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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or any thing at all for that matter. Don't sue.
On with the story (
Chapter 1: Escape
"Please..." I whisper my breath no more than a harsh chord on the cold night. It is the last thing that I say before I black out.
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I can feel the darkness around me. I know that if I open my eyes that it will be light but something in my mind tells me that my eyelids are made of lead. That I could not open them even if I had twenty people to help me. I fight this instinct I must leave this land between sleep and life. Slowly my eyes open, the sleep that was sticking them together going to the corner of my eyes. I blink a few times adjusting to the light. I take in the surroundings around me. There is a door to my left and a window to my right. Both good escape roots. Out the window there is a flowerbed and garden. I myself am in a soft bed. Tucked in tight by a light blue sheet. The rest of the room a darker shade of blue contrasting nicely with the sky outside, which was a dull grey/blue. Around the rooms there are few ornaments or pictures suggesting that this is a guest room. There is one painting though, of a man under an umbrella over the fireplace. I push away the sheet and sit up slowly, hissing against the pain that occurs all down my body. "Good to see that you're up Harry. But really you should rest some more" says a voice from left. I swivel my head to see Remus leaning against the doorframe. I smile weakly searching my mind or something to say. Remus now has entered the room and is sitting on the edge of the bed. "Harry" he says softly, then looking at me "what happened?" I gulp and remember why I came here in the first place. I look out the window and nod towards number 4 Privet (sp?) drive. Then look towards the floor trying not to make eye contact with him. "What happened there, Harry? Why don't you tell me?" I could feel his eyes searching for mine. I looked at him, my mouth dry, the corners of my eyes stinging with tears about to erupt. "He hit me Moony, it hurt s-so much." A silent tear escaped the corner of my eye. I flung my arms around him and held him close he was my lifeline. I had tried for weeks to escape my house just to get across the street to Mrs. Figg's to tell them. I had made it, alive.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or any thing at all for that matter. Don't sue.
On with the story (
Chapter 1: Escape
"Please..." I whisper my breath no more than a harsh chord on the cold night. It is the last thing that I say before I black out.
***
I can feel the darkness around me. I know that if I open my eyes that it will be light but something in my mind tells me that my eyelids are made of lead. That I could not open them even if I had twenty people to help me. I fight this instinct I must leave this land between sleep and life. Slowly my eyes open, the sleep that was sticking them together going to the corner of my eyes. I blink a few times adjusting to the light. I take in the surroundings around me. There is a door to my left and a window to my right. Both good escape roots. Out the window there is a flowerbed and garden. I myself am in a soft bed. Tucked in tight by a light blue sheet. The rest of the room a darker shade of blue contrasting nicely with the sky outside, which was a dull grey/blue. Around the rooms there are few ornaments or pictures suggesting that this is a guest room. There is one painting though, of a man under an umbrella over the fireplace. I push away the sheet and sit up slowly, hissing against the pain that occurs all down my body. "Good to see that you're up Harry. But really you should rest some more" says a voice from left. I swivel my head to see Remus leaning against the doorframe. I smile weakly searching my mind or something to say. Remus now has entered the room and is sitting on the edge of the bed. "Harry" he says softly, then looking at me "what happened?" I gulp and remember why I came here in the first place. I look out the window and nod towards number 4 Privet (sp?) drive. Then look towards the floor trying not to make eye contact with him. "What happened there, Harry? Why don't you tell me?" I could feel his eyes searching for mine. I looked at him, my mouth dry, the corners of my eyes stinging with tears about to erupt. "He hit me Moony, it hurt s-so much." A silent tear escaped the corner of my eye. I flung my arms around him and held him close he was my lifeline. I had tried for weeks to escape my house just to get across the street to Mrs. Figg's to tell them. I had made it, alive.
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