PROLOUGE
Rain splattered against the windows in Hermione's room as she began undressing for bed. She was just about to put on her shirt when a faint knock came from downstairs. Putting on her t-shirt she quickly pulled her long golden brown hair into a pony-tail and shuffled down the stairs.
"Coming!" she called as she walked toward the door.
She undid the lock and glanced out a small window. Seeing no-one, she opened the door. Peering out into the rain she couldn't see any signs of life.
"Damn pranksters" She muttered angrily.
Moving to close the door, something caught her eye. She looked down and let out a gasp. A boy, no older then 17, her own age, was lying in the doorway. His blond hair was plastered down from the rain and Hermione could see bruises on his arms. He was still breathing from what she could tell. Hermione bent down and spoke softly to him.
"Wait here one minute while I get something."
The boy struggled to look up and saw her grab something white from a closet. She ran into another room and then came back. His eyes were so tired that he could only see that she had dark hair and was tall. He watched as she knelt down beside him again.
"I know that you're probably really weak right now but I need you to help me just a bit by trying to walk a short distance with me supporting you."
He was fading quickly but something reassuring in the girl's voice made him feel a bit stronger. Suddenly he felt an arm around his shoulders and someone helping him up. Limping slightly he staggered through the foyer into a large cream colored living room. His eyelids were begging to close and just when he thought he was about to faint from pain and fatigue he was gently laid on a black velvet sofa with white sheets. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Hermione as she sat down.
Rain splattered against the windows in Hermione's room as she began undressing for bed. She was just about to put on her shirt when a faint knock came from downstairs. Putting on her t-shirt she quickly pulled her long golden brown hair into a pony-tail and shuffled down the stairs.
"Coming!" she called as she walked toward the door.
She undid the lock and glanced out a small window. Seeing no-one, she opened the door. Peering out into the rain she couldn't see any signs of life.
"Damn pranksters" She muttered angrily.
Moving to close the door, something caught her eye. She looked down and let out a gasp. A boy, no older then 17, her own age, was lying in the doorway. His blond hair was plastered down from the rain and Hermione could see bruises on his arms. He was still breathing from what she could tell. Hermione bent down and spoke softly to him.
"Wait here one minute while I get something."
The boy struggled to look up and saw her grab something white from a closet. She ran into another room and then came back. His eyes were so tired that he could only see that she had dark hair and was tall. He watched as she knelt down beside him again.
"I know that you're probably really weak right now but I need you to help me just a bit by trying to walk a short distance with me supporting you."
He was fading quickly but something reassuring in the girl's voice made him feel a bit stronger. Suddenly he felt an arm around his shoulders and someone helping him up. Limping slightly he staggered through the foyer into a large cream colored living room. His eyelids were begging to close and just when he thought he was about to faint from pain and fatigue he was gently laid on a black velvet sofa with white sheets. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Hermione as she sat down.