A/N: This is basically Harry's thoughts while he's unconcious. The song is by Linkin Park ~Crawling. I own absolutly nothing. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS! PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! OH, AND I LOVE TO HEAR SUGGESTIONS! THANKS!
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
"What happened?" Albus Dumbladore asked as he sat next to the raven haired boy. Sirius was white and staring at Harry. Remus, who was pacing explained. Professor McGongall was in there and her lip was twitching as she listened. Snape was unreadable as he sat. Hermoine and Ron had arrived, both pale as they watched the boy's chest go up and down slowly. They were both in shock.
"His uncle beat him up real bad," that was all Remus could get out. He was shaking almost as white as Sirius. Dumbladore looked at him sadly and stood up.
"Remus, do you mind giving me your hand?" Remus slowly reached out his hand and Dumbladore takes it.
"Do not panic. I have to see this for myself," Dumbladore reaches into his pocket and grabs his wand while holding Remus's hand still. He presses his wand against Remus's palm and a bright yellow light blinds them all. Then, they are struck with the images of Harry's fight.
"I'm giving you another chance boy- beg. Beg for your life and I may spare you," his uncle's voice echoed through the hospital wing. They watched as Harry stood and greatly took his death with open hands. And when they were finished, Harry was turning a pale white color. Almost the color of a ghost. They all gasped as he began choking for air.
"Poppy!" DUmbladore yelled. The nurse ran in quickly and shook her head sadly while feeling his head.
"He'll be all right. Hopefully. There's nothing more any of us can do but wait and hope he's strong enough," she left them. Sirius walked over and placed a hand on Harry's hand. Then, Harry's body, as though electrocuted was thrown into the air and back down onto the bed again.
He then began turning a sickly pale green color. His wounds began shinning a deep gold color, so bright, it hurt their eyes to look at it too long.
Harry then has one tear slide down his cheek. But it wasn't ordinary. The tear was a shimmering red. His scar was suddenly turning black.
"My gosh. Albus-what's going on?" Mcgongall was horrified looking at the boy. Dumbladore was just as stunned as her.
"I don't know. I don't know." Dumbladore was staring at the boy in complete shock.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
Harry was recalling everything that had happened to him. He was little. Being thrown into a cupboard. His heart broken everytime he was thrown and Dudley was kissed. Why? Why him? What did he do? 'It's my birthday. Not his.'
It was Margie. He couldn't stand this. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? What did he ever do to her? Doesn't she understand that I'm dying inside? I'm the one with no parents. I don't even care anymore. Couldn't they just leave him to himself? Then maybe the pain would take less time in eating him alive.
No-Not Ron too. Why? I hate this. Doesn't he understand that he's the lucky one? Doesn't he realize that I'm dying? I thought at least he might understand. Please-this has to be a terrible nightmare...
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Voldermont was taking over and all he could feel was pain. his fault. It was all his fault. Why was he even alive? He didn't deserve to live. Sirius didn't deserve Askaban, he did. He killed a person. Someone who was innocent. Damn it, why did he even bother? He was useless. Harry was alone once more.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
The pressure was killing him. His uncle wanted him dead. Harry wanted himself dead. he didn't deserve to live. He was a pain, no good. His uncle knew it, Harry knew it. Damn, the whole world knew it.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
As Harry stood and stared at the gun, he felt relief. Finally, I'll be gone. Yet another part wanted to fight back. To much pressure. To much pain. It's finally going to go away. And I'll finally get to fight my uncle. It couldn't get much better.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling (Whispered during chorus)
(~Linkin Park- Crawlin)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
"What happened?" Albus Dumbladore asked as he sat next to the raven haired boy. Sirius was white and staring at Harry. Remus, who was pacing explained. Professor McGongall was in there and her lip was twitching as she listened. Snape was unreadable as he sat. Hermoine and Ron had arrived, both pale as they watched the boy's chest go up and down slowly. They were both in shock.
"His uncle beat him up real bad," that was all Remus could get out. He was shaking almost as white as Sirius. Dumbladore looked at him sadly and stood up.
"Remus, do you mind giving me your hand?" Remus slowly reached out his hand and Dumbladore takes it.
"Do not panic. I have to see this for myself," Dumbladore reaches into his pocket and grabs his wand while holding Remus's hand still. He presses his wand against Remus's palm and a bright yellow light blinds them all. Then, they are struck with the images of Harry's fight.
"I'm giving you another chance boy- beg. Beg for your life and I may spare you," his uncle's voice echoed through the hospital wing. They watched as Harry stood and greatly took his death with open hands. And when they were finished, Harry was turning a pale white color. Almost the color of a ghost. They all gasped as he began choking for air.
"Poppy!" DUmbladore yelled. The nurse ran in quickly and shook her head sadly while feeling his head.
"He'll be all right. Hopefully. There's nothing more any of us can do but wait and hope he's strong enough," she left them. Sirius walked over and placed a hand on Harry's hand. Then, Harry's body, as though electrocuted was thrown into the air and back down onto the bed again.
He then began turning a sickly pale green color. His wounds began shinning a deep gold color, so bright, it hurt their eyes to look at it too long.
Harry then has one tear slide down his cheek. But it wasn't ordinary. The tear was a shimmering red. His scar was suddenly turning black.
"My gosh. Albus-what's going on?" Mcgongall was horrified looking at the boy. Dumbladore was just as stunned as her.
"I don't know. I don't know." Dumbladore was staring at the boy in complete shock.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
Harry was recalling everything that had happened to him. He was little. Being thrown into a cupboard. His heart broken everytime he was thrown and Dudley was kissed. Why? Why him? What did he do? 'It's my birthday. Not his.'
It was Margie. He couldn't stand this. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? What did he ever do to her? Doesn't she understand that I'm dying inside? I'm the one with no parents. I don't even care anymore. Couldn't they just leave him to himself? Then maybe the pain would take less time in eating him alive.
No-Not Ron too. Why? I hate this. Doesn't he understand that he's the lucky one? Doesn't he realize that I'm dying? I thought at least he might understand. Please-this has to be a terrible nightmare...
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Voldermont was taking over and all he could feel was pain. his fault. It was all his fault. Why was he even alive? He didn't deserve to live. Sirius didn't deserve Askaban, he did. He killed a person. Someone who was innocent. Damn it, why did he even bother? He was useless. Harry was alone once more.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
The pressure was killing him. His uncle wanted him dead. Harry wanted himself dead. he didn't deserve to live. He was a pain, no good. His uncle knew it, Harry knew it. Damn, the whole world knew it.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
As Harry stood and stared at the gun, he felt relief. Finally, I'll be gone. Yet another part wanted to fight back. To much pressure. To much pain. It's finally going to go away. And I'll finally get to fight my uncle. It couldn't get much better.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling (Whispered during chorus)
(~Linkin Park- Crawlin)