(Chapter done by Mourningstar13)
Darren woke up somewhere completely unfamiliar, confused as heck. He wasn't even in the forest anymore!
Darren looked around him, taking in his surroundings. He appeared to be locked in some sort of large steel crate, like the one used to contain the wolf-man, but alot larger, giving him space to walk around. His cage was in a small clearing by some woods, although not the woods he had just been in. These woods were tall, dark, foreboding, and gave you the feeling that something in their was just dying to eat you. He shivered, and continued looking around
Not to far away, maybe 30 feet, lay a weirdly shaped dilapidated looking hut. Out in the distance, he could see a peaceful looking lake. To him, the peaceful, leisurely air that surrounded the lake felt like a scam. He bet that like many things, the lake was not what it seemed.
There was also some strange tree, that seemed to move on its own. Right now it wasn't doing anything, but occasionally it woke up from it's semi-dormant state if something got to close to it to attempt to hit it with it's branches.
More incredible than all of this, he could see a very large castle looming in the distance. It was beautiful, magnificent. He judged it's architecture to be around the 1700's era, it really was a work of art.
Not that he cared for that type of thing, of course.
However, the whole place, the woods, the tree, the lake, castle, even the hut, had a certain atmosphere around it. It made one word pop into Darren's head.
Magic.
He thought back to his kidnapping in the forest. Those bright flashes of light, the way they held those long wooden sticks...they must have been using magic.
If Darren had been a normal person, and not seen the things he'd seen, done the things he'd done, he probably would have dismissed this ridiculous thought. But Darren was not normal. He had seen many things in the 30 or so years he'd been around. If vampires could exist, why shouldn't magic?
He had thought that vampires were a myth, but they were real, so why shouldn't magic be? He decided that if anybody he recognized from his kidnapping came around, he'd get on their good side and ask them to do magic.
He heard a train whistle in the distance. Right on cue, the tall man-Hagrid- walked out of the dilapidated hut that he had previously thought unoccupied. He started walking in the direction of the train whistle, then caught sight of Darren. A smile crossed his face.
"Oi, you're awake! Well, welcome ta' Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Can't stay fer long, gotta get the firs' years!" Hagrid resumed walking, albeit at a slightly faster pace. Several thoughts flashed through Darren's head after that strange greeting.
The first was a brief euphoria of discovering that he was right, even more so when he realized that he had discovered a whole new world, a whole new way of life! He was very pleased. The second was the fact that this was obviously a school, which meant that he must have been captured as some sort of demonstration. He thought of what this entailed, and his mood dampened a little.
The third thought was one of terror. What about , Vancha, and Harkat?He was supposed to meet up with in a week, something he doubted was possible now. Even if he escaped immediately, it would take months!
Judging by Hagrid's accent, Darren guessed that he must be somewhere in England, nowhere near Ireland. He had no idea how he was going to meet up with , he hoped he didn't worry when Darren didn't show up on time. One thought continued to ring in Darren's head like a broken bell.
What am I going to do now?