I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah.
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The room allowed not a single beam of light to penetrate. It was cold, damp, and uncomfortable in general. Prisoners usually weren't given the best of luxuries however, and it didn't surprise Harry he was in such a situation. He had been taken captive not three days ago.
Or so he thought.
"What actually do I remember?" Harry whispered to himself.
After an extended period, he finally began to piece together what he had forgotten. Something odd had happened. Something not entirely natural....
Harry slipped back into unconsciousness.
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"Hurry up or we'll be late to class!"
"Yeah Ron, whatever you say"
Managing to make it to the class before Snape, Harry and Ron quickly sat in their usual seats, next to their friend Hermione.
"Nearly late again? You both should really try to plan ahead or something, we've already lost too many points over this."
Harry let out a sigh, he was really starting to care less about the points gained or lost by his house, Gryffindor.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he replied.
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"NO! Please! Make it stop!"
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"Not that I care what happened to him, but where the bloody hell is Snape? He's nearly thirty minutes late!" Ron asked without really expecting an answer.
He didn't get one.
Harry looked up. He had nearly fallen asleep.
"Something is wrong..." he said without thinking.
"What do you mean Harry?" asked Ron.
"I feel....cold"
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It was such a beautiful place. The green field. The most wonderful of flowers surrounded him. Harry was on his back, letting his face soak in the sunlight. He didn't care where he was, he didn't care why he was here. All that mattered was that he was here. Alone. Harry realized something.
"I don't want to be alone, not now, not ever."
Harry opened his eyes, he was back in the room. Alone.
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The room allowed not a single beam of light to penetrate. It was cold, damp, and uncomfortable in general. Prisoners usually weren't given the best of luxuries however, and it didn't surprise Harry he was in such a situation. He had been taken captive not three days ago.
Or so he thought.
"What actually do I remember?" Harry whispered to himself.
After an extended period, he finally began to piece together what he had forgotten. Something odd had happened. Something not entirely natural....
Harry slipped back into unconsciousness.
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"Hurry up or we'll be late to class!"
"Yeah Ron, whatever you say"
Managing to make it to the class before Snape, Harry and Ron quickly sat in their usual seats, next to their friend Hermione.
"Nearly late again? You both should really try to plan ahead or something, we've already lost too many points over this."
Harry let out a sigh, he was really starting to care less about the points gained or lost by his house, Gryffindor.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he replied.
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"NO! Please! Make it stop!"
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"Not that I care what happened to him, but where the bloody hell is Snape? He's nearly thirty minutes late!" Ron asked without really expecting an answer.
He didn't get one.
Harry looked up. He had nearly fallen asleep.
"Something is wrong..." he said without thinking.
"What do you mean Harry?" asked Ron.
"I feel....cold"
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It was such a beautiful place. The green field. The most wonderful of flowers surrounded him. Harry was on his back, letting his face soak in the sunlight. He didn't care where he was, he didn't care why he was here. All that mattered was that he was here. Alone. Harry realized something.
"I don't want to be alone, not now, not ever."
Harry opened his eyes, he was back in the room. Alone.
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