What have I gotten myself into? (Intro chapter)
Severus woke after having remembered nothing, which was strange for him. He woke to people chatting around him and a smooth female voice talking to someone,
"He should wake soon, but where did he come from I wonder?" The female voice spoke.
He has no idea or recollection of what has happened save a bright light and then darkness, he knows his name, he thinks.
"His vitals are regular, but how can that be?"
Confusion swarms like an angry hoard of buzzing bees, what had happened to him? His eyes begin to open, and dear Merlin he wished they hadn't, it burned and hurt. He winces in pain then anger flails in him like a mother dragon protecting her eggs,
"Would you just shut up!"
He barks rather rudely, scaring the daylights out of the woman beside him, who he grabs; having not lost his reflexes. And spins her to face him,
"Where the bloody hell am I?"
"You are in the hospital," the woman paused, "What by chance is your name? There was no identification on you when you were brought in."
He thought for a minute, his name should have already been on the tip of his tongue. But for some reason, he can't seem to recall.
"I...I can't remember..."
For the first time in his life, he felt stupid. Never had he been in a position such as this, his life of teaching, dealing with hormonal pre-teens and the occasional death traps, he had remembered it all. A thought suddenly occured to him, and in an instant pain spiked through him like a series of twelve volt shocks. He screamed in agony as he grit his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, his hands fisting so hard that his abnormally long nails cut his palms, drops of blood slowly dripping from the sides of his fists.
The woman whom he had been talking to is now over him holding his shoulders down while calling for a doctor, it is in this instance he realises they are not speaking English. He has been speaking another language, a language he has never learned yet he knows it fluently, as if born with the ability. A surge of something swells from his center and suddenly the woman yelps and releases him, he had forgotten about his magic, the very fiber of his being.
The pain subsides and he is able to take a slow inhale as a man walks into his room, the woman is still staring at him, not with confusion but knowing. He swallows thickly wondering if he had just broke the statue of secrecy.
"Where am I?"
The man looks at him then to the woman, she nods and walks back toward the bed to check his vitals and tubes that are attached to him. He is no stranger to muggle healing and medical equipment.
"You are in a-"
"Not that!" He barks, "Where am I? What country?"
"You are in Japan, you were brought in a little over six months ago. Someone paid for your care and asked for your stay to be confidential."
His head was reeling, he had been in a coma. He didnt need the doctor to say that. He had been taken from his home, his country by some stranger, yet he is not angry. Whomever had done so had also made sure his well-being was taken care of, had paid for everything.
"Do you know what the person looked like?"
The man paused and looked up, he could tell the man was trying to recall whoever it was.
"Ah, yes I actually do cause he was a strange yet very scary man. He had blonde hair and stood about in inch or so higher than you, and piercing grey eyes. Had the whole of the hospital scared to death of him, but the way he carried you and the look in his eyes...He is a friend?"
"Yes, a very close and dear friend..."
He had some thinking to do, this; whatever happened to him, is no accident. Someone, something, wants him gone. There is more to it, he can feel it, there is a bigger enemy than they had suspected. And that enemy had gotten to him so easily, had gotten beyond his infamous wards and...done what exactly?
"What happened to me?"
He needed to know, to fit the missing pieces together.
"You were covered in blood, your right hand and arm had been broken and your face was cut up pretty bad. The worst though was the internal bleeding that was a millimeter away from the top of your heart, whoever did this was not aiming to kill."
"Thank you." He bowed his head not knowing why.
"Where is your home then if not here?"
He looks at the doctor, the man has greying black hair that is short and slightly spiky. The mans eyes capture his attention, grey with no pupils. Just where the hell did Lucius bring him?