hello- I think this story has great potential however I have a hard time sticking with... Well anything. So if you like this story so far please be patient in your wait for the next chapter. Thanks for having faith. (English is not my first language and I'd appreciate any comments on the grammar and just use of general phrases and wether they are correct And how I could improve. Thank you)
Disclaimer: however hard I wish I will never be J.K. nor W.B. and will never own the Harry Potter franchise.
"Darling your shaking!" That's the last thing I hear. I need to get away. If I don't ill hurt someone, again. I need to stop breathing.. I need the pain in my head to scream.. I need it to wake me. My true self, my normal self. The self which everyone knows, the me who will think twice before even swatting at a fly. The one who loves and cherishes the little things. My original Harry. With my heart beat the only sound, I stand. I stand up and move a leg, however the leg never touches the floor like it was meant to. I levitate exactly 2 inches of the ground. I see the shadowy wings flapping, but not moving me. I lean forward and get out of there at full speed. My heart beating in the same rhythm it always has, puts me off, it's like it never changes even in the most nerve wrecking situations. As if im not human, not worth to have a normal heart. Not good enough to be fully functioning. Not good enough to feel the beat instead of hearing it. I fly through the full corridors above everyone now. I see them shake, hug themselves, curl into their jumpers with the surprising cold that has just attacked them. The cold from my ever-beating heart. The cold that my shadow brings everywhere. The cold which can kill. Wants to kill. I turn a few corners, my heart beat not quieting, my shadow not warming up, and fly up some stair cases. I finally see the bare wall. No door, no window, no painting hung upon it. I close my eyes and the shadowy wings fly three times back and forth in front of the wall. When the shadows bring me back to the middle of the wall I open my eyes. Apart from the dead shadows and the floating souls I see a door. The door is large and coloured in light turquoise colour. Most of it is just the texture of the natural heavy wood it's made of, however around the edge of the door a 3d swirling pattern is made from a metal. The metal is a rusty in colour not painted, never painted. The handle is the same in the right hand side of the door. Finally the shadows drop me and I land on my feet without bending My legs. Just like always. I smile and put my hand out. However not t touch the handle, my palm is facing upwards. I stand still and wait, smile not leaving my lips. I have nothing to frown about other than my heart beat drowning out any sound. I stand following one dark shadow with my eyes, my hand not moving at all. This one is interesting. It's as darker than any other one i have seen but the blackness of its gas like body is so dense it stands out f all the others. In all the greyness it seems to glow. I stare at its dementor like body while it floats in front of me. It's faceless head turns to me and it cocks its head to the side almost as if it can see me, as if it can study me with the interest it's showing now. I know it's stuck. If no one can save it, it will just become another dementor. It will be as evil as them all, but... It's seem a little too humane for my liking. It seems to be genuinely curious, which at this stage in their ,Ives is never a good thing. Suddenly it's head moves. It looks left and then right, them behind it as if checking that nobody can see it. I copy its movements assuring myself that all the shadows and souls are preoccupied. They're just floating along, not paying attention to me, the human they see almost everyday. I didnt know why but I release a sigh of relief. And I hear a similar noise in from of me. I turn back to see the shadow releasing it self from what looked like being tense. It's very surprising, but the rhythm ringing in my ears does not change it's pace for the slightest.
The shadow slowly circles my hand all the while "looking" at me. It the looks down and slowly places itself atop my palm. It feels as if a slight breezes was to sit in my hand, some of it seeping through the cracks between my fingers. Not moving my arm I step forward bringing the shadow closer to myself. It cringes(?) but doesn't move any more. I want to say something but it probably wouldn't understand me anyway. I want to know its story, how it became this. Why its different, why it caught my eye. I want to know... But my heartbeat is too laud to concentrate on anything but getting rid of it. I gently move my hand up not really wanting to let this little one go. Gingerly it picks up from my palm, and flouts a few inches above it. I see it hesitating, it doesn't want to leave me either. However all i can think about is relieving my self of this darkness around me. I open my mouth but close it quickly knowing that nothing good will come out anyway. I slowly move my arm down and forward, this time for the handle. Suddenly the shadowy party of me doesn't look as bad. No more its a depressive state that I can't wait to leave behind. No more I hate knowing that at least once in each day, the shadows will surround me again. Now I feel a little hope that tomorrow I won't be alone going through this. Like a little companion wit me to remind me where I was going. To remind me that the shadows are not going to be there with me forever and that even in the darkest parts of everyone there's a little light. Flickering, and turning off at points but always there. Always in the power of the one whom its inside, and that they always have the choice of keeping it alight.
I close my eyes and sigh. I don't want to leave now, not because suddenly I enjoyed the weird new...friend. More because I wanted to make sure it will be safe, that it won't bleed over to the darkness around. To make sure it will be here tomorrow. However I can't do much about anything so I open my eyes and grab the handle, pushing it down. I shove the heavy door forward and step in. Turning around to close it I see the shadow tracing my moves with its faceless head. It's stops moving when I do and once again cocks its head. I can no longer bear the pounding in my eardrums . I shut the door in front of the shadow feeling not just a little bit a lot of guilt flowing up my being.
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