AN: Well, this is one of the numerous HP fics I'm working on at the moment. Actually, this one was unplanned. I was trying to write something original, for a contest, and this came out. I just thought it would fit into one of my favorite kind of plots, while being completely different. I've changed a few things here, including the title, summary, and the rating, though that may change again. Chapter 2 is coming along great, so expect to see that out soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter! Except my backpack...and my books...and my shirt...and my CD, and my... Well, you get the picture. I don't own the idea of Harry Potter, and I don't own the rights.
To A Future Unknown Freedom
He hadn't known it was the middle of winter. That snow lay thick on the ground, the wind howling through the blackened forest, the sky a stormy gray. His breath came in short gasps, as the icy chill penetrated his flimsy clothes, all too easily. His skin, had before been frightfully pale, was now light blue.
He didn't feel it though. To him, it was the gentle summer's breeze he felt upon his face, and the warmth of the evening sun. He heard the rustle of the new green leaves in the springtime and saw a meadow of rustling grass and bright wildflowers, with a scent oh so lovely. Oh, to be free! he thought wistfully as he turned slowly, as if in a dream to take in everything.
A slow weary smile oozed across his features, as finally, the cold, snow, ice, and wind brought him to his knees. He flung himself back, deeper into the snow, his body too numb and his mind too far gone to feel the freezing at his back, and all around him. He only saw the dark-light blue of a summer sky and rolling cotton ball clouds, shining from the sun's glow. He was content in his delirium.
For that was who he was. What he was called, though it was not his real name. Delirious. How he saw things, things that no one else could see. He believed them too. It was how he'd earned that name. His true one long forgotten.
How he saw the summer in the winter now. And as it appeared to any casual viewer, how it would now lead to his death. But he could see death. More clearly that any soul he'd ever meet. It was why he allowed the delirium to take him. His own death was not a part of this vision. He could feel it in his heart.
As his smile slowly faded and darkness began to cloud his mind, he knew. He felt it. Something is going to happen... The grin, so close to disappearance, crept back onto his face and he was lost to the familiar blackness of unconsciousness.
Oh to be free...
