I opened my eyes slowly, seeing as how my head was throbbing. I felt like I was drugged . . . not that I've taken drugs before. I realized I was lying upside down and I turned over onto my stomach.
What the hell happened to me?
Wiping away blood from my lip, I tried to think about what happened after I got off work Monday evening. . . . I went home, Cormac had cooked me dinner because he said he had to work tomorrow evening, we ate, sat up and watched a movie, and around eleven fifteen, we went to our separate rooms (thought I'd emphasize that), and I went to bed. . . .
. . . . Death Eaters. . . .
. . . . They attacked my house!
. . . . They . . . oh God, Cormac!
I went to jump to my feet but I was yanked back down. Looking behind me, I saw that I had been chained by my ankle to the wall. I moved into a sitting position, putting a hand to my ribs, which were sore.
I was a prisoner.
But why?
What on earth could I have done? Well, except for the fact that I'm Half-blood.
Then it clicked.
Blaise.
I shook my head angrily. Of course this was some how his fault. I mean, the guy doesn't contact me for three years and then he shows up and the next thing I know, I'm a prisoner of Lord Voldemort.
Wait until I see that boy. He's going to get it.