As I walked over the stone bridge to return to Hogwarts, to my surprise most parts of Hogwarts had come to the ground. When I made it to the Hogwarts front, there was Voldemort and his followers rejoicing. The chant of "Harry Potter is Dead" filled my ears. What day is it? Why can't I remember anything? How long had I been unconscious on the floor of the Shrieking Shack?
Just then one of Voldemort's followers turned, and looked to me. Throwing down the umbrella, I began to run quickly across the bridge. Waves of need burst through me as I ran, many who were running close behind were snatchers. I continued my running, a spell launching passed me and hitting a tree. Continuing my running I was surprised when I made it to the edge of a cliff, and the Cruciatus curse was shot at me. As I fell to the ground, my vision was blurred and the whole world seemed to be shifting from left to right.
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
A large black bear like figure attacking nearby Death Eaters.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
My heart beginning to race, the rain still falling. I can hardly breathe.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
The Death Eaters are retreating, my heartbeat is slowing. There is something black looking at me, as the rain falls on my face. It crouches over me, the bear turns human...the bursts of need are too much for my body to control. I am growing faint.
In. Out. Black. In. Wolf. Out. In. Out.
There is a burst of light erupting in the sky, I turn my eyes towards it. Though my sight is blurry, I clearly see the Dark Mark tracing in the sky.
In. Out. In. Out. In.
Someone is speaking, I can not understand. What are they saying? I am forgetting to breathe, my vision is becoming worse.
In. Out. Take. In. Care. Out. In. Of. Out. You.
I feel my eyes close for a moment, I lift my hand slightly. It is drenched in crimson, is that mine? Is that mine?
In. Out. In. Out.
My eyes close, and I am afraid I may not wake up. I still hear someone's voice, telling me everything will be okay. However, they are more convincing themselves...are they not? Harry Potter is dead...Harry Potter is dead! Is what I hear in the distance, and it seems to get farther – and farther away.
In. Out. Tired...In...Out...In...Out.
Keep breathing, someone tells me. Keep breathing...that looks easier then it is for me. I feel light headed, am I not breathing again?
In...Out...In...Out...In...Out.
Where am I going? Will it be raining? Or will it be snowing? Will I be safe, and whole again? Who will hold me? Can this end? I can hear my heartbeat slowing...is it supposed to beat like this?
In...Out...In.
I close my eyes, and allow the darkness to take me away from here. From the madness, from the world where Harry is dead. The world where I feel so alone, though I will not admit it. A world I don't wish to be a part of.