Firstly, I wish to thank every single one of the people who favorited and followed my story. I posted it, expecting nothing. You all, with your interest in my story, have made me really happy. So thank you all. I'll try to update as fast as can! ^^
I also want to make a point to the person who reviewed my story, anonymously. If you have something to say, say it with your account, and don't be a coward. I wrote this story when i was really depressed. It's a topic I like writing about (suicide), as I relate a lot to it. I CLEARLY wrote "Warning: contains mention of suicide" or something like that, as the description of this story. If you don't like it, just don't freaking read it. Sorry for the mini rant, people who actually followed this. i'll begin the story now.
~Mrs. Abi Taemin Lee
Harry fell backwards, her hair flying forward, the wind carrying her white dress all around her. She felt like no time was passing, as she fell forward. It was almost perfect. She closed her eyes, and waited for her to disappear. For the light at the end of the tunnel.
To see her parent's faces. And suddenly, there was a blue light around her. She felt her body get pulled upward,, and at that moment, she blacked out.
She awoke about 23 hours later. Her vision was still fuzzy, and she couldn't see, but she saw two figures next to her bed. Two very, very blurry figures. "Dad?" she asked quietly. "Mum?" One of the figures came forward, and pushed something to her face. Her glasses.
Harry slipped them on, and blinked twice. It wasn't her parents. Or Sirius. Or Cedric. "So, which one do you reckon is the mum?" Draco asked, smirking, to Severus Snape.
Harry sat there in shock. What? Snape? Malfoy?
"Am I in hell?" Harry asked, her emerald eyes huge.
Although the situation was grim, Malfoy burst into laughter, and the corner of Snape's mouth quirked up, just a bit.
"Nope." Malfoy said, happily. "You survived. Did you honestly think I'd let you escape so easily, Potter? I only left to call Professor Snape, to tell him you were out of bed. He saved you."
She sat, staring at Snape, glaring. "You can thank me by worshiping me, and bowing at my feet, if you wish." Snape remarked, silkily.
Harry continued glaring at the 'greasy git.' "You -(Words blanked out here,and replaced with this bold text so I don't have to change the rating of this story to M instead of T c:)
Harry didn't bother looking at him after that, as it was Snape who was glaring at her. "I wanted to fall. Why couldn't you mind your own business?" She asked, scathingly.
Snape stood up. "You are the person that nearly everyone relies on. You are the Girl-Who-Lives. Do you honestly think that anyone that everyone relies on. If you die, the hope, the thing that keeps everyone else fighting the Dark Lord dies as well. You are the burning light that shines inside of everyone. You, Mrs. Potter, are why we are still fighting. It is a huge pressure. But if you die, we're all done. Remember that, Mrs. Potter. You are too young to let the world break you."
And with his cloak swirling around him, he turned on his heel, and left the room, leaving behind two confused, gaping teenagers behind.
