He was running as fast as his legs could take him; his heart was ready to leap out of his throat as his lungs banged against his ribcage, but the only thing on his mind was that he had to get as far away from that place. That evil, evil place. He shuddered. He couldn't stop now. It was absolutely imperative to get away from that place. He didn't feel the branches of the forest as they lashed against his skin and drew blood. The only thing that mattered was putting distance between him and from where he had escaped. Blood dripped into his eyes and he shook his head impatiently, trying to clear his eyes. There was no time to stop and wipe his face or take care of his wounds. It was more important to be away. He couldn't go back, no, he wouldn't go back. He would rather die than be there again, wizarding world be damned.
Oh, the horrors he had seen. Unspeakable madness. Terrible atrocities. His friends wouldn't be able to understand. Seamen talk of seeing the kraken. Well if this wasn't the kraken, he didn't know what could be. He would rather take on a real life kraken. He had a sinking feeling that he would be more likely to survive going against a kraken than by staying in that place. Somehow, he had escaped. And now he was running with nowhere left to go…
A/N: This was originally started as a writing prompt turned parody when my friend and I were bored in study hall but I realized that I could turn this into a credible story. I'll continue if people like it or I'll just leave it as a parody! Please read and review!