Silence reigned over the great hall. Only the sound of thunder in the distance could be heard as the dark clothed man fell to the floor. A few of the teachers immediately jumped to their feet to help the stranger, but found themselves with burnt fingers. As they tried to move the young sir, electrical sparks would fly off of him. Dumbledore stared at the man in confusion. The ever present twinkle in his eyes had died long ago leaving only the shell of an old man. Calmly, he stood and conjured a stretcher. After levitating the dark-clothed man into it he requested that the Headmistress McGonagol accompany him to the hospital wing.
After geting the unknown man in to a hospital bed at last they found still nothing to tell who he was. Even more confusing is that when McGonagol trransfigured the black rags into a suitable pagamas for the evening they had immediately turned black and deteriated into rags again. Giving Poppy and McGonagol strict instructions to not touch the patient, Dumbledore retired to his office for the evening.
Two days had passed without the unknown stranger making a sound. Two days and no one could even come close to touching him for fear of those electric shocks. It was on the evening of the third day that Albus was just about to retire for the night when McGonagol burst into his office.
"He's awake."
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Sorry I haven't continued with this. Lets just say things have been a bit busy and I didn't have enough time to create. Lets see how long I can go until the next chapter, eh?
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