this is my first fic. please enjoy and review. :) thanks!-Dianna Delos Hunter
disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Part 1
RIP 9\11 victoms
Harry's POV
Darkness.
It surrounds me. Not begaining and not ending.
With darkness comes the pain.
As the pain consumes me I remember no more.
How did today get like this?
It was supost to be fun.
It was about 1 and a half mouths after my 5th birthday.
Uncle Vernon got a permotion and we went to New York City. On the mrning of Septemper 11th, I was on the 10th floor of the 1st twin tower. My family was at the 3rd floor clinic to get Dudley a Band-aid. He had fallen his morning ad got a scrape on his knee.
I was siting on a rolling chair when I felt the bilding and heard a loud crash. Then I heard the screaming. I had no idea what was going on. I did what my aunt and Uncle told me to do. They said to stay in the chair and I did. Then about 10 to 20 min. Later people began to run past me to the stairs.
Then I thought "whats happening?".Then I listined to what they were screaming. They said that a plane hit the tower. I thought "Do I want to die?". I didn`t know then but no,' I don`t want to die. At that second I began to run. Then I heard crumbleing sound. It was the bilding falling!
I ran faster than I eer thought I could. I was desperate to get to the stairs.I then heard a mans voice. "Is anyone up here?" He screamed. His voice was low and masculine.
"Yes!" I screamed,my voice riseing in fear,"Over here!"
"Just fallow my voice." he said.
I then ran toward his voice. I knew if I didn't I wouldn't get out. I had to get out. So I ran. I then felt him pick me up. "I got ya." He said sothingly as he ran down the stairs.
Then I heard more crumbleing. A large piece of ruble hit me and him. He then fell to the floor and we were covered in ruble.
It felt like forever until someone found us. I was in so much pain, mostly in my leg. Then someone found us and I passed out.
When I woke up I was in a white room. A woman in a blue pants and shirt came in. I then relised I was in a hospital. I didn't hurt anymore. That was I could not feel my right leg anymore. Not so good.
The woman came over to me. "What happened?" I asked "And where is my family?".
" I don't know where your family is. I am sorry. On the 11th 2 planes were hijackedand drove into the twin towers. 2 other planes were hijacked. One was drove into the pentagon. The other was almost landed by the passengers but it insted crashed in a field in Pensilvania." she explained.
"What happened to me?" I asked.
" My dear I am so sorry to tell you this but ... you lost your right leg to right under your knee." she said sadly.
I stared at her then began to cry. I knew from then on nothing would be the same.