Fight and Flight

It was an interesting feeling, being so full and yet empty at the same time... maybe this was a different kind of whole.

Most of the souls I consumed were in fact quite filling, and if I had been anyone else, I'm sure I would have felt satisfied and maybe even happy. But I wasn't just an ordinary horcruex. I was not meant to contain such meager and average souls; I was meant to contain HIS soul.

HIS soul that my body could still remember, that my ripped soul could remember.

But despite my comforting ache, I had to admit it was a little nice to not feel so lonely, though I knew I would never come to like the feeling of that red-headed girl's soul; it was just too revolting.

Smiling hurt my cheeks, but I felt contentment fill me as I walked out the door of my cell, leaving behind their empty bodies without a shred of remorse.

But before I shut that door, before I sealed away their blank faces, I couldn't help but glance in one last time.

I looked at every face with apathy, until I came across the only man whose soul I hadn't eaten.

His head was still dripping with blood, his entire face gone and falling from the walls. I grimaced, and my hand cradled my thin chest. My heart hurt, and while the ache wasn't big, it was enough for me to feel something for someone other than HIM.

I hope to hell this is the last time it happens.

I turned and walked away as my magic sealed away their corpses, listening with satisfaction as the locks and alarms hummed to life.

Each step was a struggle, my limbs jerked and popped with every movement, until I couldn't even feel the pain of walking on my ruined leg.

I was numb.

I was deaf to the screams and blind to the colors of light being aimed in my direction.

No light touched me as I continued on my journey, oblivious to everything but the twin glass doors that lead to the outside world.

What was waiting for me on the other side?

I don't know, but the thought of staying in that white room held less appeal.

They would never let me die.

In that white room I was sentenced to life with their eyes eternally judging me.

At least outside I had a chance to die.

So it was time to leave this behind me, and step forward.

The Healers soon realized that my magic had formed a barrier around me, their spells bounced off my shield and returned back to their creators in glee .

The screams were beginning to annoy me.

I tried to ignore them; however, that was when I saw a man in purple robes. He was slack jawed, but his eyes were filled with silent rage.

How many red-heads were there in the world? This was getting ridiculous. Though, his hair was more on the grey side then red…

His wand was up and pointing at me, his mouth moving to form two words I hadn't heard in such a long time.

"Avada Kadavra."

I blinked, but forced my shield to lower with a huge smile. Maybe these red-heads weren't so bad after all! He was going to kill me!

I laughed in glee, reaching out for that beautiful, perfect green light.

I didn't notice the golden breath leaving my mouth.

A glinting cloud soon formed, swirling around in front of me, stealing my gaze from that lovely green to that alarming gold. A figure formed, a girl with flowing golden hair and determined eyes, her arms held out wide as she formed a shield in front of me.

Her face was hard and unforgiving as she stared into the grayed red-head's eyes, not moving a muscle even as the killing curse shot through her chest, forcing her body to arch backward.

The man who hurled the curse stared at her with horrified recognition, crumbling into himself as the girl was thrown back, her mouth open in silent scream as sparking tears fell down her cheeks.

"Ginny…"

I stared, uncomprehending, as the girl flew back into me, her shimmering body scattering out into the air as if she were merely made of golden dust.

What-?

"GINNY!"

What-?

What the FUCK!

A snarl formed across my lips as I screamed a mindless scream. I sounded like a feral animal, and I no longer felt like a human.

I was SO CLOSE!

My magic howled demonically as it flew around me, ripping apart everything it touched, sending scattered body parts flying through the air as well as destroyed pieces of furniture and glass.

I ran through that hallway on a crooked leg, random things hitting my body and tearing it open. Glass sliced through my cheek and forehead, a leg from a chair impaled my side, and a piece of metal flew clean through my shoulder and landed somewhere behind me.

I ran from this hell on earth, where death was so close and yet so far, tears of frustration falling from my cheeks.

Why couldn't I just die?

Why!

What had I done wrong?

I'm sorry I was born! I'm sorry I breathed your air God! I'm sorry I dared to live, so please, kill me! What more do you want from me! What else do I have to give you! I've given you my LIFE, so please take it back! I've given you my SOUL, so please, take me with it!

Why do you HATE ME SO MUCH GOD!

Why are you doing this to me!

WHY DID YOU ALLOW ME TO BE BORN!

Why can't you allow me to die?

I fell into the glass doors that separated me from the outside world, my red-coated fingers slipping as they grasped the glass desperately.

Why am I still here?

My legs shook so badly, they couldn't hold me up, and as soon as those doors slid open, I fell into the sun kissed street and rolled down the road to land at someone's feet.

I looked up into startled grey eyes, and felt relief swell in my chest as the sun smiled down at me.

"May I die now God?"

Outside hell, I finally stopped breathing.

Okay, this chapter is weird, and I know it.

I'm sure some of you guys are confused, so I'll try to explain the whole "Ginny" thing. The grey-red haired man I'm sure you guys guessed was Arthur Weasley, and the golden girl was Ginny. I tried to portray her as a Soul, and because the killing curse hit her, it allowed her soul to move on to heaven, while at the same time defending Harry from it's effects.

The way I see it, the souls Harry eats become submissive and dorment, but not unaware. So, when Ginny saw Harry in danger, she forced herself out of Harry to become a tangible shield. Does that make sense? Because I feel that Ginny is just GINNY enough to still 'love' Harry even after he ate her (in her mind I'm sure she sees it as some kind of romantic thing he did to protect her *gag*).

If your still confused, or if you have any other questions about this story, please feel free to PM me.

Oh, and his is NOT the end my readers! We're only half-way there!

:)

I have a special shout out to SIN! Because you're amazing, and I have dedicated this chapter to your amazingness! Granted, I know this chapter is depressing as hell, and I know a lot of people are going to hate it; but, it was because of you that I finally beat my writer's block into submission, it was because I couldn't bare to keep you waiting any longer that I updated, and forced this chapter out of my brain!

On another note, next chapter, we FINALLY get a glimpse at how this story is going to end, and how Harry will finally get his Happily ever after!

I'll see you guys next chapter, and Don't forget to reveiw :)

NYTE