Harry quietly recovered after having the wind thoroughly knocked-out
of him, shirting slightly, or trying to, after Uncle Venon and Dudley sat
down on either side of him and changed the channel with bored expressions.
The program quickly was changed from the Discovery Channel's owl
documentary Harry hade been watching. Harry sighed and allowed his eyes to
glaze over while watching some American program about answering moronic
questions and winning millions of dollars. The air seemed to still as the
tv, blaring incoherently, projected and dizzying amount of pointless images
awhirl to the rest of the unmoving room. Dudley and Uncle Dursley settled
down on the rest of the couch, making even the over-stuffed cushions
wheeze. Harry let out a long, depressed sigh.
Only one more month to go before he could go back to Hogwarts.
Harry continued to stare into oblivion, ideally thinking about writing either Hermione or Ron... both of whom he had not yet heard from. But who could blame them? Knowing Hermione, she was probably on some exotic trip and learning all she could while she was there, and Ron, well he could be traveling someplace too to visit his older brothers-- Charlie who was researching dragons in Romania, or Bill who was working in Gringotts in Egypt... and if he wasn't, he was already had three older brothers still living at home and a younger sister to keep him well occupied; especially with dodging Fred and George. Harry allowed himself a small smile before resuming his 'bored beyond belief' expression as he quickly reviewed all that had gone on for the past year at Hogwarts-- all the things he had learned, the fights Hermione and Ron got in, the fights Ron and he got in, the exciting Quidditch games, the yearly grand adventure that he always seemed to get in with Voldemort... he even hissed his few and yet frequent enough clashes with Malfoy, which in itself was almost pathetic. He was about to stifle a yawn when something, a sensation totally alien, seized him. It felt like... It felt like...
It was like he was being ripped apart and sucked inward at the same time. It wasn't painful, yet he was spinning into oblivion, melting through the floor like breaking the surface of the water and sinking into the depths, yet the walls of the house breaking and crashing down on him at the same time... Being sucked into a wormhole and flipped inside-out while flying solidly through space at dizzying speeds....
He could barely acknowledge the presence of Dudley, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia who had come skidding into the room, their faces quaking with fear, then leaping back as he fell onto the floor, the outline of his body dulling and becoming fuzzy while he flickered in and out, disappearing and reappearing, like bad static on the tv.....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
And it was over.
And it was over. All over for now.
He awoke some time later, still lying face down, but this time sprawled on top of his bed, the faces of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon peering at him, still fearful in expression, coming into focus. There was a moment before any of them spoke, Aunt Petunia so shaken that she couldn't say a thing if she wanted to, Uncle Vernon trying to think of something vaguely appropriate or threatening to say, and for Harry, there was nothing to say for him anyway, so he didn't bother with the effort. Until finally...
"You okay there, Harry...?" unused to a worried note in Vernon's voice, Harry sat up abruptly in surprise. And lost his lunch.
Only one more month to go before he could go back to Hogwarts.
Harry continued to stare into oblivion, ideally thinking about writing either Hermione or Ron... both of whom he had not yet heard from. But who could blame them? Knowing Hermione, she was probably on some exotic trip and learning all she could while she was there, and Ron, well he could be traveling someplace too to visit his older brothers-- Charlie who was researching dragons in Romania, or Bill who was working in Gringotts in Egypt... and if he wasn't, he was already had three older brothers still living at home and a younger sister to keep him well occupied; especially with dodging Fred and George. Harry allowed himself a small smile before resuming his 'bored beyond belief' expression as he quickly reviewed all that had gone on for the past year at Hogwarts-- all the things he had learned, the fights Hermione and Ron got in, the fights Ron and he got in, the exciting Quidditch games, the yearly grand adventure that he always seemed to get in with Voldemort... he even hissed his few and yet frequent enough clashes with Malfoy, which in itself was almost pathetic. He was about to stifle a yawn when something, a sensation totally alien, seized him. It felt like... It felt like...
It was like he was being ripped apart and sucked inward at the same time. It wasn't painful, yet he was spinning into oblivion, melting through the floor like breaking the surface of the water and sinking into the depths, yet the walls of the house breaking and crashing down on him at the same time... Being sucked into a wormhole and flipped inside-out while flying solidly through space at dizzying speeds....
He could barely acknowledge the presence of Dudley, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia who had come skidding into the room, their faces quaking with fear, then leaping back as he fell onto the floor, the outline of his body dulling and becoming fuzzy while he flickered in and out, disappearing and reappearing, like bad static on the tv.....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
And it was over.
And it was over. All over for now.
He awoke some time later, still lying face down, but this time sprawled on top of his bed, the faces of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon peering at him, still fearful in expression, coming into focus. There was a moment before any of them spoke, Aunt Petunia so shaken that she couldn't say a thing if she wanted to, Uncle Vernon trying to think of something vaguely appropriate or threatening to say, and for Harry, there was nothing to say for him anyway, so he didn't bother with the effort. Until finally...
"You okay there, Harry...?" unused to a worried note in Vernon's voice, Harry sat up abruptly in surprise. And lost his lunch.