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Chapter 2 Waking Up

"Urrgg…HUH!" Destiny mumbled in her sleep then shot up straight quickly. She looked around at her surroundings and took in the white walls, white sheets, and the white bed curtains, which she quickly pulled back. Where am I? What happened last night? Did I get really drunk or something?

"Ahh, you're awake, quite a bit ahead of schedule I might add" said a man as he walked through the doorway.

"My name is Healer Shultz, but you can just call me Shultz."

"Errrrr, okay… Why am I here? How am I here? WHERE is here? Was I drunk? If so where are my friends? How did I get here?" she asked in a rush.

"Whoa; one question at a time. Well, you're here because there was a Death Eater attack on Surrey, which was where you were. Do you remember being there? Living there? Anyway, you are here by an auror who had a portkey that transported you here. Here is St. Mungo's. It's a magical hospital for magical injuries or magical sicknesses. No. you weren't drunk, but you may be experiencing some temporary memory loss but maybe not. It depends on the person but you look pretty lost so that's why I am saying that, and like I said you got here by a portkey." He answered.

"Yes, I remember what happened now. Merlin it was a large scale attack. Wait, you answered all my questions except one. Where are my friends?" she asked. When the healer didn't answer, Destiny's heart started beating faster and faster. "They're not okay, are they?"

"No, I'm sorry but they aren't. Your male friends Devvin and Thomas, I believe those are their names, were killed in the attack. You female friend, Aubrey, was barely breathing when they brought her here. You've been asleep for three days. It was the first night that she passed on." Destiny froze. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, she didn't even know if she could live. She held back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She could not cry in front of a stranger.

The healer went on to say, "You are lucky to be awake now. Did you know that you were hit be four stunners; not just one? When we did a check to see when the estimated time that you would wake up it gave us about a month. It's quite amazing. Though the other tests we ran on you had quite an interesting reading. Care to explain your magical abilities? I'm quite interested in hearing this." He sat back expectantly, folding his hands.

"Actually, I would not like to explain. Please leave."

She sat in the same position for mostly the entire day, without moving, staring at the ceiling, counting tiles. Her friends, her best friends were dead. It was so hard to believe. She didn't understand why they were killed. They didn't have anything to do with the war. It was just because they were muggles. Just because they weren't born with the talents and abilities that she was given. She would give up all her magic just to have them back. Staring at the ceiling made the time pass ever the more slowly. Staring at the clock was even worse. The more she stared to more it seemed that the hands were not moving at all.

Around five when they brought her dinner the Assistant Healer told her that she had a visitor. When she looked up it was a tall, bald, black man. He introduced himself as a Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Not to be rude, but what do you want? I don't know you, obviously," said Destiny. And what kind of name is Kingsley Shacklebolt?

"Alright then, I'll just get right to the point. I'm an auror. Some of the other aurors who were at the attack yesterday saw you hold off Draco Malfoy. They were very impressed with you skills and how you have been able to combine your training and abilities as a witch and a mage," he said.

"Okay. Thanks for telling me all this but what's you point?" And who is this Malfoy? And why are you coming to visit me? Do you not realize that my friends were just killed? Merlin, people are so stupid these days and don't think about other peoples feelings.

"I'm getting there. Relax. At such a young age the ability to hold such power is amazing. I have to assume that you can move things with your mind and can create fire?"

"Yea, I can but, I usually don't move things that are heavy because it drains too much and I never light more than a small flame or a candle. The wall that I put up in the fight was just power from me. It wasn't fire, even if it looked like that. Don't make the mistake and think that I'm so strong because one of the reasons that I was knocked out so hard from those stunners is because I was somewhat drained from both the wall and the excitement from earlier that day. But what does all this have to do with?"

"Okay, here's the reason I came here. As you may have heard of there is a group of people- that has been made to fight Voldemort and his supporters- you do know who Voldemort is right?"

"DUH"

"Okay I was just asking. No need to get annoyed. Well, this group is called the Order of the Phoenix. If you are interested in fighting then come to our meeting. It's in a week, at seven at this address. I hope to see you there." After that he left, but not before handing her a piece of paper. On it was written:

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London