After the second wizard war had ended Susan Bones had decided to move somewhere a tad more safe. So after Voldemort was defeated she didn't go back to finish her seventh year at Hogwarts. Instead Susan moved to the small, American, muggle town of Druzel. But now, chained to some rusty old pipe in what felt like a basement, she realised nowhere was really safe.

On Thursday evening she had been walking back to her apartment from her job at the local café. She was probably the most beloved waitress there. She took the time to be nice to the customers and always got their orders right, unlike some others. So after finishing her shift and helping the widow Bagart get home she made her way through the dim lit streets to her own home.

Druzel was a very quiet town and Susan didn't feel the need to protect herself. So her wand was stashed away in her boot, out of reach. Only as soon as she heard the footsteps trailing behind her she realised it had been a bad idea. Her building was only just down the street and she decided to quicken her pace. But behind her the footsteps grew even faster. Stopping to get her wand was not a possibility anymore so she made a run for it. For a second she thought she was going to make it. Until she felt a blow to the back of her head and she fell to her knees. Her skull felt white hot. And looking at her hand after she brushed it over the spot, she knew the red had to be blood.

Then, everything just went black…

By now Susan had no idea what day it was. She thought maybe she had been in the cellar around three days, but there was nothing to tell time by. Even if there was, she wasn't able to see it as her eyes were covered by a blindfold. A while back she had dislocated her left wrist trying to escape from her hand cuffs . Any attempts to set it herself had failed miserably and only resulted in more pain.

So now, as things seemed to be hopeless for her, she wondered who precisely it had been that kidnapped her. It was possible they had been death eaters. Of course after the defeat of Voldemort all known death eaters had been rounded up, but after the first wizard war there had also been one's that had escaped . So maybe they'd finally found her and this was the end.

Then she heard a door open and footsteps coming towards her. They were back. To torture her, or worse.

'Hello?' An unfamiliar voice called. It wasn't one of the kidnappers she heard before, she was sure of that. 'Is there anyone down here?' This man's voice was deeper, more husky.

She heard the footsteps turn back and panicked. 'Wait! I'm here!' Susan called, suddenly realising the effect of not regularly using her voice. She'd become unknowingly hoarse. After swallowing once and clearing her throat she tried again. 'I'm over here.'

The footsteps turned back around again and came closer. She felt someone kneel down by her side. 'Are you alright? Can you tell me your name?' She didn't answer, unsure whether this was a trap or not. 'It's okay, I'm here to help you.' The man said and she could feel his hand slide over her forehead. There was a tingling sensation, like when madam Pomfrey healed her wounds.

'My… my wrist is dislocated…' She murmured softly. The hand cuffs were removed from her wrists and she could feel rough hands caress them. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of her left wrist. Susan was about to scream when she realised it didn't hurt. And as he pulled his hand back she moved her wrist.

'It is healed now.' The man said. Susan knew it was true and realised she had to be in the presence of a very powerful wizard.

'Thank you. My name is Susan, Susan Bones.' She said as she began to remove her blind fold.

A hand stopped her. 'I should like you to keep the blindfold on.'

Susan frowned and stopped fiddling with the blind fold. 'Who are you?'

'I'm a friend, someone here to help you. My name is not important.' The man said and carefully helped her stand up. Susan wondered whether she should find this worrying. He took her right hand in his. 'Follow me.' He began to lead her and she followed, the blindfold still obstructing her view.

At every turn she just barely brushed by the corner. She held her left hand out to try not to bump in to any walls or other objects. 'It's just up the stairs.' The man eventually said. Susan was unsure of what that meant but immediately her feet ran into an obstacle about the height of an average stair. She cursed under her breath as she quickly lifted her feet and felt her way up the stairs. The man wasn't even slowing down a bit as he dragged her along, still holding her right hand.

Finally getting sick of it she worked to remove her blindfold with one hand. It fell of and Susan blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light. She was walking up a stairway of what seemed to be an abandoned building. The stairs were made of concrete, basement stairs she figured.

She looked up at the man dragging her along. His hair was short and dark. From the back she couldn't see much of him. Only that his hair was short and a dark colour. Very evident was also the beige trench coat he wore. It flowed behind him and, as they walked up the stairs, brushed against Susan occasionally. She wondered if all American wizards dressed like that.

She looked around to get more of a grasp of where they were. As she looked at the bottom of the stairs she saw something that stunned her. Two men slumped against the wall opposite the stairs. Seemingly knocked out, if it wasn't for the black burn marks were their eyes used to be.

This man that was "helping" her was no wizard. And if he was, he certainly wasn't one of the good ones.