Ok, so Harry meets death, then plunges into darkness, where will this go next?? Hell if I know...
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Chapter 3: Changing
Harry woke up feeling soft sheets under him. He was in bed, it had all been a dream. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on, recognising the hospital wing in Hogwarts. He ran his hands through his black hair and felt the scar on his forehead, yep, he was back. He sat up in bed and looked around, but everything seemed fuzzy. He took off his glasses to clean them and the room cleared...he didn't need glasses anymore.
"Strange..." he turned to stand, but found himself off balence for some strange reason. He tried again as Madame Pomfrey came through the door.
"Oh, no you don't. You lay right back down. With a concussion like that you should not be out of bed for at least three more days! Now lay down here, that's right dear. Get comfortable now, that's it." She got him back into bed and made sure he was comforable before leaving him to himself again. He watched after her, then tried to stand again. For some strange reason, he couldn't.
"Great, now everyone on the Quidditch team will be really mad." Harry thought of Ron and the wonder came to him. Why wasn't anyone in here? He sat on the bed trying to think of a good reason. He crossed his arms, then uncrossed them. Something was not right.
He looked down and screamed.
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Hmmm..do you know why Harry screamed? With my imagination, no one really knows.... ^.^ I know it's really short, but it's for effect!
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Chapter 3: Changing
Harry woke up feeling soft sheets under him. He was in bed, it had all been a dream. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on, recognising the hospital wing in Hogwarts. He ran his hands through his black hair and felt the scar on his forehead, yep, he was back. He sat up in bed and looked around, but everything seemed fuzzy. He took off his glasses to clean them and the room cleared...he didn't need glasses anymore.
"Strange..." he turned to stand, but found himself off balence for some strange reason. He tried again as Madame Pomfrey came through the door.
"Oh, no you don't. You lay right back down. With a concussion like that you should not be out of bed for at least three more days! Now lay down here, that's right dear. Get comfortable now, that's it." She got him back into bed and made sure he was comforable before leaving him to himself again. He watched after her, then tried to stand again. For some strange reason, he couldn't.
"Great, now everyone on the Quidditch team will be really mad." Harry thought of Ron and the wonder came to him. Why wasn't anyone in here? He sat on the bed trying to think of a good reason. He crossed his arms, then uncrossed them. Something was not right.
He looked down and screamed.
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Hmmm..do you know why Harry screamed? With my imagination, no one really knows.... ^.^ I know it's really short, but it's for effect!