wondered if he knew who she was. He hadn't asked her for her name so she also wondered if he knew who SHE was. "I can't... remember anything." She frowned.
"No, school is not in session. Everyone is away for the summer."
She picked up the mug once again and took another sip. She was thirsty and sore. "Where is here?"
The man named Hagrid opened his mouth to answer when there was a soft knocking at the door. "That must be the headmaster now. Just one moment, Miss."
The door opened and inside stepped a tall and slender man. He was wearing what appeared to be a purple silky bathrobe. He had spectacles and long white hair and an even longer white beard which was tied together with this gold ribbon. The man greeted Hagrid like an old friend and then turned to face the woman who was still bedridden and anxiously clutching the mug filled with 'tea'. He looked at her and she could see, as he peered at her through his glasses, that his eyes were blue, kind and wise.
And sad.
"Hello there, young lady." He spoke, and his voice was clear and powerful, but also soft. "What has befallen you? You've suffered a great deal. Are you pained at all?"
She didn't say anything at first. And then opened her mouth to speak. She heared a voice she did not recognize. "I..." she began, "...I don't know...what happened...where...who?"
She gripped her throat gently, and then moved her hand to her forehead. She rembered a light, and something brushing against her cheek. Falling from the sky and then nothing. And then she woke up here.
She knows her name at the very least.
"All I remember is my name. I don't know of anything else...and my back is sore." She looked around. And harshly asked. "Where am I?"
"You are at the groundskeeper Rubeus Hagrid's hut, on the schoolgrounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the old man said matter of factly. He looked at her once more and the woman felt like someone dumped a cold glass of water upon her. He smiled.
"Miss Freja. Let us get you healed up."
Freja nodded, stood with the aid of the man called Hagrid, and followed the old man out of the hut.
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