Nothing.
Suddenly, somewhere in Great Britain, a long skinny boy sat up in his bed with his hands pressed against his forehead. The boy had black untidy hair and a scar shaped like a thunderbolt on his forehead. A pair of glasses lay beside him, dangerously close to the edge of the bed. And then, with a cry of pain, the boy fell back against the pillows again, breathing fast. A sudden sound made him sit straight up, looking around for an intruder. He saw four other beds in the room through the gap in the scarlet velvet curtains. His green eyes darted back and forth, looking nervously at them. One of the boys, the one with the red hair, moved and opened his eyes.
"Harry… go back to sleep, it's only four o'clock", he said with a sleepy voice.
The boy fell back to sleep. The boy with the black hair stared at him with both angst and surprise in his eyes. He put on his glasses and the room came in a clearer view. He didn't recognise the boy with the red hair, and not anyone of the other boys. He looked around in the circular room, and then it hit him.
I don't know where I am.
He climbed out of bed, walked straight to the window, and looked out. He didn't recognise the garden. When he leaned out of the window, he realised that the house he was in, seemed to be a castle of some kind, and he was up in one of the towers. He went back to bed, shaking all over. And what had the boy in the red hair called him? Harry?
I don't know my name.
The thought almost made him cry. He didn't know his own name. But his first name seemed to be Harry. But Harry what? And what was he doing in a castle somewhere? And how did he know the four boys in the room? The panic rose inside him. Then, out of the blue, something hit him in the forehead. He looked around to see what it was, but he couldn't see anything. Then, again, something hit him in the face. He accidentally bit his lower lip; he felt the warm feeling of blood coming down his cheek. Once again something – or someone – hit him hard in the face. The pain in his forehead almost made him throw up. And then his scar started to ache as if it was on fire. He screamed, his face in his hands, trying to get the pain away. Then everything was black.