Down with the Sickness
By BlackDragonSoul
A Harry Potter fan fiction
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing…
It was almost pitch black in my room. My window was open, allowing the summer breeze inside my smoldering room. Sweat glistened my body, my sheets thrown aside. The heat was stifling, but I paid it no mind.
I was staring at the moon. That was all I cared about. The blackness of the sky and the pale, cool moon shining through.
I had woken up in the middle of the night, overheated and restless. I paced my room like a caged animal, Hedwig watching warily from her perch. I must have frightened her, acting so oddly. But I couldn't help it. My body felt so energetic and exhausted at the same time. The pacing did nothing to ease the feeling, so I ended up back on my bed. Sprawled out in only my boxers now, I lay still and stare up at my beautiful moon.
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Every night it's like this. The heat, the restlessness, the exhaustion. My body is aching, my muscles cramping. My joints are stiff and my skin feels tight. I lay the back of my hand to my forehead and feel heat and sweat. I'm sick…I must be.
But the days are worse. I cant stand the sun, the brightness. I gnaws at me, like its burning my very skin from my bones. It's terrifying, and I find myself spending more and more time in my room. And then there's my relatives. My aunt and uncle with their usual ways of making my life hell. My anger rises so quickly these days that I fear I might do something dreadful.
But I can't…help it.
One word sends my over the edge. I snap at them, my mind and body tense with fury and a desire to hurt. I'm afraid…afraid of me. There's something wrong. Very wrong. Its getting worse, I can feel it. Inside me, growing stronger.
I sit up and stretch in a futile attempt to ease away the stress in my muscles. Sweat drips from my nose to my pillow and I wipe more away from my face. Bloody hell I'm burning up. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. This disease wont go away.
I look down at my hands and realize I'm shaking. I take a deep breath and immediately feel dizzy. Groaning, I wrap my arms around my trembling body and bring my knees up. My skin stretches, as if too small for my body. I'm panting, I can't breathe. Gods, what's wrong with me?
Suddenly the room is too small. The walls are too close. I'm trapped, oh God I have to get out. But I can't move. My limbs are too sore. It's too hot, why is it so hot? Why I can't I breathe?
I lift my head, panting heavily. I hurt, everything hurts. My vision is swimming, my head aching. I feel like I'm melting…
Like I'm drowning…
My head hits my pillow and the last thing I see is the moon…
TBC(?)...
Me: It's very short. Just a prologue for an idea I've since the 5th book. So Half Blood and Deathly Hollows never happened. This is an H/D slash, but there's also a story :) It's been a while since I've written anything. But i decided to try this out. Tell me what you think. Should I contintue?