Chapter 1
Her eyes weld up as tears streamed down her soft cheeks. It was cold in the tunnel with an icy wind streaking across her fine-featured face. A rotten smell consumed her senses as an unseen force pulled her towards the end of the tunnel. There was a loud "BANG!" followed by a ringing sound echoing in her ears. Then, everything was suddenly pitch black.
A pounding sensation spread from between her eyes to the back of her head. The screams and yelling surrounded her as the ground beat heavily with the sound of running feet. Darkness crawled across her eyelids making the world seem even more dreadful. Then, the voice of what seemed like a young woman called out to her asking if she could possibly talk to see what else had occurred.
"She just came out of nowhere-"
"From the sky! She fell out of the sky I tell you-"
Too many voices rang inside her already pounding head. Finally, she was able to open her eyes and see who or what was making those awful sounds.
An old wizard bent down to examine the features of her face and body. He seemed somewhat surprised at her attire and the unfamiliar markings covering parts of her arms and legs. Though he did not know who this being was or where they came from, he decided to lift her limp body five feet off the ground and place her gently inside some sort of transportation device that seemed oddly familiar. A dirty white van with yellow and black strips that smelled like a stink bomb waited calmly as the wizard place her inside.
Too many confusing devices filled the already compact compartment, though the humans there seemed to know what to do. Clean white bandages that were soon painted a dark red by the patient's blood, wrapped around her sore body to stop the blood flow. One deep cut stretched from the tip of her knee down to the back of her soaked in blood ankle. She had no feeling below her waist though from the sight of it, it seemed as though she was in terrible pain.
"Can you tell me your name?" A short chunky little fellow asked politely but did not receive an answer in return. "Do you have a name?" He looked irritated as she stared blankly out into the void. "Can you speak? Can you hear me? Can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?" He finally seemed to give up on the lass and return to her wounds.
"My name is none of your concern." Surprised at the sudden response he fumbled with the instruments in his hand causing several to fall and hit the carpeted floor. The man snapped his head to get a better look at the person lying on the stretcher.
"Well, I guess the least you could do is give me a name that I could contact that would possibly-"
"Do you know someone by the name of Albus Dumbledore?" It looked as though he strained a blood vessel trying to think of the somewhat familiar name.
Finally, an answer came but not the one she wanted to hear. No. Well, of course not! She thought. He wouldn't know him. After all, not many have ever known him.
"But... I could ask a friend of mine to look him up if you'd like?" She raised an eyebrow. At least it's better then nothing.