I was not going to post this, but I thought to hell with it and let's see what's comes from this. Pretty sure this may be a drabble series.
Chapter one
"Not Harry! Not Harry!"
It's all I could remember, those anguished words playing over and over as I lay motionless drifting in this endless abyss.
Where was I? Who am I? Harry? Who is Harry?
Son.
Joy filled giggles and brilliant green eyes. My eyes, my son.
My baby.
Unconditional love, unwavering devotion filled my being as I remembered tiny hands grasping my fingers.
Harry…Harry…Harry…Harry!
An indescribable pain ripped through my chest as I cried out in anguish for my baby. He was calling out to me I could feel it at the very centre of my being.
My eyes snapped open. My soul awakened from its slumber. Where ever I was my consciousness was not appreciated. Unknown forces slammed into from every angle imaginable, pushing, pulling, I was drowning. I was dead, the dead could not return to the living world once they crossed over. How could have I left my son when he needed me?
I could not escape from this place, my defeat was inevitable and yet I kept fighting, I know I am fighting a losing a battle but still I fought. Pushing back against the forces holding me I had all but given up when I finally felt myself break the surface of where ever I was.
In that instant I came face to face with my crying baby, his small face scrunched up in agony as he fought of a nightmare. Reaching out to comfort horror over came me as my hand phased through him. I was dead. I was a ghost.
How could I as a ghost raise my child?
"No…" I whispered as my already broken heart shattered.
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