Delusional
He looked at the stick, a bemused expression on his face, it confused him, yet the light brownish tinge was somewhat attractive. An appeal that reached deep down to his core. He let his fingers glide across its rough surface, felt the tiny indents of past lives, feeling a faint groove that ran down the center. He felt a shiver reach down his spine, as the coolness stretched like a connective fiber into the pad of his finger. He pondered for a moment and then placed the small fragile piece of wood back on the padded floor. Knowing that something had left him forever, he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he knew it was gone.
His eye's were quite glazed as he looked out of a small window set out before him. Frost was whittled across it like a spiders tenacious legs, and he grasped the bars of the window, sending a chill through his hand, but it didn't matter.
London was stretched before him like a postage stamp, something distant, something not quite there, tucked away in a corner. He felt as if he held some allegiance to the city; but he didn't know where it came from. He pulled away from the lights and slid down the side of the wall, feeling the light fluff of the walls on his back.
Something itched on his head, it had always been there though, and regardless of this he began to tear at it. His fingernails digging bloody strips from his forehead, the itch still not satisfied and the pain farther away from his mind than his body.
He didn't feel the arms subdue him, or the restraints tighten around his arms, or the name called quietly across a vast ocean, and he was back at Hogwarts, flying over the endless turrets on a gently carved broomstick feeling every turn pulse against his hands.
In the darkness of the Insane Asylum a boy began to smile as the drug induced coma began to pump furiously through his veins.
AN: So All you folks know who the poor insane child is right? So tell me what you think. This is the first Harry Potter Story I have written, so lets see how good you Harry Potter writers are!! ( Oh, and if you fellows want to loose any shred of modesty, please in good mind, tell me to read your story and proclaim it amazing, because I love to read your ideas)
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