As soon as the door was closed I was pushed down onto a seat. It was too dark for me to see anything but I could hear the breathing of a man and woman behind me, The person that brought me in came back and grabbed my hand lifting it up and drawing on it. I wanted to pull my hand away but I didn't feel able to, this man wasn't bad.
He dropped my hand again and I looked down squinting in the darkness to see the eye on everyone else's hand . I looked back up to see it was a man. He had light brown hair, a large nose and beady eyes. He looked like every man that stood outside saluting that man. I heard the movement of feet behind me and I looked round, there was a woman with mousy brown hair like the man in front of me, she had a slender face and small full lips. The man next to her had a large gash across his face, you could see the elderly wrinkles all over his face and his hair was greying.
I gulped and started to shrink backwards. I wanted to go back, silence was better than this, loneliness was better than this. I pushed myself back further on the chair before losing my grip and falling back. The man that brought me in grabbed me and stood me up.
"Looks like mum's got a bit of competition on the clumsy front" The man said and smiled at the other woman. I looked up to him and his face looked different. The eyes weren't so small, the nose had shrunk considerably, and his hair had gone to a darker brown and grew to his shoulders. I looked over to the woman and her hair had gone pink, and her face seemed to puff out slightly and a red glow filled across her cheeks.
"Stop scaring her" The elderly man said, and I stepped back out of the younger man's grip. I opened my mouth to speak, but I stopped, closing it again. I moved back to the wall.
"I want to go back, please I want to go back to the asylum" I said and crouched into a ball, the elderly man walked and crouched in front of me. He moved a piece of hair from in front of my face and tucked it behind my ear.
"You were put in there for magic, magic that no one taught you to use properly. And we are so sorry for not helping you…" This is where I looked at him again, I knew there was something. He was the doctor, I knew he could see the recognition in his eyes.
"I knew you were magic, you were only meant to be kept there for a day, but that was the day the war was won. That was the day Tom won the war and we were all put into hiding. I tried to come and get you, to help you wield your magic but we just couldn't and I'm so sorry for that" He nodded a sad nod before stepping back.
"He kept a picture of you in his wallet. I thought I might have to get jealous" The younger man said and reached out a hand to me. I hesitated but took it and stood up.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" I asked shakily. The younger man put his arm around my shoulder. He lead me to the back of the shop, passed the counter which I could only just see and nearly smacked into because of no light. We then sat down on a seat and I looked back to where the elderly man, and the woman were. The woman held the man gently and she was whispering into his ear.
"The man under Tom's feet was like another son to them, I never knew him but I grew up with his stories, he was meant to be the one to defeat Tom. But now he's like that and Dad can't stand it. It takes all our strength to keep him here when they are out there." The younger man said and I looked up to him as he looked sadly at his father. Then his mother and father entered the room and sat in front of us.
"As you know nothing of the wizarding world I'll have to go right back to the start…" The elderly man began.