I looked around the small, dirty cupboard. The closet had practically nothing, only consisting of several things that I didn't really look into much. There were dusty books ought to fall apart soon, barely filled pens, a small blanket, and something I've never really noticed before. A latch. It wasn't locked but after a bit of looking and opening the entry, I found it could be locked on the inside. Not bothering to really look into the latch, I closed it. I then proceeded to cover it with the old blanket.
I then quickly looked toward the farthest corner, in the left, that I had put a barely noticeable clock at. If you had looked through the cupboard door, you wouldn't see the clock anywhere near it. I crawled over to the clock, adjusting my crooked glasses along the way. Once I could actually read what the clock said, I smiled lightly. It was the first of July, seeing as the clock had finally turned to midnight. I had only thirty-one days to go until my birthday, which I was waiting patiently for. Should I do extra chores around the house so that I don't get a terrible beating on my special day? Perhaps I should make a more delicious meal for dinner then? Or maybe I could do more stuff to help the garden, to please Petunia? Or, maybe I could-
I sucked in a deep breath, shocked at the newfound pain in my arms. I hadn't expected it, but it didn't hurt too badly. As if luck just wasn't on my side, or I had jinxed myself, the pain intensified by exactly thrice the amount before. Then, as if it needed to, the pain swept through my entire 142 cm. (4'8) body. It felt as though a truck had run over me, and then backed up to make sure the job was done. I began to pant as the pain seemed to somehow spread out, even more, causing far greater pain than Dudley and Vernon combined.
My head began to feel as though it was being split in half, before being filled with hot metal that just wouldn't cool down. IN fact, that 'metal' seemed to heat up more, causing me to begin to groan a bit. My muscles seemed to tense and un-tense repeatedly, confused on what to do. MY arms and legs felt sore and, if I moved them, saws were being pressed unto every single inch of my body.
My back then began to feel the pain that travelled from my head, except it was a bit harsher but slower. It was like being forced to sit down on the wooden triangle naked (yeah the torture method we all know and love). Except, it was your back being pushed onto the sharp triangle before lifting up. After being lifted up, you're forced back down rougher than the kast; causing a great deal of pain to suddenly come to life.
After my back was done choosing to break apart, my legs, feet, arms, and hands were suddenly on fire. I turned over slowly, albeit painfully, to quickly put part of the blanket into my mouth. I clenched my teeth around the soft material, allowing my groans to become louder. My appendages felt as though the pain was caressing them, and I believe it left marks.
Finally, after what felt like centuries (although it was mere minutes in actuality), the pain subsided and I was brought into an unconscious state of mind.
I opened my eyes and realized I was looking upward at a white ceiling. I sat up and scanned the place I was in. It was all white, with no doors or windows whatsoever. There was a bed, a bedside table, an armchair, and huge bookshelf of books, however. I slowly stood up and walked over to the fluffy looking armchair, and slowly sat down on the chair. It was, indeed, fluffy and comfortable.
"Hello, Hadrian." A man appeared right in front of me right as he greeted - me?
"Hello, sir." I greeted back politely, feeling intimidated by his appearance. He had chestnut coloured eyes, with a pale complexion. He also had a tall height, along with dark brown hair that seemed to reach his shoulders. "Who are you?"
"Why I am Death, but please call me Louis." De- Louis stated simply, smiling broadly at me. HIs pearly white teeth were so straight, and unflawed, it was unbelievable! I shyly smiled back, before looking around once more.
"Where am I?"
"You are in your mind, which has made this little room because it suits you as of right now," Louis answered, spreading is arms about to appear as though he was welcoming me here. "I brought you into your unconsciousness because of what has happened.
"Oh. Why did I feel that - pain?" I questioned slowly, staring right into his eyes from experience.
"That was your mind, soul, magic, and forms fighting for control. They are at peace right now, but you must control these aspects of yourself. Which is one of the reasons why I brought you here."
"Oh, can we start then? I'd like to know this stuff and how to control because I haven't been able to do it."
"Yes, we can start. Right now, time doesn't exist. We can spend centuries in here, but when we bring you back to your world and time, it'll be back to the point where you finished transforming."
"Well, let's start then! I want to know how to control my 'aspect's!" I pouted, faking my anger as he just laughed - scratch that, giggled at my antics. I smiled again, and then he told me to sit down.
