Hey guys, so, More Frelle Is Here! As you can probably tell - this this is up early! You're probably wondering: WHAT?! WHY?! *and hopefully are happy about it ;)* here is why:

emob2001 - 'I swear if you don't update soon I will legit jump off a cliff 25 m high into the deepest of oceans full of man eating monsters wearing only a magic cape that could make me fly and save me, buttt I wouldn't use and I will get eaten and all the pressure will be on you. I would have also left a note saying it was because of you not updating and the police will find you and arrest you. As you can tell I love your book. Wasn't being mean just joking. (U hope) x love this sooo much. Sit up late at night reading and reading and at break during school. And my friends are starting to think I'm turning into some kind of freak. And when they ask why the hell am I reading this I laugh evilly and say, because its bloody brilliant! And I go back to reading. And I've recommended your book and everything. I love it. I sound a lot creepy. Whoops! No I'm just a great reader who loves reading your books. ok. This was really long so now I'll rap it up. Goodbye! Sorry fro my weirdness... Oh well!

Woah - you have no idea how much I loved that comment, so (even though I wasn't gong to post this until the 15th, here's an early update ;) I don't want any fans to kill themselves over this! Hahah, I know you were kidding xD 

 You know I love you guys, and if you ask me, I'll probably always give in - because you all are my bread and butter! Without you all, Elle would never have woken up from that coma - and that is no lie ;) xxJess

Song For This Chapter: Oh No! - Marina & The Diamonds

Ch. 1: Danger

Everything hurts. My head feels as if I was put through a meat grinder, and my body isn't far from that feeling too. I felt cold but my body was sweating - making me feel extremely irritated and uncomfortable.

     I was aware of only a few things: I was in pain, I had been sleeping for a long time, and I was extremely thirsty.

     Behind my closed eyelids, I remembered the brilliant flash of blinding white, hot light as Mad-Eye Moody blasted me in the head with a curse. I remembered the crunching pain of my head knocking into the stone wall of the chamber, and then, nothing for the longest time.

      Slowly, soft sounds started sifting through my ears. Quiet and far off, but they were there. I could hear the chiming of a clock, the rustle of feet on carpet, the crackle of embers in a fireplace. Under my fingertips, I could feel smooth silks and scratchy wool against my skin.

      I was unsure how long I'd been sleeping: a day, a month, a year, a century? All I knew was that I would briefly wake up, groggy and too tired to open my eyes and hear voices occasionally. Sometimes, the voices of people would filter in, sometimes it was merely silence. But every time the pain became overwhelming, I would will myself back to sleep--knowing that maybe next time I'll have the strength to open my eyes. 

      On the border of sleep and being awake, I could hear murmurings often, not always would I be able to make out the sounds, but the tones kept me calm and oftentimes helped lull me back to sleep, taking my mind off of the pain.

       "Nah, but I know you - you lazy bum." A voice murmured in my ears, making me strain hard to pick up what the voice was trying to say. It was too hard, the blood pulsing through my ears making his words mumble and fade out. Again, I strained, even though it brought pain to my head. "Alright Elizabeth Granger. I'll give you five months, in five months you will wake up and I'll buy you....coffee.." The voice was fading once again, and I could feel my body starting to slip back into the security of sleep. "Only if you wake up at 1 pm on November 15, you have until then to sleep as much as you'd like..."

     Then sleep took over once again.

      There was a period of time, I didn't know how long, where the sounds didn't come. It was completely silent. The silence was something that was even more loud than the mutterings and mumbles. This sleep was heavy and left me feeling more lucid than alive. 

     The first time I opened my eyes, it took me at least an hour to convince my eyelids to peel open and blink harshly to clear the dark film sleep had cast. My pulse raced in my ears as I realized I had no idea where I was. 

     I rubbed my balled fists against my eyes a few times, clearing away the sleep. My gaze adjusted to the low-lit room and a horrid realization filled my gut. Everything was blurry and fuzzy. Every shape cast dark shadows, stretching into monstrous creatures of the mind's imagination. I couldn't see.

      The panic mounted in my chest. I wheezed out an uneasy breath. "H-Hello?" I called out, hoping that there was possibly someone around that could explain to me what was going on. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I blinked roughly, in an attempt to clear my vision, but the images only seemed to blur more. "Hello?" I tried again, sharper this time. "Where am I? Is anyone there?"

     I was greeted by an uncomforting silence. No one was in this mysterious place with me, it seemed. I was all alone. And I was blind. Suddenly, I began to panic. 'What if I am blind forever? What if instead of my normal brown eyes, the curse had scarred them into a milky grey, like Hollywood movies?!'

     Clamping my eyes shut, I quickly shook my head roughly. "No, no that's not going to happen," I muttered to myself. My words were not the slightest bit comforting to me at this moment. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the musky sent of oak wood and dust. It wasn't a particularly familiar, or pleasant, smell. 

      Slowly opening my eyes once more, the film had temporarily lifted. The image before me only blurred in my peripherals. I focused my eyes on a red and golden poster on the other side of the room to 'exercise' my eyes. 'Hopefully,' I thought, 'this won't be forever'. 

       The loud sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the room, startling me. They sounded like they were ascending from another floor, coming straight to my room. I jumped under the covers of my bed and peeked over the top of the blanket like a small child would. Afraid of the bogeyman. 

     My head felt like I was swimming. The room was blurring and moving even though I wasn't. I felt like I was losing my mind.

The echoing sound of the old, peeling door to my room creaked open and my eyes went wide at the disheveled face peering into the room down to me. What the hell is going on here?! "Oh - you, you're awake!" The evil man grinned wickedly - teeth bared with a serial killer smile. My body lurched out of the bed and I stumbled onto the hardwood floor, but ignored my bodies protests as I clambered around the room - tripping over my limbs that didn't want to seem to work properly.

Sirius Black, mass murderer was standing in the door way - sizing me up with his eyes and frowning deeply. Probably thinking of the best way to kill me. Sick weirdo! I screamed in my mind, I almost would have said it out loud, but my nerves connecting my voice to my brain didn't seem to fire signals at each other.

Holding up the palms of his hands, similar to a surrendering gesture, Sirius gave me a calm look. "Look - you need to get back into that bed - you're not ready to be walking around -" The man's eyes widened a little as I stumbled my way over to the bedside table - eyes zeroing on on a very heavy looking lamp stand. "Now, hold on, Elle. You-" He began backing away a little - which would have surprised me knowing he was a killer, but I was probably too hoped up on medicine to notice the little details.

Grabbing the brass lamp on the desk, I rushed at him - knocking him over the head like a mad woman - perhaps I am - while yelling: "Not today, ass-wipe!" Like a rock, Sirius Black slumped down onto the floor - clutching his steady bleeding head in agony while letting out a low groan. 

Cursing under my breath for not being able to knock him out, I dropped the brass lamp stand onto his foot and stumbled numbly out of the room, constantly fumbling over my brain dead and lumpy feet. How long have I been under? What day is it? The year? My stomach clenched and I suddenly had the daunting urge to throw up. 

         Sirius Black cursed behind me, cradling the side of his head as he pushed himself off the wooden floor. I quickly yanked open the nearest door in the hall, finding a large bathroom that would be perfect to hide in. Fingers fumbling numbly and nervously, I managed to slam the door shut and fumble the chain lock into its socket. It was a desperate attempt to keep the serial killer away from me while I bought some time to think up a plan of escape. "This is crazy..." I muttered to myself.

There was a moment of silence, then suddenly a loud BANG filled the empty lavatory - echoing off the walls and making me clamp my eyes shut in terror. I was going to die. I would never see my friends again, Fred, or my sister. I'd never meet my little niece or nephew. I'd die a virgin! 

      'Not important at this moment, Elle!' My un-drugged half whispered, snapping my straying thoughts back to the moment in time. Sirius Black knocked heavily on the door, making me cower against the tub. "Go... away!" I managed to stutter out, my brain was having problems processing words and moving lips.

"Elizabeth Granger, just calm down - I'm not going to hurt you - I swear." The voice called from the other side of the door. He almost sounded sincere, but if it wasn't for the fact that I'd read all about him and his murders - maybe I would have taken his word for it.

Tripping around the bathroom, I yanked a rusty shower rod from the side of the wall - it wasn't much of a feat, being that the rod was already falling off, but it made me feel proud none the less. Wielding the rod like an elegant sword, I twirled around and pointed it towards the door. "You'll have to fight me! I'm... I'm not going to ... give up easily!"

      Right on cue, my legs went out from under me, not wanting to support my weight any longer and tossing me onto the cool, hard, stone floor. My heart thumped wildly while thoughts of the end filled my mind. All that separated us was a simple charm. I backed myself into the corner of the lavatory - not caring that this floor probably hadn't been cleaned in the last ten years. 

As I waited inside the bathroom, I could hear the murderer whispering to someone on the other end of the door - whomever it was, I had no clue. All too soon, Sirius opened the lavatory door as far as it would go - which was only a few inches because of the chain I'd placed on it. "Yeah - she hit me in the face! With a lamp.. yeah - not funny. She then rushed into the toilet and locked herself inside." He paused, a thick phone pressed against his ear came into my view as I watched him in utter confusion. What kind of serial killer called someone about his next kill? Sick bastard.

      His cold black eyes grazed over me with the words from the person on the other end of the conversation. "Yeah - I think I can." He sighed, pushing harder against the door so it opened a little more, allowing him to kick a black object over to me, sliding the base of the telephone over as well. 

I gave him a wild look. 

"You have someone who wants to talk to you, Elle." He smirked a little - despite the large welt beginning to grow on the right side of his head. What the hell is going on?

Furrowing my brow, I cautiously set the shower rod down and crawled over to the phone, never taking my eyes off of Sirius for a minute. I refused to trust that wanker. Fingers brushing the warm plastic against my ear, I strained my ear to listen for someone on the other end of the line - thinking it was most likely some creepy old man that was going to tell me how I was going to die.

      Instead, I was greeted by a cautious: "H-Hello?"

Frowning, I glance up at Sirius who was standing outside the door - watching me curiously as if I was some strange animal on display. "H-Hello?" I breathed out, suddenly feeling exhausted as the voice registered in my head. "Fred?"

"Hey, good morning Sleeping Beauty." Fred breathed into the phone, sounding relieved and especially happy to hear my voice. "How are you?" How am I!? Fuck you, Fred! I wanted to yell - but my mind was hazing - I had worn myself out and the last thing I wanted to do was start a fight, I needed answers.

Sirius knocked on the door - trying to get me to open up. That gesture made me realize how serious this situation was - maybe if I told Fred, he'd send help. "Wh-where the hell am I?! It-it's him Fred! You have to believe me! I woke up, and, and Sirius Black, Fred! Fucking BLACK! He's trying to kill me! I decked him in the face and I managed to hide out in the bathroom - you have to send some one, please...." I heavy out, feeling my vision beginning to blur a little once more. 

Fred began chuckling, making me want to deck some one in the face... again. Did he think this was some kind of joke? "Hey, Elle - let's think about this rationally, okay? You're pumped up with drugs right now, but come on - don't be dense. Here's the thing, why would he give you the phone if he was trying to kill you?"

He has a point there... Shaking my head, I clamped my hand tight to keep it from shaking nervously. "P-phone... Yeah... What a stupid wanker..." I frowned, suddenly nothing made sense anymore. I Was missing a piece to the puzzle. Why was I even here?! "But... Wait... Huh?"

"You're too drugged for this much activity, Letter." Fred snickered and I rolled my eyes, I may be drugged - but I'm not stupid. "Look - just listen to me, you trust me right?"

Fred... Fred Weasley... Did I really trust him? Snorting, I shook my head and replied back with a snap in my voice. "Ya, of course I do - unless... You know - you are being Fred..." 

       Fred ignored me slightly and tried to explain in the simplest terms. "Good enough, now you need to trust me. I'll explain everything later, but for now - just listen." He paused, but I didn't have anything to say so he picked it up once again. "Okay, he is only trying to help you. You were in a coma, he's a friend of Dumbledore's, he's not going to hurt you-"

"-He's killed people! How would he be a friend of -"

"Shut up, Elizabeth, kay?" Fred snapped as I trailed a hand over my stomach. The sickening feeling of warm, sticky liquid on my finger tips made me whimper in disgust. Looking down at my lower torso, I lifted up my shirt and look at a long row of stitches were I had torn three of them - causing my blood to ooze out lazily. "Shit, I ripped my stitches." I hissed angrily, attempting to stand up but sudden pain erupted where my torn skin was. 

Falling back against the wall limply, I just gave in to my fate. Frowning, I pressed my ear closer to the phone. "Fred... Fine, I promise, I promise I'll be good, I won't hit him again, but please - get some one I know to come down here and help me... This is creeping me out too much."

     I listened to Fred as he chuckled breathlessly. "Don't worry Letter, someone is on their way."

     'Letter', the term soothed me. I used to be annoyed by the silly nickname, but at that moment, it was all I was hanging on to. I could see him in my mind, despite the distance. His lopsided grin, his long curtains of orange hair framing a teasing look in his eye. At that moment, Letter was enough.

Chuckling with defeat, I took a deep breath. "If I die... I will haunt you."

"I wouldn't expect any thing less."

~~~ Poor Sirius xD

A/N 10-YR: I kept this one mostly unedited because it was genuinely funny seeing y'alls reactions. Much love, Jess.