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Title: Lost Souls Forever

Summary: "I'm taking you home Gin..." he says quietly, "we're going home..." She gazes at him blankly, before turning her head slowly back to the wall. "Harry ..."

He walks slowly down the long, white, hall closed doors on each side of him, numbered like prison cells, each of his footsteps echoing loudly, disturbing the silence of the air. A piece of paper is clutched tightly in his clammy hand, but he is oblivious to anything, except his search, along the doors for a number. His number. The number written down by a gruff looking old wizard not 5 minutes ago. The number that will change his life. His breathing is harsh and shallow, he tries to breathe deeply and calm himself down, but it's no use.

Stopping suddenly, he looks at a door, all he can see, ahead or behind, are the same doors, and the endless corridor. What is so different about this door? It has his number on it. The number that he constantly thinks about, the number that represents so much pain, the reason why his heart aches every day. He stands at the door, hesitantly, one hand resting on the doorknob, trying to pick up the courage to finally enter, the courage he uses every day, by just getting out of bed, if indeed he went to bed in the first place. With a deep breath he turns the knob and pushes, the creak echoes menacingly down the silent corridor.

The room is bare, impersonal, four white, clean, surgically scrubbed walls, there is no window, no link to the outside world. The air is still. Warm, but still. The room is an empty canvas except for a long bed, white sheets, white frame, but then, a sign of colour. Of dull red hair lying on a dull white pillow, lifeless, nothing compared to what it used to be, he remembered it well, like autumn leaves falling from trees, red, gold, shining magnificently in the fading light of summer. But now, it was as if those same leaves were rotting on the ground where they used to gaze so haughtily from their lofty heights. Winter had come.

Yet despite her presence, the room is still empty. Empty of emotion. Empty of life. He walks slowly, hesitantly towards the bed; trying desperately to keep a loud sob in his constricted throat. As he gets closer, he can see the occupant of this particular room clearly. A young woman. She is lying on her back, staring at the wall. But she is not seeing the wall; she does not see this blank room at all.

Her long hair, once a fiery, bouncy red, is now lifeless, long, lank, and dull. Her skin is waxy and pale, stretched too tightly over sharpened cheekbones; lips, once so full; red and smiling are cracked, a tinge of blue surrounds them. Her body is small; delicate and frail, unmoving.

The sob is released from his throat, he cannot help it, to see one so alive have been brought so low. She turns her head slowly at the sound, as if the weight on her shoulders is too much for her to move. Her eyes, once shining and dancing, wherever she looked were dead. Dead brown eyes. There is no spark, to suggest who she was before she came to this place. She looks into his eyes, a brief flicker of life, of hope, then nothing, he could have sworn it was an illusion, but he would hope not. Because hope would be the only thing that kept them going.

He sinks into a chair next to the bed, his weak legs threatening to give up, his heart pounding so loudly he thinks he can hear the thuds echoing throughout the room. He reaches slowly towards the bed for her bony hand, which is lying delicately over the white coverlet, He holds her hand for a few seconds, rejoicing in the touch, before bringing it up to his face and kissing it softly:

"I'm taking you home Gin..." he says quietly, "we're going home..."

She gazes at him blankly, before turning her head slowly back to the wall, cracked lips open slightly:

"Harry ..."

I know it's a bit short! You'll find out more in the next chapter, but I'm not giving away everything at once!

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