Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JK Rowling's, The Matrix is The Wachowski Brothers'.
His eyes hurt.
'Take me with you,' Those grey eyes said. Pleading, yet holding back.
He really couldn't open them, the lights were too bright.
"What is the Matrix?" A question from eons and eons ago, the hand extended, inviting and –in the strangest sense – forbidding.
Voices. Fuzzy. Around him. He couldn't understand it.
"Harry, don't go… Harry he looks dangerous…
"Harry…"
He grasped the arm firmly. An ascent began. No broom, how strange.
"Harry, can you hear me?"
The screaming brown eyed girl blurred out of vision. The vast green grounds and blue reflecting lake blurred into a choice.
And in its place…
"Light… hurts my eyes."
"It's fine," a deep voice voiced in, "It is the first time you use them."
"Am I dead? Did Voldemort..?"
"No, you are anything but dead. Don't worry about all that now."
Someone had told him not to worry. For the first time in four years, he really allowed Voldemort to skip over and leave his mind.