I do not own any of J.K.Rowlings characters or ideas. If something sounds
similar it is completely coincidental.
By reading this you have now entered my disturbed world. Enjoy.
Because there's no getting out!((
He couldn't hear, he couldn't smell. He couldn't move. Motionless in the
shadowy apartment, staring at his blood drenched hands. His crumpled
body, soaked and smelling of body fluids, paralysed on the desolate
wooden floor. His sight began to waver. And his mind delved deep into the darkness. Harry Potter woke up in bed, panting and his body drenched in sweat.
His scar was burning in distress. His mind, aching with regret. Harry flung
the window open. The midnight air. Frosting his hot, slick skin.
The freezing air burnt his nostrils. The moonlight impaling the darkness in
his room. A single cold tear trickled down his cheek. He wanted out.
Harry stared deep into the distance. Slowly blinking until his eyes closed.
And he slowly buckled onto the floor. Sound asleep under the window, with
the breeze ruffling his darkened hair.
He couldn't hear, he couldn't smell. He couldn't move. Motionless in the
shadowy apartment, staring at his blood drenched hands. His crumpled
body, soaked and smelling of body fluids, paralysed on the desolate
wooden floor. His sight began to waver. And his mind delved deep into the darkness. Harry Potter woke up in bed, panting and his body drenched in sweat.
His scar was burning in distress. His mind, aching with regret. Harry flung
the window open. The midnight air. Frosting his hot, slick skin.
The freezing air burnt his nostrils. The moonlight impaling the darkness in
his room. A single cold tear trickled down his cheek. He wanted out.
Harry stared deep into the distance. Slowly blinking until his eyes closed.
And he slowly buckled onto the floor. Sound asleep under the window, with
the breeze ruffling his darkened hair.