Ch 5
The feeling was unbearable. It was like. . . actually, it was like nothing he could put into words. It was completely unbearable pain that murdered his body, and his brain. He thought for sure he was being abused, but in perhaps one of the worst ways possible.
He looked up to try and see who was aiming the spell at him, perhaps to mumble a countercurse, but his eyes were out of focus. The room was blurry, and there was no trace of his consciousness.
He tried to breathe normally but it just wasn't working. Visions kept flying through his head; the day he met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his very best friends. In the Three Broomsticks where Luna Lovegood first kissed him. That green flash of light, the only thing he could recollect from the night his parents died. He didn't know if he could stand it anymore. He thought of the fight he got in with Ron. This pain. . . it was terrible. It was killing him, literally. He immediately felt sorrow for Neville's parents, now having known what they went through. He stopped breathing. He didn't know why, but he felt something had blocked his air supply. Or maybe he was imagining it.
Immediately, more visions. The teary kiss from Cho Chang. The expression on Ron's face when he saw Hermione, all dressed up for the Yule Ball, dancing with his all-time favorite Quidditch player, Viktor Krum.
For the first time in years, he felt the deceiving and painful grip of tears upon his eyes. It seized him, and within moments, he was weeping on the floor. Nothing mattered anymore. He remembered a time when he had believed there were stars that granted wishes. Now the stars were gone- and there were no more dreams worth wishing for.
Painful stabs grabbed at his heart. He couldn't hear it beating. He believed he had fell unconscious, or perhaps insane. Harry wondered if crazy people ever thought about whether or not they were deranged. Probably not.
All of the mistakes in his life, all seemed useless. Whoever thought that you could possibly learn from them obviously had no brain.
He doubted he would live anyway.
The feeling was unbearable. It was like. . . actually, it was like nothing he could put into words. It was completely unbearable pain that murdered his body, and his brain. He thought for sure he was being abused, but in perhaps one of the worst ways possible.
He looked up to try and see who was aiming the spell at him, perhaps to mumble a countercurse, but his eyes were out of focus. The room was blurry, and there was no trace of his consciousness.
He tried to breathe normally but it just wasn't working. Visions kept flying through his head; the day he met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his very best friends. In the Three Broomsticks where Luna Lovegood first kissed him. That green flash of light, the only thing he could recollect from the night his parents died. He didn't know if he could stand it anymore. He thought of the fight he got in with Ron. This pain. . . it was terrible. It was killing him, literally. He immediately felt sorrow for Neville's parents, now having known what they went through. He stopped breathing. He didn't know why, but he felt something had blocked his air supply. Or maybe he was imagining it.
Immediately, more visions. The teary kiss from Cho Chang. The expression on Ron's face when he saw Hermione, all dressed up for the Yule Ball, dancing with his all-time favorite Quidditch player, Viktor Krum.
For the first time in years, he felt the deceiving and painful grip of tears upon his eyes. It seized him, and within moments, he was weeping on the floor. Nothing mattered anymore. He remembered a time when he had believed there were stars that granted wishes. Now the stars were gone- and there were no more dreams worth wishing for.
Painful stabs grabbed at his heart. He couldn't hear it beating. He believed he had fell unconscious, or perhaps insane. Harry wondered if crazy people ever thought about whether or not they were deranged. Probably not.
All of the mistakes in his life, all seemed useless. Whoever thought that you could possibly learn from them obviously had no brain.
He doubted he would live anyway.