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Author's note-Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.Thanx!
Chapter 2: The Morning After
The sunlight blazed through the small window located high up in the wall. Dust was floating everywhere. The young weak man lying on the floor opened his eyes. The sunlight burned.
"Another horrible night." He thought to himself.
"Ow," he whispered.
His weak legs could not hold his body up. Every muscle, bone, nerve throbbed. He sat up on the cold sticky concrete.
"Sticky? Why was the floor sticky?", he thought to himself. He held up his hand and looked at it. Blood was on it.
"Great.", he whispered. He tried to stand up.
At first, his legs shook, but he placed his hand on the wall and tried one by one towalk up the steps that lead into the living room. He opened the door. A warm breeze flew upon his naked body.
A tall elderly man was standing in front of the younger man. The older man was wearing a burgundy cloak with gold tassels. His long beard touched his belly. He also wore half-moon glasses that had silver rims. If he was holding a staff, people would mistaken him for Father Time.
The young man looked at him and his body started to wobble.
"Remus…," said the old man. He let out both of his handsas the poor man fell onto them. "Dum…ble…dore..," Remus replied in a whisper. The darkness was consuming him once more. He still wasn't strong enough.
"I got you," Dumbledore said carrying the young injured man upstairs into a bedroom.
Hmm...What will happen now?
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