Dreams
Chapter 14
By Caitie Did/Caitlyn
I DONT OWN. DONT SUE!
It was completely black all around him, and he got up shakily, staring at the cuts on his wrists. It was like he didn't need to breathe. He could feel everything aroudn him, including something more than the voice that had put him there.
"Why the hell did you make me do that?" he ground out, looking around him," Where are you? What the hell do you want with me?"
"Touchy touchy..."the voice answered, and Harry rolled his eyes, staring around him cautiously.
"I'm not a basilisk..I'm a PERSON.."the voice answered, in a strange mix of an english and american accent.(author's note:BOB BOB BOB BOB!)
"I've asked you before, and I'll ask you again.."Harry ground out, and turned around, staring into nothing,"Who the hell are you?"
"Who are you?"he said quietly,"That's the question..you don't even know yourself!"he paused, and took a breath, speaking again." And why don't you just tell everyone when you wake up that the voices told you too.."he addded, and grinned,"I've been hearing voices all my life..and I'm still here.."
"Well that's a lot of help.."Harry said sarcastically.
"Why are you asking me questions at all..the question is..why did you try and kill yourself?" the voice answered,"That's a horrible habit..it's a bitch to break..I've got the scars.."
"Is murder still illegal in the better parts of England?" Harry asked, annoyed.
"Why would you want to kill me? And by the way, we're in Scottland!" the voice said knowingly, and Harry lost it.
"Why did I try and kill myself?" Harry asked, smirking, and his face turned annoyed,"BECAUSE YOU MADE ME!"
"No..not this time..." Harry cringed, and looked down.
"Noone's going to be able to tell...I cut over the scars..."he said quietly.
"Please..look at yourself..besides Gin, you're a nutcase!" the voice said back shakily, and Harry looked at the figure that was walking out into the clearing, the light suddenly focusing on him.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly,"Tell me.."
"No.."the man answered, looking around,"But you've got to promise me something.."Harry snorted, and looked at the man, irritated, rolling his eyes,"If you do that too much your eyes roll into the back of your head..."he added.
"You sound like a boy in grammar school..."Harry awnsered, and the man smiled.
"I went to grammar school..a long time ago...though not so much for you I guess..you must be in your fifth year at Hogwarts...you're still a kid.."he said quietly.
It was hard to decipher the emotions in the nameless man's eyes, but Harry saw regret, and sorrow in them, and blinked when the man stared at him.
"I'm not a child.."Harry answered quietly,"You have no idea..how much I've.."
"Just wait...you have no idea how many hells this earth has in store for you.." he said quietly, and Harry looked at him strangely.
"Hells..."he started.
"Meet it when it comes...just remember..'To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure..' " the figure whispered.
"Sure.."Harry said quietly, and felt himself slipping from the room, gasping for air that he hadn't needed before. He was going back. He grasped frantically for the room he had been in, and woke up, shaking, sweat all over him.
"Holy..."he started, and looked around. The table had a single vase on it, and it was filled with a multitude of wildflowers, which Harry guessed Ginny had probably gotten. He didn't notice everyone else until he heard there voices outside of the curtain. He closed his eyes tightly, shutting out the light, and listened to them.
"Do you suppose that was him?"he recognised Draco's voice, and cringed inwardly. Draco was going to shoot him when he found out that he was awake.
"No, I doubt it..did you go and check on her?" he sat up, worried.
"She's fine..she just needed some rest..it's been a week.."
"I've been out a week?" Harry muttered, and they opened the curtains, staring at him, shocked.
It only took Harry a minute to notice that there hands were clasped together, and he glanced up, his eyebrows raised.
"Well?" he prompted,"What did I miss?"
"Jesus Harry why did you do that?"Hermione burst out, and he stared at her.
"Look..I can't..I promised I wouldn't.."he paused,"Thanks a lot.."he said, appearing to Draco as if he was talking to noone in particular, his hands thrown up in the air,"Telling me I can't tell anyone was a wonderfull thing to do, splendid, actually.."he said sarcastically, and looked at Hermione.
"You know that I don't want to die.."he said quietly, and grabbed her hand, and she nodded, and hugged him suddenly, bursting into very noisy tears.'
"Hermione..shh..."Harry said awkwardly,"As soon as Pomfrey wakes up..."at that moment, she came bustling through the door.
"You cry too much Ms. Granger..he'll be fi-"he stared at her, and she shook her head quickly, leaving him in confusion,"You two! Out! He needs his rest..."
"Poppy..I'm fine.."he started, and she handed him a goblet of something.
"If you want to get through the year, I suggest you take this every day...It might get rid of your problem.."
"My problem?" Harry started, and she cut him off.
"It's a pain reduction potion..Snape will have a cauldron full ready at all times..."she said,"Get some rest.."she added, adn he stared at her, confused.
"How did she know about the headaches?" he wondered silently, and shook his head, going back to sleep, not knowing that the headaches, weren't just headaches, and they were much more serious then they appeared to be.
so, what do ya think?
again, Merry Christmas!