His eyes opened. Sonic the hedgehog was confused; where was he? He only remembered the fight against eggman, when suddenly, something glowed and... something happened? He wasn't sure.
What he was sure of, however, was that it was cold.
Very, very cold.
He could see black; that was all. The cold stone floors were lined with dark green moss, something that he only knew as there was a torch on the wall. The moss was fuzzy and was the most comfortable thing he'd been on.
He was chained. He was sonic. Sonic doesn't like being detained. He focused, hard. His anger forced the chains open.
He pushed the doors open.
It was bright outside.
So bright, in fact, that he had to squint as hard as possible as to make sure that his eyes wouldn't burst into flames.
Memories that weren't hisses came rushing back to him... Voldemort, the dursleys... What...?
Who was "Voldemort"?
What...?
He remembered a woman's scream, as pale red eyes and a green light. The dursleys... What?
He was confusing.
Sonic fainted.