A/N: This chapter is probably going to be rather short, but I'm almost
certain it'll be interesting to read, at least I hope so...
Chapter 46: Darkness
There was darkness all around him. Absolutely nothing but darkness. Harry looked around, but there was still no difference in his surroundings than the last hundred times he checked. He had no idea how long he had been here, it could have been hours, weeks or even years, nor did he know which way was left or right, or even if he was standing the right way up. Harry looked around him again, desperately wanting to get out. He knew that was the idea, that he had to escape, but he just did not know how. He heard a noise almost right beside him, and then a voice that he was sure he recognized.
"Parvati's dumped you mate," the voice whispered and Harry snapped his head to the side, almost certain he would see the person to whom the voice belonged, it was so close beside him, after all, but there was only darkness. He wondered who this Parvati was and what the voice wanted to tell him with it. Harry knew he once knew the name, that he once knew who the voice belonged to, but it seemed as if someone had completely wiped his memory blank, for he did not even know his own name. Maybe it was a game? To see if he would ever get out? And if he didn't he would spend eternity wandering as a lost soul around this place of darkness.
He tried hard to remember who the voice belonged to and the answer seemed to be right there in front of him, but just out of his reach. Bright light shone from far, far away, only a tiny dot to Harry, and he tried to see what it was, before it disappeared again. He ran forward, determined to find the place from where the light had shone, and it felt weird. Though he had walked and run many times in this space, he still never got used to the feeling. It was as if he was running through the air, and he wasn't even sure if he was going in a straight line or a downwards one, or if he wasn't just veering off to the left. No matter how long or fast he ran, the light did not shine again and he stopped again, once more searching his surroundings for some grip.
Harry searched his memory again, this time to why he was here. The only thing he could remember was a lot of... force and him being pushed into the air by it. That was all. He could remember someone angry being there... maybe he had gotten into a fight and had gotten killed? Maybe this was hell? Once again, a bright white light shone, now from a different direction, but Harry saw that it was slightly larger than the other one. He immediately ran forward, but before he had even taken so much as a few great strides, the light was gone and he stood still again.
He was scared of course, this place completely frightened him and he did feel like crying, but he did not know what for. Who knows if the place he had been in before was better than this? What if there had been eternal suffering and death in his other world and this was a haven where he could get away from it? But he knew by the voice that kept whispering things from the other world into his ear, that it was not better here and that if given the choice, he would rather go back to his normal world... unless this was his normal world and he was the only one left? But then why did he not know what had happened before this? Why did he suddenly find this, where he was, strange and unusual? And why did he know there was a somewhere else where he really belonged when he was stuck here with no way out?
There was a prickling feeling in his head. Harry winced in pain when it would not stop and he tried hard to make end it, which only seemed to make it worse. He reached up with one hand and touched the place on his forehead, from where the pain was coming. He felt something. It was a cut, a strange shaped cut and when he had traced it with his fingers for the 10th time, he found it was a strange, zigzag line that seemed to be in the shape of a lightning bolt. This was why he had fought, Harry knew, and instantly the same bright light shone, this time from his right (it kept changing position) and again it was slightly larger than the last time. He knew better than to run and scare it away, so he focused hard on the fight. Another piece of the puzzle seemed to come into place as he closed his eyes and knew that someone had wanted him dead, by the one he had fought. When he opened his eyes, Harry saw that the light had grown a little. He smiled to himself. Maybe he would be able to escape after all? But he had stopped concentrating on what he had only just figured out and the light disappeared again, much to Harry's disappointment; that light was the only thing to keep him company. Now it was just him swallowed in darkness again.
~*~*~*~
Harry did not know how much time had passed since he had heard the voice speak again, but it had felt like a decade. He had begun to give up hope of ever figuring more out about his world and seeing the light again, when he heard the same friendly voice from right beside him again, but when he looked, there was no one there, just the ever looming darkness that he gotten used to. But instead of the usual short sentences, the voice seemed to give a whole speech, and Harry listened to it intently, hanging on to every word as if his life depended on it, which was quite true.
"I don't know if you can hear me... I haven't asked the Healers if you're able to... but I speak to you anyway, because I feel, actually hope, that you can and that this way you'll know we're all here for you. The last thing I told you was that Parvati had ditched you, sorry about that by the way, but this time I have happier news, great news, in fact. Nora and Draco are engaged. It's a bit soon, but they said the wedding would be after they had finished Hogwarts." Harry gave a jerk with his head when a sudden flash of a high towering castle, glowing eerily comforting in the darkness of the night shot through his mind. But as soon as it had come it was gone and Harry heard nothing else from the voice. The light shone weakly and then faded away. He knew this was his chance to try and get it closer, now that he had more information, and though he could not remember anything of what had been said, it all sounded so familiar he was furious with himself for not knowing.
The voice had mentioned Healers. Harry had no idea what they were, but from the name he guessed they healed people... so he was ill? Or at least in some state that needed him to be cared for. And Parvati had been mentioned again... but he did not really want to ponder on that; judging by the way the voice spoken of her, she hadn't been very nice. Harry thought hard. A wedding had been mentioned. Nora and Draco. His stomach did an odd sort of flip as he thought about the last name. He knew that if he just remembered Draco, he would be able to get out of here. Harry raked his mind to hurting point for anything that would help him and when he was on the verge of giving up, he received another flash, which contained only a flash of bright light and a weird feeling in his right hand. As if it was being held. Harry gently shook it up and down and then gazed at it. He had shaken hands with someone, no with Draco and that caused the flash of white light! His breathing was very fast now. He was almost there, he could see the white light clearly now, it was right there, but still a far away. If only he had some more information... if only the voice was here again... to keep him company.
Harry heaved a sigh, something he had not done in a long time, or he had and it had just felt like a long time ago. He thought every single piece of his world over, to see if somehow he would be able to pry something else out of it as well. He had fought with someone who wanted him dead... someone who had given him that scar, he realized... and the person had thrown him into the air, causing him to have to be taken care of by other people who could heal him... there was a voice who talked to him a lot and told him things, hoping he would be able to hear... the voice was his friend... Nora and Draco were engaged, getting married after Hogwarts, a large pleasant castle... he had once shaken hands with Draco and a bright white light shone... had it been a light of connection? Harry did not realize he had closed his eyes while thinking, and when he opened them he saw the light of the exit dancing merrily in front of him. Though he knew it was still far away, the circle of light was already larger in diameter than he was in length. Harry longed for it to stay there and let him walk through, but he knew it would not allow it, not until he had completed the puzzle.
~*~*~*~
Hope was definitely fading now. Harry had not heard from the voice for so long now, even longer than before, that he thought it had given up hope and left him. But Harry did not want it to have left; he wanted to get out of wherever it was he was stuck and he wanted to know who that voice was that was helping him out of here, and if the voice knew it was helping him. It felt liked another incredibly long time when he heard the voice again. It was more wondering now, more desperate, and still it sounded as if the person who was speaking was right beside Harry, and he could not help but check to make sure, but there was no one.
"I'm wondering what goes on when someone's in a coma...I supposed they just sleep until they wake up... do you dream, Harry?" 'Who?' thought Harry. 'What, that's my name? ... I'm Harry.' "I guess you do. I hope they're only good dreams, not nightmares. I wonder if you dream of Sirius... or of your parents. Maybe the dead visit you in your dreams when you're in a coma? Well, I certainly hope Voldemort stays out of there..." the voice heaved a sigh and Harry looked a bit dazed. "I hope you wake up soon... I miss you... the others do to, but I think I'm the only one who actually talks to you... I really hope you wake up soon."
Harry needed a while to process this, it contained a lot of information he did not know how to handle... if he was in a coma then how on earth... earth? Was that his world? Was his world earth? Harry felt like crying again. Why did he not know!? He ordered himself to calm down and he slowly did, taking a few deep breaths and then beginning to process everything again, hoping he would be able to get out now... it felt like he would.
He was in a coma, yet still stuck in eternal darkness... the voice had called him Harry, which was probably his name... someone named Sirius had been mentioned. There was a picture of a man, good looks taken away, completely filthy, looking like he was on the run... it was familiar, but, then again, everything else was, too... he had had parents, but they were dead... why? He wanted to have parents, but why did he not? Harry felt like crying again, though he stubbornly continued, there was only one thing left to process... there was someone named Voldemort, Harry found it a strange name.
Voldemort. Who named they're child that? But that was not important anymore; Harry saw the now small dot of bright light rapidly growing into the large circle as painful flashes of what seemed to be his life from before ran through his mind. He was one year old, a bright, green light striking his parents, both of them falling on the ground. He was older now, how old he did not know, a dog was chasing him around a garden. Still older now. A large, rough looking man, though with a friendly smile and twinkling eyes handed him a letter. Wizard. A high towering castle, glowing eerily comforting in the darkness of the night. Hogwarts. Three children, two girls and one boy... the friendly voice. A large snake, about to strike him. A sword with ruby's. Gryffindor. A tall man, twinkling eyes, long beard and always a smile. A dead student beside him in a graveyard. Sirius falling through an innocently fluttering veil. Masked men killing students. Large castle, towering eerily above them, people battling in front of it, some dead, some alive. Tall, snake-like man, smiling evilly... Voldemort.
As Harry thought it, the circle of light sucked him into it and he felt everything rushing back to him. Not just the flashes of random things he had experienced, but his memory, his own memory that had been wiped blank so, so long ago was coming back to him and he felt as if it was going to be to much. The light was blinding and he closed his eyes, wishing it would pass, wishing he was in his own world, his earth. It all suddenly stopped as sudden as it had come and he did not dare move. Harry felt himself lying in a bed and after calming his heart down and breathing normally again he carefully opened his eyes and looked at a white ceiling. A plain white ceiling, though in his mind, nothing could have been more beautiful.
A/N: Oh my god, I cannot believe I wrote this in one day! It's short, I know, only 4 pages, but it's got a lot of description and I really hope it was interesting to read. I really tried my best... I always do. =D But unfortunately my writers block, though it left me alone for the last few chapters, came back and the next chapter is starting off rather slow, so be patient, please.
Kalieris – yes, well, I'll try to change the situation between Hermione and her father a bit as well, but Hermione has a different way of dealing with loss. I mean, take Nora, for example. She just cries and cries and shuts herself off for a while, but Hermione pushes it away and overcomes it. Besides, Voldemort killed her mother, so all her rage goes to his direction. But I will try to change it, thanks for pointing that out to me. I checked the previous chapter to see where I had written about Hermione's parents, but I couldn't find it... do you maybe remember where exactly it was? Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Dumbeldave – yes, well, you like all of my chapters, so I wonder why I keep thinking you might not like the next one I write... but there's a first time for everything. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Archelous – Bite me.
Enchanted Soul – Glad you like my story so much! It's ok if you haven't reviewed before, I really don't mind, as long as you like reading my story and don't flame, like the (...) above you. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Chapter 46: Darkness
There was darkness all around him. Absolutely nothing but darkness. Harry looked around, but there was still no difference in his surroundings than the last hundred times he checked. He had no idea how long he had been here, it could have been hours, weeks or even years, nor did he know which way was left or right, or even if he was standing the right way up. Harry looked around him again, desperately wanting to get out. He knew that was the idea, that he had to escape, but he just did not know how. He heard a noise almost right beside him, and then a voice that he was sure he recognized.
"Parvati's dumped you mate," the voice whispered and Harry snapped his head to the side, almost certain he would see the person to whom the voice belonged, it was so close beside him, after all, but there was only darkness. He wondered who this Parvati was and what the voice wanted to tell him with it. Harry knew he once knew the name, that he once knew who the voice belonged to, but it seemed as if someone had completely wiped his memory blank, for he did not even know his own name. Maybe it was a game? To see if he would ever get out? And if he didn't he would spend eternity wandering as a lost soul around this place of darkness.
He tried hard to remember who the voice belonged to and the answer seemed to be right there in front of him, but just out of his reach. Bright light shone from far, far away, only a tiny dot to Harry, and he tried to see what it was, before it disappeared again. He ran forward, determined to find the place from where the light had shone, and it felt weird. Though he had walked and run many times in this space, he still never got used to the feeling. It was as if he was running through the air, and he wasn't even sure if he was going in a straight line or a downwards one, or if he wasn't just veering off to the left. No matter how long or fast he ran, the light did not shine again and he stopped again, once more searching his surroundings for some grip.
Harry searched his memory again, this time to why he was here. The only thing he could remember was a lot of... force and him being pushed into the air by it. That was all. He could remember someone angry being there... maybe he had gotten into a fight and had gotten killed? Maybe this was hell? Once again, a bright white light shone, now from a different direction, but Harry saw that it was slightly larger than the other one. He immediately ran forward, but before he had even taken so much as a few great strides, the light was gone and he stood still again.
He was scared of course, this place completely frightened him and he did feel like crying, but he did not know what for. Who knows if the place he had been in before was better than this? What if there had been eternal suffering and death in his other world and this was a haven where he could get away from it? But he knew by the voice that kept whispering things from the other world into his ear, that it was not better here and that if given the choice, he would rather go back to his normal world... unless this was his normal world and he was the only one left? But then why did he not know what had happened before this? Why did he suddenly find this, where he was, strange and unusual? And why did he know there was a somewhere else where he really belonged when he was stuck here with no way out?
There was a prickling feeling in his head. Harry winced in pain when it would not stop and he tried hard to make end it, which only seemed to make it worse. He reached up with one hand and touched the place on his forehead, from where the pain was coming. He felt something. It was a cut, a strange shaped cut and when he had traced it with his fingers for the 10th time, he found it was a strange, zigzag line that seemed to be in the shape of a lightning bolt. This was why he had fought, Harry knew, and instantly the same bright light shone, this time from his right (it kept changing position) and again it was slightly larger than the last time. He knew better than to run and scare it away, so he focused hard on the fight. Another piece of the puzzle seemed to come into place as he closed his eyes and knew that someone had wanted him dead, by the one he had fought. When he opened his eyes, Harry saw that the light had grown a little. He smiled to himself. Maybe he would be able to escape after all? But he had stopped concentrating on what he had only just figured out and the light disappeared again, much to Harry's disappointment; that light was the only thing to keep him company. Now it was just him swallowed in darkness again.
~*~*~*~
Harry did not know how much time had passed since he had heard the voice speak again, but it had felt like a decade. He had begun to give up hope of ever figuring more out about his world and seeing the light again, when he heard the same friendly voice from right beside him again, but when he looked, there was no one there, just the ever looming darkness that he gotten used to. But instead of the usual short sentences, the voice seemed to give a whole speech, and Harry listened to it intently, hanging on to every word as if his life depended on it, which was quite true.
"I don't know if you can hear me... I haven't asked the Healers if you're able to... but I speak to you anyway, because I feel, actually hope, that you can and that this way you'll know we're all here for you. The last thing I told you was that Parvati had ditched you, sorry about that by the way, but this time I have happier news, great news, in fact. Nora and Draco are engaged. It's a bit soon, but they said the wedding would be after they had finished Hogwarts." Harry gave a jerk with his head when a sudden flash of a high towering castle, glowing eerily comforting in the darkness of the night shot through his mind. But as soon as it had come it was gone and Harry heard nothing else from the voice. The light shone weakly and then faded away. He knew this was his chance to try and get it closer, now that he had more information, and though he could not remember anything of what had been said, it all sounded so familiar he was furious with himself for not knowing.
The voice had mentioned Healers. Harry had no idea what they were, but from the name he guessed they healed people... so he was ill? Or at least in some state that needed him to be cared for. And Parvati had been mentioned again... but he did not really want to ponder on that; judging by the way the voice spoken of her, she hadn't been very nice. Harry thought hard. A wedding had been mentioned. Nora and Draco. His stomach did an odd sort of flip as he thought about the last name. He knew that if he just remembered Draco, he would be able to get out of here. Harry raked his mind to hurting point for anything that would help him and when he was on the verge of giving up, he received another flash, which contained only a flash of bright light and a weird feeling in his right hand. As if it was being held. Harry gently shook it up and down and then gazed at it. He had shaken hands with someone, no with Draco and that caused the flash of white light! His breathing was very fast now. He was almost there, he could see the white light clearly now, it was right there, but still a far away. If only he had some more information... if only the voice was here again... to keep him company.
Harry heaved a sigh, something he had not done in a long time, or he had and it had just felt like a long time ago. He thought every single piece of his world over, to see if somehow he would be able to pry something else out of it as well. He had fought with someone who wanted him dead... someone who had given him that scar, he realized... and the person had thrown him into the air, causing him to have to be taken care of by other people who could heal him... there was a voice who talked to him a lot and told him things, hoping he would be able to hear... the voice was his friend... Nora and Draco were engaged, getting married after Hogwarts, a large pleasant castle... he had once shaken hands with Draco and a bright white light shone... had it been a light of connection? Harry did not realize he had closed his eyes while thinking, and when he opened them he saw the light of the exit dancing merrily in front of him. Though he knew it was still far away, the circle of light was already larger in diameter than he was in length. Harry longed for it to stay there and let him walk through, but he knew it would not allow it, not until he had completed the puzzle.
~*~*~*~
Hope was definitely fading now. Harry had not heard from the voice for so long now, even longer than before, that he thought it had given up hope and left him. But Harry did not want it to have left; he wanted to get out of wherever it was he was stuck and he wanted to know who that voice was that was helping him out of here, and if the voice knew it was helping him. It felt liked another incredibly long time when he heard the voice again. It was more wondering now, more desperate, and still it sounded as if the person who was speaking was right beside Harry, and he could not help but check to make sure, but there was no one.
"I'm wondering what goes on when someone's in a coma...I supposed they just sleep until they wake up... do you dream, Harry?" 'Who?' thought Harry. 'What, that's my name? ... I'm Harry.' "I guess you do. I hope they're only good dreams, not nightmares. I wonder if you dream of Sirius... or of your parents. Maybe the dead visit you in your dreams when you're in a coma? Well, I certainly hope Voldemort stays out of there..." the voice heaved a sigh and Harry looked a bit dazed. "I hope you wake up soon... I miss you... the others do to, but I think I'm the only one who actually talks to you... I really hope you wake up soon."
Harry needed a while to process this, it contained a lot of information he did not know how to handle... if he was in a coma then how on earth... earth? Was that his world? Was his world earth? Harry felt like crying again. Why did he not know!? He ordered himself to calm down and he slowly did, taking a few deep breaths and then beginning to process everything again, hoping he would be able to get out now... it felt like he would.
He was in a coma, yet still stuck in eternal darkness... the voice had called him Harry, which was probably his name... someone named Sirius had been mentioned. There was a picture of a man, good looks taken away, completely filthy, looking like he was on the run... it was familiar, but, then again, everything else was, too... he had had parents, but they were dead... why? He wanted to have parents, but why did he not? Harry felt like crying again, though he stubbornly continued, there was only one thing left to process... there was someone named Voldemort, Harry found it a strange name.
Voldemort. Who named they're child that? But that was not important anymore; Harry saw the now small dot of bright light rapidly growing into the large circle as painful flashes of what seemed to be his life from before ran through his mind. He was one year old, a bright, green light striking his parents, both of them falling on the ground. He was older now, how old he did not know, a dog was chasing him around a garden. Still older now. A large, rough looking man, though with a friendly smile and twinkling eyes handed him a letter. Wizard. A high towering castle, glowing eerily comforting in the darkness of the night. Hogwarts. Three children, two girls and one boy... the friendly voice. A large snake, about to strike him. A sword with ruby's. Gryffindor. A tall man, twinkling eyes, long beard and always a smile. A dead student beside him in a graveyard. Sirius falling through an innocently fluttering veil. Masked men killing students. Large castle, towering eerily above them, people battling in front of it, some dead, some alive. Tall, snake-like man, smiling evilly... Voldemort.
As Harry thought it, the circle of light sucked him into it and he felt everything rushing back to him. Not just the flashes of random things he had experienced, but his memory, his own memory that had been wiped blank so, so long ago was coming back to him and he felt as if it was going to be to much. The light was blinding and he closed his eyes, wishing it would pass, wishing he was in his own world, his earth. It all suddenly stopped as sudden as it had come and he did not dare move. Harry felt himself lying in a bed and after calming his heart down and breathing normally again he carefully opened his eyes and looked at a white ceiling. A plain white ceiling, though in his mind, nothing could have been more beautiful.
A/N: Oh my god, I cannot believe I wrote this in one day! It's short, I know, only 4 pages, but it's got a lot of description and I really hope it was interesting to read. I really tried my best... I always do. =D But unfortunately my writers block, though it left me alone for the last few chapters, came back and the next chapter is starting off rather slow, so be patient, please.
Kalieris – yes, well, I'll try to change the situation between Hermione and her father a bit as well, but Hermione has a different way of dealing with loss. I mean, take Nora, for example. She just cries and cries and shuts herself off for a while, but Hermione pushes it away and overcomes it. Besides, Voldemort killed her mother, so all her rage goes to his direction. But I will try to change it, thanks for pointing that out to me. I checked the previous chapter to see where I had written about Hermione's parents, but I couldn't find it... do you maybe remember where exactly it was? Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Dumbeldave – yes, well, you like all of my chapters, so I wonder why I keep thinking you might not like the next one I write... but there's a first time for everything. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Archelous – Bite me.
Enchanted Soul – Glad you like my story so much! It's ok if you haven't reviewed before, I really don't mind, as long as you like reading my story and don't flame, like the (...) above you. Thanks for reading and reviewing!