I shift groggily on a forest floor. Wait forest floor? The memories of the past two hours flood my brain. I should look for the others, I try to talk but relies there is a cloth in my mouth. I try to spit it out but It is stuck in my mouth. I relies that I am tied up with the rope that comes out of a wand. The only thing I wonder Is who'es wand. I roll around trying to wiggle of the magical ropes. "That will not work with those you filthy blood traitor." says a horrible voice near a tree. I look over at the face and I am correct, Bellatrix LeStrange.