Chapter Four
(A/n): Sorry this chapter is so short but it's sort of a link-up from chapters 3 to 5, chapter 5 will be longer I promise!
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to JKRowling, the plot belongs to me (as you probably know by now)
Harry opened his eyes. He found he wasn't lying down anymore, nor was he on the grass. He was standing in a magnificent white corridor and looking around he noticed the walls looked strange and misty almost as if they were made out of clouds. He reached out a hand to touch the wall but to his amazement found white mist curling round his fingertips. He pulled his hand back and then cautiously leaned forward until the top half of his body was through the wall (if that's what it was). He could feel warm air on his face from below. He looked down curiously and suddenly wished he hadn't done so. His face turned almost whiter than the walls and he pulled himself back into the corridor in fear of vomiting. He took several deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to shake off the images he'd just seen. After a while, he started looking around again. Behind him stood an enormous black door in the shape of an arch.
'That doesn't look like the right way,' Harry thought to himself. He then turned back round and in front of him was a dazzlingly bright light. Harry's mouth fell open in amazement. The light was golden, warm and welcoming and it was shimmering round the edges. The only word Harry could find to describe the light was "Beautiful." He silently walked slowly towards it, hypnotised by the shimmering gold. He stopped in front of it and slowly held up his hand to touch it.
"Harry!" The voice was barely louder than a whisper, yet it seemed as if someone had shouted. Harry spun round to see where the voice had come from. There was no one there.
"Harry!" He heard the voice again, louder this time but still distant and far-off. He tried shouting,
"Hello?" No reply. He tried again, "Who's there? Can you hear me?" still no reply came. Perhaps he'd imagined it? No, he couldn't have. It seemed so real. The voice suddenly came again,
"Harry! Can you hear me?" The voice seemed strangely familiar to Harry and oddly it was coming from behind the big black door. Harry started to run towards it, but then stopped when he heard another voice calling him from the golden light. The voice was sweet and warm but he didn't recognise it. He was torn between the two. He had to go one way or the other, but which way? He had an idea. He put his hand into his trouser pocket, searching for something.
"Aha!" He said aloud, pulling out an old Muggle coin, "Right, heads, I go to the light. Tales, the black door."
He tossed the coin high in the air. It tumbled down again and landed noisily on the hard, polished floor beside his feet. Harry looked down, and swallowed. It was tales. He looked up at the black door, which seemed to grow ever darker as he stared at it. When he reached the door, Harry turned the handle and opened it. There was nothing but blackness. He took a deep breath and stepped through the door into the darkness. There was a creaking noise and the great black door slammed shut behind him.
(A/n): Well there you are! Chapter 4 up! Only 1 chapter to go! Please R&R, no flames! Oh and if anyone has any suggestions for a title, please suggest some!
