Nov 22, 2003 03:47
I went to the Shack to see Richard Zabini. His story about his father and he helped a bit. Not to mention it was nice to just get away. I danced the night away. It was great. Up until I left...
I walked out into the night. The street lights shining brightly in the darkness of the early morning. I could still here the music pulsing behind me and couldn't help but smile.
I didn't even hear my attacker. I was just on the ground flat on my stomach with someone sitting on my back. I tried going for my wand, but it was underneath my coat and I was pinned to the ground. The person grabbed a chunk of my hair and slammed my head on the pavement. Flashing bright lights is all I could see.
It was definitely a guy though, because he then whispered in my ear, "I'm a friend of your father's. He sent me. You shouldn't be meddling in things you know nothing about...it only gets you in trouble. But I guess a punk kid like you likes trouble right?" And with that he twisted my arm behind my back and I heard it snap.
So much for the upcoming Quidditch game right?
After that he just got off me and apparated. I still have no idea who he was. But I know this...my father's a dead man...