Fire, Fire consuming his door, the only exit. He could see the plastic melting on the toys, watching as the camp shirt went up in flames. He tried to grasp a figurine – the one his sister had paid for in blood – only to have the model of his father melt and burn his skin. All the blood from the stab wounds, made it impossible for him to find the exit. He could still hear the laughter of his friends as he sank into a pool of darkness.
Nico jerked up right, eyes popping open, he was in a bed, and he hadn't been when he last remembered anything. Also he couldn't move his legs, at all, he could feel them but he couldn't move them an inch, much less get off the bed. Nico winced from the effort but not as much as he should have from the multiple wounds scattered around his body.
He looked around, the room he was in was partially covered in dust. No windows and only one door. The shadows of the building felt, twisted as if someone had controlled them before, just improperly. Black fur from some animal and someone had bandaged his wounds.
Well wherever I am, guess it's better than where I left.
"We couldn't have left there! The boy would have died Moody." Tonks argued
"He breached security! That wasn't Apparition that was a darker form of magic!" growled the one legged man. "We have to interrogate him!"
"We'll wait till the others get here- Wait what will we tell the children? They can't socialize with the muggle otherwise he'll know something's up!" nearly tripped over Sirius
"We wipe his memory!"
"You'll think of something." Reassured Tonks putting a hand on the other woman's shoulder.