Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the laptop on which I am writing.
AN: A drabble! Done in five minutes, wasn't going to do it, but the bunny would've eaten one of my ears.
Harry's POV
Between episodes of consciousness I barely realized my surroundings. The weight of these newly-found burdens are solid rocks in my heart. I and only I am responsible for the death of every family member and friend I ever had; whether they be dead or still hopefully but unfortunately alive. Every moment I spend in the darkness I know that they are suffering because of my fleeting physical peace. Soon that will all be over. My brain will retaliate and kick in. Though selfishly I pray that I will remain in this coma for ever or die from it. I sicken myself with these thoughts. My friends who I love are probably bursting with worry at this present time, though I do hope they chose to remain hidden.
Cruel voices pass in the bitter winds. It's ethereal sound cursing these monsters. I leap into a mental serenade with it. There hideous words, spiteful laughs and taunts. I hear a broken voice. One of a man trying desperately to live. I recognize him. My only true guardian. Sirius. My eyes flicker open to the dull world. A cell, muddy, cold and dank. My hands and feet are chained crudely to a metal panel; clothes ripped; shoes missing; blood everywhere. I vehemently tilled my head to the side. Sirius is in the same position as I, though Death Eaters are scolding him with hot rods; wands brandishing fire; knifes and daggers. I whimper silently, truthfully not wanting them to know I am conscious, now that I am their fun is just beginning; my pain.
AN: I'm sorta thinking that I should write a bit more to go with this, but it doesn't matter at the moment I'm more concerned with my other stories! Love it, hate it, thinks its ok, tell me.