Harry felt his body lying on a cold surface, his limbs sore.
He could feel the effects of the Apparation, and his eyes fluttered open.
He groaned, trying to get up, but seeing as the dull pain was still there, he decided to just sit.
'Where am I?' he thought, taking in his surroundings.
He was sitting on a tiled light-blue floor that went down to a railway on the left, the walls circular and decorated with a single yellow stripe.
On his right there was a white circle with a thick red outline, and a blue stripe across.
He was in a... Subway?
Why the hell had he Apparated in a subway?
He turned around once more, and found a hood just a few inches from his nose.
He jumped back with a very unmanly yell and eyed it suspiciously as it stood still, floating on spot.
He tried summoning a Patronus but felt some kind of block, his Magic refusing to appear.
So he just stood there, glancing at the floating hood.
He remembered that Shroud... That is, if it was the same.
Judging by the way he kept becoming aware of it, it could've been a yes.
He snapped back from his pityish self-humor, focusing yet again on the Shadows' being.
It was the one that had forcefully separated him from his Ginny...
His head started aching, the pain penetrating, as if thousands little needles were slowly stabbing him. From the inside.
He then felt like when Snape had entered his head, but worse, thanks to the faint vertigo.
He briefly raised his newly acquired defenses, but felt no one.
Was it another of Voldemort's visions? No, his scar didn't tingle...
His vision spinned, and he shut his eyes.
As the focus settled on a room, the image zoomed around a corner, showing two robed figures arguing beside a cauldron, some kind of shining liquid boiling inside.
"Shut it, Ron! It's Professor Dumbledore's will!" the child said, a fringe covering her forehead.
"But Hermione, why does it have to be her? Why Ginny?" the red-haired whined.
"Because: he saved her, and now she respects him and is very grateful. What if he's developed something... Protective over her? It's the best choice." Hermione answered in a dismissive matter-of-fact way, her tone as if she was talking to a toddler.
"Buuut! We don't even know if it will work! I mean, she is the one preparing the Amorentia, but it's really us- you guiding her... And you're mine, weather the famous Potter falls for you." he muttered, looking away.
The girl smiled, and after quickly brushing her lips on the ginger-head she started swaying her wand, and another red-haired started moving.
As a Stunned Ginny began pouring the ingredients into the now shaking cauldron by the commands of the young Granger, the vision blurred, fading to dark.
Harry regained his bearings, just to fall.
He steadied himself on one knee, looking down to the pale blue tiles without really seeing them.
He felt... Angry.
Betrayed...
Empty.
The look in Ginny's eyes had managed to soothe those emotions a bit, but nonetheless... His best friends had deceived him, since the first year.
They really were the best... at lying.
He scoffed at himself, deciding to try diminishing his newly found self-sarcasm.
He then felt a presence beside him, and cursed under his breath.
"Do you find it amusing? I don't. And right now I'm grieving, so have some decency and leave me my space." he muttered at the expressionless heap of floating darkness, as it retreated a little.
The boy could've sworn that he saw the hood tilting slightly to the right.
Harry sighed, regaining composure just to let himself fall on one of the station's chairs under the 'eyes' of the Shroud.
Strangely, it all didn't hurt much anymore... If anything, he was relieved. He obviously had to finish Voldemort, but once it was done he would've been free.
Who cared about Wizards, Ministers and such.
Yup, a nice start-over somewhere cozy, void of bipolar weather... A new life.
A new life that saw him, an extremely potential partner and-
His line of thoughts was interrupted by a shiver that ran down his spine, and he turned his head, a deathly glare dimmed by his glasses.
"Would you please stop trying to give me a heart attack? Last time I checked, you lot did not kill with that."
The Shroud visibly tilted it's empty dark hood, and began hovering in a Infinity motion, his 'cloak' folding and overlapping in swift waves-like movements.
"What the hell... Are you mimicking some kind of Native Indian dance?" Harry scoffed, a small smile fighting it's way towards his lips.
Y
He frowned. Was that mass of darkness really forming letters with its own 'cloth'?
He continued to stare, as the being restarted moving.
Y
O
U
'Really?! It's about me, when this freaking killer is 'dancing' letters?' he thought.
A
R
E
'Oh, he... It knows grammar' Harry scoffed.
S
T
R
A
N
G
E
After the show, the Lethifold finished moving, his mantel resettling in its original floating appearance. And it kept hovering on spot almost unmoving, close to stillness.
Harry kept staring at it, speechless.
He... was strange.
He, when this bloody Dementor-related thing kept appearing
right.
beside.
him, and had screwed up his Apparition, thanks to its known ability to teleport.
Well, he surely should've known better than to Apparate while in a Portkey as the Tunnle, but... .
He was now stuck in a freaking subway with a Lethifold, thus the place had some kind of protection against Magic, hence...
No Patronus as a defense against the creature, no summoning food or weapons either, no nothing!
He sighed, closed his eyes and leaned his head back, resting against the wall chair he had found before.
He completely ignored the chill that he was feeling on his neck, deciding that he could've even got used to the feeling.
He smirked, his eyelids still shut, when after a while he felt the Shroud retreat a little.
He cracked an eye open, unnoticed by the creature.
The dark mass was slowly swaying left to right a few feet from him, the hood tilted down.
God, did he really just make a Lethifold sad?
He doubted that, but it sure didn't like being ignored.
Harry suppressed a laugh, thinking about how the Shroud would've reacted when it noticed that it's appearing-attacks had been overcome.
It would've taken some time, but he was sure he could master-
'Did I really just imagine a future involving this attention-seeker Lethifold?' he thought, groaning.
He really was in a distressed state...
The creature seemed to have felt his thoughts about itself, and in a flash he was just a few inches from the cursing wizard.
"Yes, I did. Now, will you let me look for a way out or are you going to eat me? I'm really starting to get confused you know" he finished, his mind accepting the unknown income.
The Shroud stilled in midair for a second, then started enlarging his Mantel and engulfed him in a pitch black embrace.
Hey there world~
Thanks for the reviews and the views (yup, I'll shut up) :3
I'm sowwy I didn't update till now, and sorry if the chapter is pityish, but it's the less-worse I could manage ^^"
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