Addiction.
Deep down Harry harboured an obsession. He couldn't help it; starting from when he was ten years old he had loved them. Bright and colourful, an oasis of dreams hidden inside a small black box. Harry could forget himself inside them; delve in to their world. Pac-man, legacy of kain, Mega-mutilation 2. Video games. His aunt hated it, his cousin more but what could he do? He was addicted.
Harry didn't go to school anymore, didn't want to save the world from the dangers of Lord Voldemort. The ministry could handle that. As long as he kept playing crash Bandicoot everything would be fine.
'Jump Cortex!'
But the people, weren't they dieing?
'Jeez Coco go a little faster!'
Ron and Hermione, where were they?
'Crash run!'
Was he going to spend the rest of his life like this?
'High score! Every time!'
For the first time in months Harry's eyes flickered away from the TV and looked at the rest of the room. Hobnob packets, banana peels and a stack of electric bills that Uncle Vernon was freaking out over. Was he going to die like this? In front of a play station?
Harry stood up, joints creaking from months of barely any use.
'No. I won't die like this' Tears came to Harry's eyes; he had finally beaten his addiction. To Uncle Vernon's joy Harry stepped outside on to the street. The wind hit him and Harry shivered, breathing in the frosty polluted air he smiled, never before had he felt so good.
Well that was it please find your way back to the parking lot using the front and rear exits. r+r