Authors Note
This story is now discontinued.
Thank you to my readers but I did not feel enough encouragement to continue writing this story. I may re-continue it in the future but for now it is discontinued.
The chapter posted here is an old one to please the lovely people at Two: Is he alright?
"Someone's coming!"
"Who is it?" He shouted racing over to the crowd that had gathered.
"We cant see." came the reply.
When he reached the scene he saw a small figure stumbling through the cloud of smoke that the lightning had left behind.
"HELP!"
"Hey you call St mungo's tell them we have an emergency case. There is a survivor. Hurry!" He shouted over towards a young ministry official who had most likely just joined. "Hello! Can you here me? Can you see where we are?"
"Yes!" The figure replied, "Please help me!"
The small figure stumbled their way across the burnt ground and pushed through the thick mist that had gathered around him. They neared the area where the figure was beginning to exit only to find that the young man had collapsed and was laying face down on the bloody grass.
He wore the remains of what used to be a midnight blue cloak and had a pair of torn up jeans and a muggle t-shirt underneath it. A ministry official gently turned over the figure so he was laying face up. His face was young and innocent but with a hard edge to it, it was covered in blood and dirt and made the persons identity impossible to find out. His breathing was course and shallow, and his body shook slightly out of coldness. But his skin was ice cold to touch.
A minute later a paramedic apparated onto the scene and began to check the person over. "I am taking him to St mungo's he has a punctured lung."
"But who is he?"
"I don't know…"
"Wait what's that…" Hermione asked suddenly pointing to the boys arm.