Authors note: This is my first fic, written in a 4am finals induced madness. I am not really sure where I'm going with it, and I'm wicked unreliable with updates, but I promise to crank something out if it appears the masses are enjoying it. Please do let me know if you enjoy my writing, it means a great deal to me!
Chapter One: Crash Into MeIt keeps coming in these flashes of red, Harry tried to turn his head to emphasize the whispers. Flashes of red, he urgently moved his lips while voices swarmed around him, slowly blurring more and more as if he was underwater. One of them stood out to him, almost singing in soft tones, and had he been able to understand what it articulated, he would have heard, "Hold on Harry, Hold on."
And there came the memory of this mother's voice, clear as a lark. She sang to him a sweet song, a warm song, cradling him in the warmth of her breast, and all he knew was warmth, and her voice. She smiled. "Harry." And then she tensed, and held him tighter, and then the screaming… All he could hear was the screaming, and the red as her life poured out of her.
Movement. Harry gurgled, lurching out of the memory- the world around him was moving, fast. Or perhaps he was moving within the world? He couldn't tell, but the persistent rumbling beneath him, the occasional shaking of his body as they hit a bump. He became acutely aware of pain radiating from every point of his body, but especially his chest. Flashes of red, do you hear me? I can only see the flashes of red. It was urgent, this message, he had to tell them.
And he slid into a memory of red, as his wand and body glowed with iron heat, contrasting the bright green emanating from Voldemort. Once again the two wizards stood, faces etched with concentration, sweat beading down sickly green skin, and into emerald green eyes. A war raged around them, but for these two wizards, in this very moment, there was deathly silence as the fates held their breath. And then a flash of red, and Harry, with a shout, overpowered the Dark Lord, and with one wail, it was done.
Warmth. His body was suddenly engulfed in magic. He struggled against it for a moment, until, wearily, he submitted, desperate to fall asleep and into the darkness, desperate to escape the red. A shape moved above him, something light against the stark white ceiling, pale skin and pale hair and a white coat, and was that a wand? No matter, it disappeared again, leaving only the pale hair and pale skin, as Harry slipped away again.
Her hair was so red. He remembered it pooled across the pillow some mornings, stroking it as he watched her slumber. He remembered it shielding her face as she shook in grief as the first child miscarried. He remembered it sweeping out of the door behind her when she told him she was leaving. He remembered finding it in their sheets and in their home the next week, and crumpling with the grief of losing her. He remembered leaving his entire home, only to get away from her red, red hair, and moving out to muggle London, where she had never been, and he could forget.
Pain. There was so much pain. Harry arched, keening, but found he was unable to move or speak. The world looked and sounded like it was underwater, he was confused and it hurt to think about it. A voice, this time clearer. "Can you hear me Harry?" A gurgle in response, "Harry James Potter, you idiot!" Harry recognized the tender sneer at the end of the phrase as his hearing sharpened to it. "What were you doing in muggle London? I thought you were dead! You prat! And driving a motorcycle, without a helmet? Do you have a deathwish? I swear to you, I am going to bring you back, you are not getting off this easy. You are not getting off this easy. Idiot." The blond muttered and grumbled, almost sure that his unconscious charge couldn't hear or understand a word he was saying.