Getting up slowly from the ground Harry felt as if he had been through a blender and been spat back out again. As he tried to pull his foggy mind back together he heard a high, cold and disturbingly familiar voice:
"It's about time you woke up Potter" the low droning voice of Severus Snape spoke, malice sounding in every word.
"I was afraid that you were too much of a baby to handle that, but it seems that I was wrong."
With a jolt Harry remembered why he was here.
A few days ago he, Hermione and Ron had been going to Redhall, a town on the east of England. They had planned to just have a holiday, a break from all the death and destruction, a chance to act like normal everyday teenagers.
'But we're not' Harry thought bitterly, soon after they had arrived Hermione had to leave; she had received news that her cousins had been killed.
Harry and Ron had continued to travel, going around all the small country towns, warning resident witches and wizards of Voldemorts return to power.
They had been in the town called Yellowfred when they had seen the sign, the eerily green serpent producing from the evil looking skull.
They had hurriedly ran towards the hotel where they were staying, foolishly taking a back ally in their haste to get away from the dangerous sign, knowing that nothing good had ever happened when they had seen it.
While running down the alleyway, they two friends had not seen the figures cloaked in black until it was too late.
The servants of lord Voldemort stepped into the light, drawing their wands and advancing on the seventeen year olds.
"You will surrender now without a fight, and your lives may be spared" one of the older deatheaters said, his voice bearing the sound of a man in his forties.
"That is just a bunch of crap! You would kill us the first chance you can get!" Ron spat out, his eyes expressing the loathing he was feeling towards them.
"Not very friendly, today are we?" a feminine voice spoke out, and as she walked up two of them, she pulled off her mask.
"You know, I've always hated the Weaslys and if we didn't have strict orders to keep you alive and relatively healthy, you would be lying on the ground dead" she emphasizing the last word, then reached out a hand and slapped him across the face.
Ron hit the ground so hard, that he was knocked unconscious. His head laying on the muddy ground in an awkward position.
Harry lurched forward, desperately trying to get to his closest friend, but strong hands grabbed him from behind, preventing him from getting to Ron.
"You be careful boy, and mind your manners" the female said in a low voice, "There is a very fine line between healthy and relatively healthy, so be good or your friend cops it!"
Harry felt his blood run cold and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and fell blissfully into oblivion.
Harry felt his anger rising again as he stared into the putrid face of Severus Snape.
"Remember now Potter?" he asked in a low voice.
"Perfectly"
A/N LOL! This is an EVIL cliffie