A maelstrom of colors. Blindingly oppressive, it was all I could do to keep my mind ordered and somewhat calm.
Sweaty palms.
Losing my grip. (If I ever had one, on anything for that matter.)
Black.
I know, I know, it's so short, but please. I am trying to write a story here.
Quick Question: What do you think has happened to Harry? (And yes, it is him.)
Answer in your Reviews!
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