"Love Is Blind"
Chapter 4: "Demented"
Disclaimer: I only own Sara and her bird. Everything else belongs to, um, well...you get the picture.
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"What was that?" Sara asked, fear in her high-pitched voice. Harry didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the fallen tree. "Matt?"
He let go of her hand, and walked toward the tree.
"Matt!" she squealed.
"Sara, it's all right. Everything is okay," he replied quickly. He didn't look back at her, but headed slowly for the tree. Something happened...the tree didn't just fall...something made it fall...
"Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Sara," Harry answered.
"Oh, yes. I can completely see you," she said sarcastically.
"Sara. Please, please...don't say another word..." Harry fumbled.
"What? Is something the matter?"
"Hush!" Harry snapped. The morning light was fading...the dark was taking over. A biting cold was slowly climbing up their limbs. He could hear Sara gasping for breath...
It was pitch black.
Harry turned his head this way and that in attempts of finding the smallest bit of light, but he found only more darkness. Swallow's squawks could be heard from every direction; other than it's piercing squawks, there was only silence.
"Sara?" Harry whispered.
No answer.
"Where's that blasted bird when you need it?" Harry whispered furiously. Suddenly, something went right to his chest and was fluttering wildly. "Monstrosity!"
He felt what he was waiting for. He felt that feeling...the feeling that you would never be happy again. He grabbed his wand; his hands flinging wildly in front of him. Swallow was pecking at him.
"Will (swap) you (swap) leave (swap) me (swap) alone?" Harry yelled angrily.
Something cold and slimy grabbed his arm and Harry fell unconscious as his body hit the cold ground.
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Harry woke up, grumbling, in a small, dimly lit room about the size of a broom closet. He looked around the dingy closet, and found a small cot in the corner with a beautiful girl sitting on it and a madly squawking hawk flying in circles around her head.
"Sara?" Harry said, slowly, readjusting his glasses properly on his nose.
"Matt?"
A jab in the stomach as Sara spoke. The fact that Sara still didn't know his name was painful and just a trickling bit unbearable. Harry cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Yeah. It's me," he replied slowly, getting to his feet.
"What happened?"
"I don't know..." His voice trailed off as he walked around the closet, examining the dirty, paint-peeling walls. "Do you remember what happened to you?"
"It all happened so fast...um, but I did feel very odd..."
"Like you would never be happy?"
"Yes...and then something cold and moldy grabbed my arm and the next thing I knew, I was laying on this mattress." She patted the cot slightly to show him which mattress she was referring to.
Harry sat down on the floor in front of her, as they didn't speak.
"Have you ever had a dance underneath the stars?" Sara asked.
Harry looked at her. What a stupid question to ask at a time like this, but he decided to humor her. "No. I-I haven't."
"Oh," Sara replied before they were enveloped in silence once again.
"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" Sara asked softly.
"Of course we will," Harry said in an assuring voice. "And when we do, I promise, that I will give you a dance underneath the stars." As he said this, a smile spread across her radiant face, and Harry felt as if he could soar...
"Having fun?" drawled a husky voice form behind them.
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A/N: TBC...
Chapter 4: "Demented"
Disclaimer: I only own Sara and her bird. Everything else belongs to, um, well...you get the picture.
*
"What was that?" Sara asked, fear in her high-pitched voice. Harry didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the fallen tree. "Matt?"
He let go of her hand, and walked toward the tree.
"Matt!" she squealed.
"Sara, it's all right. Everything is okay," he replied quickly. He didn't look back at her, but headed slowly for the tree. Something happened...the tree didn't just fall...something made it fall...
"Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Sara," Harry answered.
"Oh, yes. I can completely see you," she said sarcastically.
"Sara. Please, please...don't say another word..." Harry fumbled.
"What? Is something the matter?"
"Hush!" Harry snapped. The morning light was fading...the dark was taking over. A biting cold was slowly climbing up their limbs. He could hear Sara gasping for breath...
It was pitch black.
Harry turned his head this way and that in attempts of finding the smallest bit of light, but he found only more darkness. Swallow's squawks could be heard from every direction; other than it's piercing squawks, there was only silence.
"Sara?" Harry whispered.
No answer.
"Where's that blasted bird when you need it?" Harry whispered furiously. Suddenly, something went right to his chest and was fluttering wildly. "Monstrosity!"
He felt what he was waiting for. He felt that feeling...the feeling that you would never be happy again. He grabbed his wand; his hands flinging wildly in front of him. Swallow was pecking at him.
"Will (swap) you (swap) leave (swap) me (swap) alone?" Harry yelled angrily.
Something cold and slimy grabbed his arm and Harry fell unconscious as his body hit the cold ground.
*
Harry woke up, grumbling, in a small, dimly lit room about the size of a broom closet. He looked around the dingy closet, and found a small cot in the corner with a beautiful girl sitting on it and a madly squawking hawk flying in circles around her head.
"Sara?" Harry said, slowly, readjusting his glasses properly on his nose.
"Matt?"
A jab in the stomach as Sara spoke. The fact that Sara still didn't know his name was painful and just a trickling bit unbearable. Harry cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Yeah. It's me," he replied slowly, getting to his feet.
"What happened?"
"I don't know..." His voice trailed off as he walked around the closet, examining the dirty, paint-peeling walls. "Do you remember what happened to you?"
"It all happened so fast...um, but I did feel very odd..."
"Like you would never be happy?"
"Yes...and then something cold and moldy grabbed my arm and the next thing I knew, I was laying on this mattress." She patted the cot slightly to show him which mattress she was referring to.
Harry sat down on the floor in front of her, as they didn't speak.
"Have you ever had a dance underneath the stars?" Sara asked.
Harry looked at her. What a stupid question to ask at a time like this, but he decided to humor her. "No. I-I haven't."
"Oh," Sara replied before they were enveloped in silence once again.
"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" Sara asked softly.
"Of course we will," Harry said in an assuring voice. "And when we do, I promise, that I will give you a dance underneath the stars." As he said this, a smile spread across her radiant face, and Harry felt as if he could soar...
"Having fun?" drawled a husky voice form behind them.
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A/N: TBC...
