Fred flew around the home, noting that it was actually a rather small
property, a tiny little one-story house with no backyard. He circled in
for a closer look when a jet of red light shot past his ear.
"You won't get away !" came a furious female voice from below, and anoter
jet of red light whizzed past fred again.
"No! Wait! I'm-"he started, but was cut short as he had to make a steep
dive to avoid the latest spell, barely grazing his back. He managed to
land around the corner, facting away from the attacker. He edged into view
of the woman, calling out "I'm unarmed now." as he put his wand down in
plain sight. He slowly turned to face her, scared of who she might be, and
a stubborn-looking teenage girl glared back at him. He heaved a sigh of
relief, thinking 'this girl won't hurt me.' Suddenly, a fist came out of
no where and connected with his skull. "Damn." groaned Fred, crumpling to
the ground as everything went dark.
When Fred woke up, he found himself lying on a cot in a very dark, but warm room. He noted a cold, wet cloth being pressed lightly on his forehead. He felt exhausted. Maybe he should just go back to sleep again... but no, something was nagging at his mind. He jolted awayk, sitting up fast and enhancing the pain on his head. Where was he? Was he in the hospital wing? No... Then the though struck him-his attacker. He had been knocked out cold... George! Where was George?! A hand from behind him pulled him back down hard onto the bed. "You're not nearly wellenough to sit up yet." "Where am I?" Fred asked. "Where's George? Who are you?" "We are in a safe place now." She responded vaguely. "Why are you holding us here?" asked George, now standing in the doorway. "It was the only way..." she said, gearing up for what would appear to become a long story.
When Fred woke up, he found himself lying on a cot in a very dark, but warm room. He noted a cold, wet cloth being pressed lightly on his forehead. He felt exhausted. Maybe he should just go back to sleep again... but no, something was nagging at his mind. He jolted awayk, sitting up fast and enhancing the pain on his head. Where was he? Was he in the hospital wing? No... Then the though struck him-his attacker. He had been knocked out cold... George! Where was George?! A hand from behind him pulled him back down hard onto the bed. "You're not nearly wellenough to sit up yet." "Where am I?" Fred asked. "Where's George? Who are you?" "We are in a safe place now." She responded vaguely. "Why are you holding us here?" asked George, now standing in the doorway. "It was the only way..." she said, gearing up for what would appear to become a long story.