Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns HP's world and all
that is in her books and I own the plot and the characters.
Fear. Blinding pain.
Now I am falling, deeper, and deeper into a pit. Air rushes around me.
The ground is close now. There is no hope. The ground shocks my body. The
pain intensifies. Now the air is still. A musty smell chokes me. The pain
subsides as a warm numbness fills my body. I think I am dead.
I feel no pain, no fear.
Is this death? Yes, now they can't hurt me any longer. But it can't be.
In death I would not be hearing the dull thud of my heart. I am dying then.
Soon I will be gone.
I wait for the end, but
it does not come. Instead I feel a pain in my arm. I wish it would stop.
I want to die, not feel any pain. But if I can feel then I am not dying.
Slowly the pain fills
me. Now I want to scream. I try to but I can't. I want this pain to stop.
I want some thing to happen, I don't want to lie hear like this forever.
The numbness fill's me
again. Every thing seems to stop, as if time is suspended. Then a rush
of blackness. Calm, peace.
I wonder, is this death?
No, it can't be. I still have the message. I can't die now. But you wanted
to die the blackness seem to taunt. I did, I try to say, but I can't. I
am the only one who knows.
A cool rush of air plays
across my face. The darkness disappears. I am back. They could not take
me. I still have time. I try to sit. I can't, but one arm will move. I
search for my wand with my fingertips. I feel it. Can I grasp it? Yes.
I pull it towards me.
I have my wand. Now what?
I must see what has happened. It is dark here. I whisper lumos to my want.
Now there is light. I lift my head so I can see.
My body is twisted, and
bloody. What can I do? I am so tired. I must stop the blood from escaping
my body; it is the only thing I can think to do.
I whisper the spell.
I lift my head again. The pool of blood is not growing any larger. What
else can I do? My legs are scraped. My left arm is broken. The scraps can
wait. I must mend the arm. I whisper another spell. I can feel the bones
of my arm move, then tighten. It is healed.
I am so tired. I must
sleep. I whisper a spell for a painless and dreamless sleep. Then I know
no more.
~~~~~~
I open my eyes. Now
I remember what happened. I must have slept for a very long time. I feel
refreshed, but also cold and battered. I sit. I light my wand. There is
dried blood on my black robes.
My head is full of a
dull pain. I stand. I am so weak, I feel dizzy. I look around me. There
is nothing but a pool of my blood. Maybe that is why I am dizzy.
I look up. Reaching into
the sky are the walls of the pit. Above that I can see stars twinkling
in a velvet sky. I wonder why there is a pit in the middle of the forest,
was it made just to I could fall in to it?
There is no use in thinking
about that. I have to get out of it, that is all that matters. I think
of a flying spell I learned when I was younger. I will try it. I whisper
the spell.
I can feel my body lift
from the ground. I go higher. The sky becomes closer, the air cleaner.
It is colder now, I shiver. The top of the pit is only an arm's length
away. Now it is at eye level. I am so tired. Now I am hovering over the
top of the pit.
The ground is at foot
level. I step onto the grassy forest floor and break the spell. Now I must
rest. I walk away from the pit, and lie down between two trees. I sleep.
~~~~~~
In my dreams he chases
me. He almost catches me. Voldemort knows. He knows that I know. He thinks
he can stop me. But he can't. I will make it. I will do what must be done.
