The Falling
By Jonathon Dewey
Chapter 1: Unconscious
Summer had come and gone. On September 1st, Harry would be heading back to Hogwarts.
"Today's the 30th. Two more days…." Harry whispered to himself softly.
He looked over at the clock on his bedside table. 2:59.
Now that he thought about it, he was pretty tired. His eyes were sore and unfocused. Harry blinked several times in quick succession.
As he took his glasses off, he thought he saw a dark figure through his window. He was too tired to investigate. He rolled over on his side, watching the clock turn 3:00 before he closed his eyes….
He had barely laid his head back down on his pillow when he heard whispering.
"Harry! Harry! Are you up there? Are you awake?"
A voice was calling for him somewhere. He quickly put his glasses on and turned his lamp off.
Harry looked around for the source of the whispering, but couldn't seem to find where it was coming from. His eyes fell on the window.
It was open….
As he tiptoed toward the window, Harry saw a faint outline of what looked like a head.
It was silhouetted against the moonlight. The figure was wearing a black mask over their face, with no holes for eyes, but only for the mouth.
And just as he was about to scream, the figure cried, "Silencio!"
At the exact same time, a voice behind him screamed, "Evada Kedav-" but was suddenly cut off.
A sharp pain entered the small of Harry's back, something burnt the top of his right ear, and a cool swish of feathery silver splashed his face.
The fourth impact, a heavy blow to the back of his head, made his eyes stream.
As Harry fell to the floor, blinded by color and flashes of light, the masked figure swooped through the open window.
Harry's face hit the floor tremendously.
He fell unconscious.