Through the Darkness
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Chapter 1
Pain.
That's what this feeling is. So much pain. But I've got to keep going. If I don't they will catch me for sure!
I broke into this house at least half an hour ago. There must be some floo powder around here somewhere. I look in cupboards, jars, and drawers; there must be some here! I look on the fireplace mantel.
Ah-ha.
I grab the little pouch that holds my hope and take a pinch of the powder. I've got to hurry. I throw the powder into the fire and call out…
"The Leaky Cauldron!"
I close my eyes for the quick trip. I always hated the floo network. I suddenly feel the familiar feeling of ground beneath my feet as I stumble out of the fireplace. I look around and take notice that not much has changed.
I walk up to the counter and the bartender looks up and smiles a toothless smile.
"Can I help you with something sonny?"
"I need to rent a room."
My voice came out slightly more pained than I would have liked. Oh, well.
He takes a pad of paper out from under the counter along with a small brass key.
"All right," He says, "What's your name?"
That's a good question. If he recognizes my real name, he might contact the Ministry or worse, the newspapers. That wouldn't be good at all. But going under a fake name would be safer, yet against the law. It's been years since people have heard of me. So, I'll take a chance and use my real name.
"Shinobe Shaw." I say.
He pauses for a moment, but he just shrugged off whatever he had been thinking. Thank Merlin.
While scribbling down my name he hands me the key to room four.
I drag myself up the stairs and let myself into my room. Looking around I see a desk up against the back left wall. A bed in the right, and a dresser with a large mirror on it.
I make my way over to the mirror and sit down in front of it. I look at the boy who looked back from the mirrors shiny glass.
"My word hun, you don't look so good. Are you alright?"
I look up at the mirror and give it a small sad smile. "I think I will be alright after a good nights rest, and a small trip to the doctor."
"Why do you need a doctor hun?"
Must have been awhile since this mirror had a good conversation. It won't shut-up.
But I just sigh and slowly stand up. Slowly and carefully I remove my coat, and then my shirt.
I bloody swear I could feel the mirror flinch.
But, I guess who wouldn't find themselves flinching, when a 16 year old boy takes off his shirt to reveal a smoky black torso and a swollen purple and slightly dislocated shoulder.
"Oh, you poor thing." The mirror whispered.
I gave it a rather forced sad smile and made my way over to the bed. I slowly ease myself down onto it.
I laid there for a while thinking about the disaster I was in and finally let myself fall into merciful darkness.
End of Chapter
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