Hello, my fans! I'm sorry I have been out of the loop for two years now with writing for the stories I have already written. But quite recently I got hooked onto Harry Potter. I've watched all the movies, and I'm reading the second book at the moment. I've also been very busy with school and stupid homework.

Disclaimer: I may think up some weird things but I will never be able to own Harry Potter for it is and always will be owned by J.K. Rowling

Read on Potter fans!

Expel - A - Crutio

It was a dark and dreary night. Rain pouring down like cats and dogs. Lightning flashed through the night sky. A dark figure shadow flickered into the circumference in front of its statue.

Of course this figure wasn't a something, but rather a someone. This, someone, was dressed in black from head to toe. A black robe like cape billowed behind the man with chin long, greasy, black locks matted down by the pouring rain. Within this man's walking, it was clearly seen that he was limping.

This man was not in his normal state of living. In fact, with his limping, he was hunched over clutching a spot on his abdomen singed with a darker color with his right hand. His left arm was limp at his side: useless. If looking closely at the man's face it could be seen that blood was dripping down the side. Besides the physical injuries, within the man was suffering from a spell cast on him; a curse to say the least. Being exposed to this certain curse could cause the mind to go insane. It was the cruciatus curse. The man was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

The man kept limping onwards into the night; stumbling until he reached a certain section of London. Standing between eleventh and thirteenth Grimmauld place. Taking his blood-drenched hand from the wound, shaking, taking his wand out of his pocket, pointed in between the two buildings and a building started to appear. After a moment 12 Grimmauld place took place in between eleventh and thirteenth.

Back to clutching his abdomen, he walked up and through a gateway, limping in pain when he went up the stairs to the front door. Soon out of breath he leaned onto the door frame in a lot of pain since he was leaning on his left arm.

Breathlessly, he took his only working arm and opened the front door to a purple hallway. Far into the place, he could see a door open with a light on. Slowly getting picking himself up from the door frame. Stumbling into the building got as far as a table near the stairway to an upper level, knocking over a picture frame, which broke upon impact with the floor.

Rustling came from the far away room, and from the second level of the place.

An old looking man came into view with two younger men, one taller and the other the same height as the elder. "Severus?" the old man asked concerned. The injured man, Severus, was starting to see blackness in his vision. "Al...bus..."

The last he saw was the taller man running towards him as he quickly found himself getting closer to the floor. The last thing he knew was falling into the strong arms of the man. And then black...

TBC...

Don't worry! I already have the next chapter in the making! Just give me at least a week to get more written, I'm trying to make the main chapters longer than this one... Until next time... EXPECTO PATRONUM!