Sweet Tears, Wishing You Were Here

By RicaSieg

(a/n) Writer's block is still plaguing me. If anyone has any ideas, please send them to me through reviews!

Chapter 8: Movin' In

            Fire crackled around him. Flames twenty feet tall surrounded him, flickering madly. They seemed to dance as sparks flew. The noise nearly deafened Harry as he looked for a way out of the ring of fire. Sweating, he ran around the circle, searching for a gap. The circle was closing, Harry screamed as pain engulfed him.

            Deafening sounds of someone pounding reached his hurting ears. Harry clamped his burning hands over them in an attempt to keep the sounds out. The pounding continued, accompanied by screeching. Flames flickered at his toes. His world was spinning. Then darkness consumed his mind.

            Petunia pounded on the door to the cupboard, trying to wake her lazy nephew. She yelled through the door for him to wake up, but it was to no avail. Finally, she opened the door to find the boy curled up into one corner of the spider infested cupboard. He was sweating and shivering at the same time. A moaning sound came from his chapped lips. The horse-faced lady reached down to shake him awake, only to find his skin was burning.

            Cursing her sister for the millionth time for leaving this vermin for her to take care of, Petunia went to grab the old thermometer and a cup of water. She quickly took his temperature.

            "One hundred and two. Dam!" she snarled under her breath. "You stupid child! How did you manage to go and get sick? Ugh."

            Harry's Aunt left the cupboard, but not before pouring the cup of water on her nephew's head. She returned to the kitchen to get some medicine from a cabinet. Then she crouched back in the cupboard. She lifted Harry's violently shivering torso, before shoving some of the medicine into his mouth. The boy spluttered before curling up into a ball again.

            Petunia looked at the boy with a strangled expression on her face. It was mostly disgust, but one might have detected a hint of concern crossing her boney features. She grabbed the blanket that had been dumped on the floor and put it over Harry. Then, she quietly left the cupboard.

I'm sorry chapters can't be longer. The only time I have that I'm not studying in is during my lunch period and I usually only have around fifteen minutes after I eat to type. Finals suck! I have another two weeks of them. When school is out, the chapters will get longer. Look at it this way. I can update more and faster when I have short chapters.

Wish me Luck! I am running for JCL (Junior Classical League, a.k.a. Latin Club) secretary. I am making my speech on the fifth of June. If I make it, I will update 3 chapters of Infinite Questions, 5 chapters of Sweet Tears, and 8 chapters or Tears of Longing! That's my campaign promise for all my lovely fan fiction people. I'll let you know on the seventh (my first day of vacation) if I win. Consequently, during that week, because of finals, JCL, and my debate, I will not be updating.

Chapter four of Tears of Longing should be up tomorrow or latter tonight. Go read it! Sweet Tears might be updated on Saturday. More Lily and James in that chapter, I think. The chapter title means the start of the disease.

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