Chapter 1—Starting Anew
"Attention all passengers, flight AA904 is now boarding on Terminal 7. Flight
UA904 is now boarding on Terminal 7."
Low rumbling of voice, the echoing of steps as people walked past the waiting
areas, the swift roaring of the fierce airplanes announcing their departure or arrival once
in while. All these sounds invaded the time and space that surrounded a dark corner of a
waiting area situated close to Terminal 3. The clock hanging somewhere on the wall
ticked softly marking the time of 11.15 on October 6th.
Another plane roared as it raced up the runway, lifting off gently and making its
way toward its destination. Green-eyes flicked open, the young man's body turning
around to look outside. His emerald eyes followed the path of the blinking lights of the
man-made bird as it slowly disappeared into the night. Other planes were...well parked
right outside the window, their tails sporting different logos and names. It was extremely
relaxing to sit here and watch, the soft light giving a sweet atmosphere. Seated at a table
with a half empty plate of Chinese food on it, Harry Potter pulled himself out of his
reverie to answer the sell phone that purred in his Jacket.
Panicking for the moment that took place between the events of the phone ringing
and Harry picking it up, sweating palms flicked open the cell phone.
A sigh of relief.
It was only Jake. Oh how was he. Fine fine. Yes everything was in order. His fake
passport was clutched tightly in his hands. His new birth certificate was in his jacket
pocket. No no he hadn't lost them. He was very thankful for all the favors. Yes yes he
would call him the second he got to New York. Well they were just the usual questions,
nothing to worry about. Well except for the last question.
"Harry are you sure you're doing the right thing? Running away like this?"
Was he sure weather he was doing the right thing? No. no of course he wasn't
sure. He was never sure. Yes, was the reply.
"Attention all passengers. Flight BA 803 is now boarding at Terminal 3."
That was his call. Calmly, no numbly Harry Potter shut his phone, replacing it in
his jacket. Picking up his handbag and clutching the passport, he made his was to the
terminal.
An hour late Harry Potter was on a plane from Heathrow. His palms were still
sweaty from the nerve-racking take-off, but the young man could feel his heart rate
coming to a normal pace. Since it was late night already, the lights were dim and
everyone spoke in hushed voice. This gave him a sense of foreboding yet he felt calm
again. Almost numb. He was so tired, so extremely exhausted that he was just looking for
a good rest. He tried closing his eyes, his first class seat was leaned back, his fingers
curled tightly around his blanket. Few moments passed during which he kept his eyes
tightly shut, his brain beginning to shut down. And WHAM! It hit him again like always.
Picture upon picture flashed through his mind. It was that familiar hole in which he was
falling again. No not again. He gave up opening his eyes with a gasp. Once again his
vision came in contact with the soft atmosphere of the air borne plane. Without realizing
it, he ordered a drink, drowned it quickly and pulled the blanket around him once again.
The strong liquid burned his throat yet it felt good. Warm. Rummaging through his
pockets his nimble fingers came in contact with his pills. Pushing two down his throat
with water he waited. Waited silently for them to take effect. Soon he was soundly
asleep, his breathing normal and his mind undisturbed by images of a war he desperately
needed to leave behind.
"Welcome to New York Mr. Brian Strent."
He stood out side Airport John. F. Kennedy. His suitcase rolling behind him and his
handbag hanging off his shoulder. Snow was flowing down on the city, small flakes
graying Harry Potter's jet-black hair. No, Brian Strent's jet-black hair. He leaving
himself behind now. Brushing off the magical world behind and finally starting Anew.
A smile flashed on his face as the cab driver loaded his bags into the trunk and as
the cab pulled away from the curb, green eyes flicked softy, gleaming brightly after a
long time.
TBC.....