Dudley And The Dementors
the coldness was indescribable ( it was almost like it started in his heart and fanned out through the rest of his body) the way his ears kept switching between the real world and the swishing sound inside his head reminded him of having water in them after swimming lessons, for the first time in his life Dudley longed to hold on to the sound of his cousins voice.
"Dudley... what... ever... keep ...mouth ...shut"
"HARRY" his subconscious was screaming the name, Dudley could hear the terror in his voice as he shouted the name in his head, but his body felt like it had descended into some sort of Catatonic state. the mist and fog continued to swirl around him and then something more terrifying then the extreme feeling of total loss of all motor skills happened, Dudley felt his torso rise slightly from the ground and slowly his head tipped back, the sound of the outside world was silenced completely, the isolation, the cold and images of his parents enjoyment as they punished, bullied and mistreated a small boy with dark black hair and bright green eyes, why hadn't he seen it before why hadn't he stopped them, why had he basked in the glow in their eyes as they chuckled at him when he joined in. He could sense his mouth slowly opening while all hope and happiness seeped out of him, this is how I'm going to die with my body being manipulated like a marionette by some kind of unseen macabre puppeteer while i see my parents as they truly are.. tormenters of that little boy with green eyes. The image of Harry's small face his voice desperately trying to explain to his aunt "I'm sorry i don't know how it grew back so quick, it just happened ... like..i don't know...like magic" then watching his father grabbing harry by his arm and throwing him into the cupboard under the stairs screaming at him "stay in there...and shut your mouth" Dudley could feel his subconscious shouting again "no dad... leave him alone...he can't help it "he had to do something to stop them, something to make harry realise that they were wrong... and that he was sorry for being just like them, then from the back of Dudley's mind a memory began to force its way forward
"Dudley..." Harry's voice " whatever... keep ...mouth ...shut" yes... yes of course harry was here with him... harry was trying to help him..., loud as a bell inside his head the memory of Harry's words rang out "Dudley... whatever... keep ...mouth ...shut"
with a reflex action Dudley's mouth clamped shut and slowly he realized he could see the blurred outline of harry pointing his wand at the air above Dudley, suddenly silver light streamed out of his wand and streaked towards him for the briefest of moments Dudley thought it looked like a angel swooping towards him, coming to cut his strings, set him free and scoop the puppeteer away as the angel swept over him he felt warmth and brightness fill him and as the relief rose though him a comforting darkness wrapped round him as he passed out