Zac awoke to the dark inside of a burlap sack, with a throbbing pain in his head. He wriggled, but his arms and legs were bound with some sort of rope, and the knots didn't allow for any movement. He had no choice but to lie relatively still for the next hour and a half, trying to figure out why he felt like he was being hung from somewhere. He wasn't fat by any means, but it should have been very difficult to carry him.
At last, he was released from the sack. The room revealed to him was stark white, with the sterile feel of a hospital. The idea was reinforced by the smell of disinfectant and something else, something fiery. Then Zac noticed the woman in the bed. The redhead from last night.
A man stood beside her. He had jet black hair that looked as if he hadn't combed it for days, a thin frame, and stood very balanced. The most strange bit about him though, was the odd lightning shaped scar on his forehead, lifted slightly in the way scars always seem to do. The man himself looked ready to beat Zac to death with a paper napkin. Zac wasn't sure if that was possible, but he was sure the man was going to have fun trying.
Zac opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the man with the scar.
"My name is Harry Potter. I am going to be interrogating you today. I trust you understand?" Zac nodded. He wasn't going to respond to torture, but he would learn more from the mans questions than he would asking his own.
"Good. Bartimeus?" A thin man with large glasses scampered over to Zac, clutching a vial of clear liquid. Zac pursed his lips, but the man merely held his nose, and Zac was forced the... Whatever it was.
"I am going to ask some questions. You will answer truthfully, due to the Veritaserum. Then, we will wipe your memory and leave you at your house. You will remember nothing of the last night."
"You sound like a bad Sci-fi novel." Zac blurted. His eyes wided, horrified. Where had his self-control gone?
Harry grinned. "Good. Now, what is your name?"
"Zachary Lewis the Third. Most people call me Zac. Some people call me Worm. My sarge called me Lindsey, but I didn't like that" Oh god!
"What were you doing in that building last night?"
"I was going to work, but I heard screams and ran to help." "And why did you shoot my wife?"
"She was going to shoot me with her Laser-Stick." Wow, that sounded retarded.
The man with the scar laughed. Then, very quickly, he was serious again. "And you attempted to kill her. Why?"
"I was acting in self-defense."
"She wasn't going to hurt you."
"Sure as hell looked like it." The serum appeared to only work when he was asked a question.
"That's all." The man with the scar pointed a thin bit of wood at Zac. Zac scrunched his eyes closed.
"HARRY!" came a call from the doorway. A girl with bright, almost white hair ran in, looking as if she was in a dream. "There's been an attack! You have to get there! NOW!" She gripped his shoulder, turned, and vanished. Zac found himself alone in the room with the redhead, who was asleep.
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