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Stories taking place on the continent of Africa and in the region known as the Middle East. Some countries include Egypt, Botswana, Iran, and Turkey.
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 #39790  by Alexandra McKinney
 
Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him...

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Location: Saudi Arabia • Date: 2004
Time of Day: unknown • Weather: unknown


She was sitting. Her head was resting on a hard surface. She had been unconscious. Could she really consider this state of grogginess as being conscious? Broken ribs, broken wrist, broken foot. Broken ribs, broken wrist, broken foot. Broken ribs, broken wrist, broken foot. She focused on assessing her physical injuries. She focused on what she knew rather than the unknown surrounding her. She lifted her head and attempted to sit a bit straighter, it seemed her spin couldn't quite unbend.

The room was small. Its 4 cement walls seemed to be closing in on her every time she looked up at them. Refusing to look at the one-way mirror situated on the... South wall? Alex kept her eyes on the small bolted table that was in front of her bolted down chair. Why had they moved her here? Why had they taken her from her dark, sand-infused crawling space and brought her here? She looked at the suspended lightbulb above her and tried to ignore the white hallows forming in her vision, how long at it been since she had seen light? She rubbed the deep burns around her wrists, why had they unbound her? How long had it been since she had sat? Her crawling space had barely allowed her enough space to crawl. Why was her right eye so blurry? Was it swelling? How long before it was swollen shut?

Leaning forward, using the slim strength left in her arms she did her best to sit as straight as possible. Her sand-colored cargo pants were worn and torn. Holes crusted with blood were many. There was no way to guess her camisole had been white. She patted the deep gash on her hip bone, the small protuberance on it offered the only reassurance.

When the door clicked open, she looked straight at it.
 #39796  by Elsie Crane
 
It had taken Elsie two weeks and seven hours to find Alexandra McKinney and have her extracted out of enemy territory and into ally territory. It wasn't the cleanest extraction, but no one had been killed and Alexandra had come quietly, though that most certainly had to do with the fact that she was most probably still under the impression she was with the enemies. Of course, Elsie was about to rectify that but first she needed to make sure she had what she needed before entering the room.

Wand tucked in her sleeve and a tray of food in her arms, she nodded at the two wizards standing either side of the door and when it clicked open, Elsie immediately moved through it, heading towards the metal table Alex sat at. Placing the tray of food down in front of the witch, Elsie smiled at the brunette, "Alexandra, I am Elsie Crane. I know you've been through quite the few weeks but you need to know, you are safe here. You are with allies."
 #39797  by Alexandra McKinney
 
She closed her swollen eye and focused her unburdened vision on the blonde who had just entered the room. New enemy she thought as she longed to take her wand and hex the woman before her. Where was her wand? She suspected it had likely been broken when she had been captured.

She licked her peeling lips. She set her arm next to the plater and slowly pushed it off the table. "I know who you are," she rattled as her vocal cords grated together. Elsie Crane was nothing short of a terrorist. Someone who used money, resources, and power to do whatever the hell she wanted without any consideration for national security. "Tell him you succeeded, tell him you got me out, but make sure to tell him he will never see me again!" She winced as she clencher her fist in rage. How could he do this to her? Lawrence McKinney had always used money and status to get what he wanted, but she never thought he would go as far as put his country in jeopardy.