He sat and stared with conviction, at the wall ahead of him, naked as he was drenched in could sweat and rain. The sound of thunder crashed against they sky interrupting his thoughts as his head snapped up towards the sky.
'Lousy way to be' he thought to himself a small unnoticeable frown tainting his face. He let his head fall back to the wall as he tried to control the anger of his life even now in the position he was in.
He watched the inevitable fall of Albus Dumbledore. Then he saw the murderous rape and disposal of his brown haired friend Hermione granger and the suicide of Ron Weasley, his best mate.
Cars passed above the tunnel as he felt the vibrations befriend the chill as it hitched a ride to his bones. He felt every part of his body spasm as his vision became blurry and nausea toke control of his head. It began to worsen and his vision turn black as he felt the squeezing if his body through a tube, which he only ever associated with apparition, as he tried to blink away the ebony depths he was falling into.
Suddenly he hit wood floor as he fell in to a laying position his body spasmed even further and it became unbearable painful to move. Voices echoed around as he seemed to recover from the temporary blindness that infected him.
"Sam! Quick in keep everyone else out. Molly, call Dumbledore and Pomfrey!" he recognized the voice as his dead godfathers, but played it off as a trick of his mind.
He felt hands on his nude body as the water was spelled away. A disastrous noise was emitted outside the room as yelling could be heard.
"Can you hear me?" The voice immediately to his right, which claimed the hands that continued to check his body, spoke up. He didn't notice anything other then the excrutionating pain he was being put through. It was inevitable that he would pass out, but he remained strong and turned his head.
The first thing he noticed was the long and blond hair as her head turn with her analytical eyes, which with enough effort he was able to tell were the color of a bright blue sky. It wasn't often that he had got to see such a color.
"We need to get him off the floor, Sam."
"Of course, help me I cant lift him up alone." He immediately felt the hover like effects of the Wingodium leviosa lift him off the floor before he deposited onto a cushion like material.
He felt the effects of the nausea take him as things turned black and everything turned dark. He felt completely alone as the sadness of reality finally caught up with him. This was how it was always going to be…A Dream.