My Unforgivable Curse
I pace around the dormitory. Something bad is happening. I can feel it.
I sigh.
Why can't I get the feeling of dread out of my stomach?
Hermione and Ron told me to stay here. They told me I was too sick to come with them. Stupid fever. Ron told me to get some rest. Hermione looked nervous. When they left they said they'd be back soon. How soon was soon? Should they be back already? It's been an hour.
That's it. Without thinking twice, I grab a dark cloak and bury myself in it. I walk out into the common room and through the portrait hall. What now?
I glance around. I head towards the entrance hall.
It's so quiet, even considering it's eleven o'clock at night.
I keep walking. Every so often I pass a snoring portrait. I almost smile.
I quicken my pace. Almost there, I think to myself. I'm so close. Close to what? Where am I going? I shouldn't be out here. Maybe Hermione and Ron are back upstairs, waiting for me. I want to turn around and go up to my bed and sleep. But I can't. I need to keep going.
I reach the entrance. I open the door and walk out. I think I hear a scream. A scream?
I start running. I run as fast as my feet will carry me down towards the quidditch pitch. I've never run so fast in my life. Air is burning into my lungs. I'm at my destination.
I stop. From under the hood of my cloak I see Hermione and Ron and someone else. Someone in a black cloak. I can't make out their face.
The black-cloaked figure turns towards me.
Someone screams "No!" but it's too late.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The words sting the air. I gasp. I blink. I fall backwords. The hood of my cloak falls off. I think I'm still alive. I see Hermione and Ron. They're standing over me. Both are crying. I try to tell them everything is fine. I'm fine. But no words come out.
The hooded figure has come from behind. I try to warn them. Once again I'm frozen. I can't talk, I can't move. The person begins to lower their hood. I glance up towards their face and I see. Harry? He looks shocked. His jaw drops.
What is this? Everything is black. It's like when you squeeze your eyes shut and all you see are fuzzy sparks in the dark.
Are my eyes shut? I try to open them. Nothing happens. Am I sleeping? I try to wake up. Nothing.
Am I dead? Am I dying? Oh no.
A bright light interrupts the darkness surrounding me. It's small at first, but starts to grow larger.
No, no, no.
It's getting closer.
This isn't right. I'm not supposed to die. I'm only sixteen. I need to finish school. I need to go out and find a good job. I need to meet a beautiful stranger. I need to fall in love with my beautiful stranger. I need to get married. I need to have a family. I need to celebrate Christmas around a warm fire. I need to watch my children go to school and learn. I need to watch my children meet their own beautiful strangers and fall in love and start families and celebrate Christmas around the fire. I need to live a happy life. I need to grow old and tell stories of my long life to anyone who will listen. I need to. live.
By now I'm flooded in light. There is only a little darkness left.
I need to live. I need to live my life as perfectly as I've planned. This isn't happening. I can't die until the right time.
Is this the right time?
There is no more darkness. Only light. Suddenly, I can feel my feet again. I look down at them, just to make sure this is real. It's real.
I suppose this is the right time.
With all the courage I've ever possessed, I walk into the light at the end of the tunnel.
As piercing rays of white blind me, I know that I've died.
I pace around the dormitory. Something bad is happening. I can feel it.
I sigh.
Why can't I get the feeling of dread out of my stomach?
Hermione and Ron told me to stay here. They told me I was too sick to come with them. Stupid fever. Ron told me to get some rest. Hermione looked nervous. When they left they said they'd be back soon. How soon was soon? Should they be back already? It's been an hour.
That's it. Without thinking twice, I grab a dark cloak and bury myself in it. I walk out into the common room and through the portrait hall. What now?
I glance around. I head towards the entrance hall.
It's so quiet, even considering it's eleven o'clock at night.
I keep walking. Every so often I pass a snoring portrait. I almost smile.
I quicken my pace. Almost there, I think to myself. I'm so close. Close to what? Where am I going? I shouldn't be out here. Maybe Hermione and Ron are back upstairs, waiting for me. I want to turn around and go up to my bed and sleep. But I can't. I need to keep going.
I reach the entrance. I open the door and walk out. I think I hear a scream. A scream?
I start running. I run as fast as my feet will carry me down towards the quidditch pitch. I've never run so fast in my life. Air is burning into my lungs. I'm at my destination.
I stop. From under the hood of my cloak I see Hermione and Ron and someone else. Someone in a black cloak. I can't make out their face.
The black-cloaked figure turns towards me.
Someone screams "No!" but it's too late.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The words sting the air. I gasp. I blink. I fall backwords. The hood of my cloak falls off. I think I'm still alive. I see Hermione and Ron. They're standing over me. Both are crying. I try to tell them everything is fine. I'm fine. But no words come out.
The hooded figure has come from behind. I try to warn them. Once again I'm frozen. I can't talk, I can't move. The person begins to lower their hood. I glance up towards their face and I see. Harry? He looks shocked. His jaw drops.
What is this? Everything is black. It's like when you squeeze your eyes shut and all you see are fuzzy sparks in the dark.
Are my eyes shut? I try to open them. Nothing happens. Am I sleeping? I try to wake up. Nothing.
Am I dead? Am I dying? Oh no.
A bright light interrupts the darkness surrounding me. It's small at first, but starts to grow larger.
No, no, no.
It's getting closer.
This isn't right. I'm not supposed to die. I'm only sixteen. I need to finish school. I need to go out and find a good job. I need to meet a beautiful stranger. I need to fall in love with my beautiful stranger. I need to get married. I need to have a family. I need to celebrate Christmas around a warm fire. I need to watch my children go to school and learn. I need to watch my children meet their own beautiful strangers and fall in love and start families and celebrate Christmas around the fire. I need to live a happy life. I need to grow old and tell stories of my long life to anyone who will listen. I need to. live.
By now I'm flooded in light. There is only a little darkness left.
I need to live. I need to live my life as perfectly as I've planned. This isn't happening. I can't die until the right time.
Is this the right time?
There is no more darkness. Only light. Suddenly, I can feel my feet again. I look down at them, just to make sure this is real. It's real.
I suppose this is the right time.
With all the courage I've ever possessed, I walk into the light at the end of the tunnel.
As piercing rays of white blind me, I know that I've died.