Layla woke up in a small clearing upon her back, and she felt no pain. In fact she felt nothing, her whole body was numb and she could barley move. All her thoughts upon hoping someone from Hogwarts, even snape, would eventually come and find her. Her wand was still in her right hand, but her broomstick was across the clearing. In this numb state, layla's thoughts where also clouded and this was a good thing, so she didn't panic.

She just laid their, she knew their where things in the forest scarier then Bryan, so she tried not to make herself known. What seemed like hours where only minutes when she heard a noise in the bush. Her grip on her wand tightened, and her eyes fixed on the spot. When the object was seen emerging, it was still shadowed. A tall person who looked down to her and Layla closed her eyes, waiting for the next action. The person kneeled to her and she opened her eyes seeing who it was, Oliver Wood. Her heart filled with relief, she smiled and a single tear came from her right eye, "how ever did you find me Wood?"

He chuckled, "oh I was practicing Quidditch, with Fred and George and we saw you coming over the horizon. I sent the other two for the headmaster, but I didn't know you needed medical help or in any danger for that matter." He looked towards her side, but didn't notice the injury on her back, " We need to get you to madam Pomfrey" her held out his wand but before a single word to a spell came out another rustle in the bush was heard and wood turned to it his wand still drawn, "what's that?"

Layla knew and muttered, "Bryan." Wood looked back at her with a dumbfounded look upon his face. Bryan had stepped out of the bush his wand also drawn, but Layla clinched her wand even tighter in any case she might have to use it, "Layla, you shouldn't have done that by escaping. My master might not allow you to live, even if you pledge to his allegiance." Layla gasped in disgust, "work for Vodlemort? I would rather die then to even have the thought race across my mind." Bryan just chuckled, "that is possibly being arranged as we speak." Wood was completely ignored until he said, "the dark lord? He is dead I though." Bryan gave an evil smirk, "he has not obtained a body of his own yet but he has his ways of getting around.. Enough stalling I need to dispose of you. Then take this lovely lady back to my master for she is the guest of honor."

Wood then did something that even he though he wouldn't do, "I challenge you Bryan if that is your name, to a wizards duel." Bryan cocked his head slightly, "a duel? On what terms? And what rules. I may be a death eater but I am a gentleman when it comes to an old fashion wizards duel." Wood though for a moment, he though to say death but instead, " till an opponents wand has dropped from his grasp. And any spell can be used." Bryan oddly enough repeated woods words in a form of a question, "any spell?" Wood only nodded and they raised their wands. After they put their wands back at their side they bowed to each other.

Layla was still losing blood and just wanted to go home and be close to her grandfather, and Fawkes. Even her pet owl would have been a site for sore eyes but not like she had a choice. All she could do is wait and see if wood could win or if it could give the professors time to find them.

Her vision became dazed and the forest began to spin. Only flashes of light could be seen from the spells. She knew she didn't have much time left before she passed out and didn't want to leave it up to Oliver alone. The two figures dueling couldn't be heard by Layla, but she raised her wand to the sky and mumbled as clear as she could, "relashio!" red sparks flew into the air and both duelers stoped looking to Layla who by this time had blacked out.

She didn't wake up, only heard voices occasionally through the darkness, and she felt as if it was a dream. She heard her pape and McGonnagall. She heard Wood and Pomfrey. Even her Head Professor, Professor Sprout was heard hear and their. The words she couldn't decipher and she didn't care, she just wanted to feel this way forever.

Soon the voices stopped and Layla found herself standing in front of a two story house, a nice pale pink, with white trim. A white picket fence, with nice tall green grass that rolled just a little bit in the breeze and wild flowers that grew randomly across the grass. Fields covered the backyard until she couldn't see any further. She walked up to the door and looked at the crystal handle, " I know this place."

Her hand griped the handle and turned it, and it opened. She peered her head around the door and looked around. She felt she was allowed to walk inside and stepped in. her step was cautious as she walked down the main hall. Moving pictures was framed all down the halls. A lot of a baby waving her hands around at Layla, and some are of random witches and wizards.

She continued on, and made a left at the end of the hall. There she entered a kitchen and examined it carefully, " this cant me." She saw white, laced curtains, and the morning sun through them as it greeted Layla. Everything placed in its spot and the smell of bacon and eggs sizzled in the air. She walked to the table and looked at three chairs with two plates at two of the chairs. Along side of the plates where the silver wear that haven't even been touched yet. Layla's fingers ran across the counter and gasped, "I'm home!"