**Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I just made up the story.**
He looked around as his new surroundings, wide-eyed but happy. There was no white as far as Harry could tell and this delighted him greatly.
Hermione placed an arm around his shoulders and guided her friend into the spare room in which Harry's things had been put in earlier. 'Mione had made sure it was fairly dark, blues, greens but no white. It felt good to have Harry around and she hoped that having him near familiar people would help him recover.
Though it had been nearly 15 years since Ron's death and Harry showed no signs of improving Hermione had not, would not given up hope.
**
He lay there in the dark, warm in his new bed. It was extremely peaceful in the Krumm-Granger household but not even that could send Harry to sleep. The words that had haunted him since the night in the alley had left, being replaced by new ones which were spoken in a cold, harsh tone.
~hunting you I can smell you - alive your heart pounding in my head~
Even though most of the memories he'd once had had dissolved, Harry recognized the voice as Voldemort's. So, the king of all things evil wanted Harry eh? Well then evil was gonna get Harry. He threw back the covers and swung open the door, sprinting out into the cold dark night.
**
Once outside, Harry was drawn to something, pushed towards it. Just like that night he lost Ron. When he awoke Harry found himself sprawled out on the front steps of a seemingly abandoned house.
~= 'Haunted' - Evanescence.
He looked around as his new surroundings, wide-eyed but happy. There was no white as far as Harry could tell and this delighted him greatly.
Hermione placed an arm around his shoulders and guided her friend into the spare room in which Harry's things had been put in earlier. 'Mione had made sure it was fairly dark, blues, greens but no white. It felt good to have Harry around and she hoped that having him near familiar people would help him recover.
Though it had been nearly 15 years since Ron's death and Harry showed no signs of improving Hermione had not, would not given up hope.
**
He lay there in the dark, warm in his new bed. It was extremely peaceful in the Krumm-Granger household but not even that could send Harry to sleep. The words that had haunted him since the night in the alley had left, being replaced by new ones which were spoken in a cold, harsh tone.
~hunting you I can smell you - alive your heart pounding in my head~
Even though most of the memories he'd once had had dissolved, Harry recognized the voice as Voldemort's. So, the king of all things evil wanted Harry eh? Well then evil was gonna get Harry. He threw back the covers and swung open the door, sprinting out into the cold dark night.
**
Once outside, Harry was drawn to something, pushed towards it. Just like that night he lost Ron. When he awoke Harry found himself sprawled out on the front steps of a seemingly abandoned house.
~= 'Haunted' - Evanescence.