There's a voice somewhere. I can't see, can't open my eyes, and any memory I had seems to be completely blank. What happened? Why am I here? Questions I may never know the answer to. The voice speaks again. I can hear it this time.
"Harry... Wake up Harry..." My eyes flicker open slowly, but there's little more to see, since my glasses obviously haven't been found yet. I blink rapidly, trying to make my eyes focus when I know very well they won't. There's no movement as the shape above me - obviously the person the voice belongs to - appears to stand and stare for a few seconds. This blur I can slowly make out to have blonde hair. I know somebody with blonde hair... Who is it? I try to move my arm but there's enormous pain following that small movement. Well, I think to myself, obviously I'm not out of here yet. Then there's yet more pain as whoever this person is places a hand on my wrist to stop me from moving, but of course I don't really feel it. I just know it's there somehow. The only thing I do feel is a dull thudding in my head. This person speaks yet again. "Harry, you're okay... It's over..." It sounds so soothing to my ears that I think I might just fall asleep right now. But I can't. I stare up, unseeing, at whoever this person is. A thought enters my head as I lay there. This person, this one person, saved my life. How am I meant to repay that? Wait a second... Whoever it is, they must've found my glasses, because suddenly they're back on and I can almost see. There are numerous cracks in them, obivously, and I have to blink a few times to rid my eyes of this sleepy blur. There, kneeling next to me, is what appears to be an angel, only he has no wings. I know this boy, I know him... That blonde hair, those grey eyes that show nothing but concern... Suddenly I can tell who it is, and I know I should be angry with him for something, but I'm not. I can't be. I find myself trying to speak, to say something to my saviour...
"D-Draco..?" It hurts to speak, my voice is croaky and my lips are dry and cracked. His face suddenly splits into a wide smile. Not a grin or even a smirk - a genuine smile. I don't think I've ever seen one on him before. Despite my condition, he looks about ready to hug me.
"Harry! Harry, he's gone! And you're okay!" He exclaims, sounding a mix between ecstatic and panicked. I cringe, all this sound is hurting my ears, and he gives a whispered apology before standing up and muttering a quick spell. All of a sudden I'm in the air, levitating it would seem. I appear to be completely safe, and so slip back into the unconsciousness that keeps me that way.
"Harry... Wake up Harry..." My eyes flicker open slowly, but there's little more to see, since my glasses obviously haven't been found yet. I blink rapidly, trying to make my eyes focus when I know very well they won't. There's no movement as the shape above me - obviously the person the voice belongs to - appears to stand and stare for a few seconds. This blur I can slowly make out to have blonde hair. I know somebody with blonde hair... Who is it? I try to move my arm but there's enormous pain following that small movement. Well, I think to myself, obviously I'm not out of here yet. Then there's yet more pain as whoever this person is places a hand on my wrist to stop me from moving, but of course I don't really feel it. I just know it's there somehow. The only thing I do feel is a dull thudding in my head. This person speaks yet again. "Harry, you're okay... It's over..." It sounds so soothing to my ears that I think I might just fall asleep right now. But I can't. I stare up, unseeing, at whoever this person is. A thought enters my head as I lay there. This person, this one person, saved my life. How am I meant to repay that? Wait a second... Whoever it is, they must've found my glasses, because suddenly they're back on and I can almost see. There are numerous cracks in them, obivously, and I have to blink a few times to rid my eyes of this sleepy blur. There, kneeling next to me, is what appears to be an angel, only he has no wings. I know this boy, I know him... That blonde hair, those grey eyes that show nothing but concern... Suddenly I can tell who it is, and I know I should be angry with him for something, but I'm not. I can't be. I find myself trying to speak, to say something to my saviour...
"D-Draco..?" It hurts to speak, my voice is croaky and my lips are dry and cracked. His face suddenly splits into a wide smile. Not a grin or even a smirk - a genuine smile. I don't think I've ever seen one on him before. Despite my condition, he looks about ready to hug me.
"Harry! Harry, he's gone! And you're okay!" He exclaims, sounding a mix between ecstatic and panicked. I cringe, all this sound is hurting my ears, and he gives a whispered apology before standing up and muttering a quick spell. All of a sudden I'm in the air, levitating it would seem. I appear to be completely safe, and so slip back into the unconsciousness that keeps me that way.
