Secret Window, Secret Garden
by, Smeagol's girl
(Another one of my crossovers. The story of Secret Window by Stephen King with Harry Potter. Mostly based off the movie since I haven't finished the book. This is a psychological thriller, so if you don't pay attention, you may not get it. I own nothing. Rated PG-13 for language, violence, and some sexuality. Still trying to think of a sequel to Like Father Like Daughter, and I'm open to suggestions.)
I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite into my face
Never did I want to be here again
And I don't remember why I came
Candles raised by the moonlight
Why I'm so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay
Freezing feeling
Breathe in, Breathe in
I'm coming back again
I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite into my face
Never did I want to be here again
And I don't remember why I came
Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thoughts fill my mind
Find my shade by the moonlight
Why my thoughts aren't so clear
Demons, dreaming
Breathe in, Breathe in
I'm coming back again
I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite into my face
Never did I want to be here again
And I don't remember why I came
Voodoo, Voodoo
Voodoo, Voodoo...
- "Voodoo", Godsmack
"Just turn back. Don't go there. Turn around and walk away."
Harry sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel as the anger and fear intensified in his veins. Gritting his teeth, he spun the wheel around and turned the car around in the parking lot, rain splattering madly on the windshield. The headlights shined on the exit to the parking lot and he sat there, debating whether or not to follow that light and pretend nothing had happened. Just go home, slump in his recliner, and go back to his miserable life.
No, he thought to himself. This was ending now. All he had to do was barge in there and it'd be over. With white knuckles, he turned the car around again and headed for the door to the motel lobby, parking only a few feet away from it. He climbed out and trudged to the door, walking strait in and around the counter, ignoring the fact that the check-in man was watching from the faculty lounge. His eyes scanned around till he found the right key and grabbed it quickly, turning and running to his car while the man yelled at him. He drove to the motel room door, inching as close as he could get, and then, not thinking twice about it, plunged the key into the lock and opened the door in one swift motion.
He flipped the lights on, and two figures sat strait up in the bed, one of them having pull her blanket back up to cover her bare chest. The long black hair was unmistakable, and the brown eyes opened in shock assured him that it was Cho. The love of his life, the one girl he had given everything to. His wife.
The man next to her made a face at Harry and started shouting at him to get the hell out. Harry was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight for the longest time as the pain rushed to his head. He had known for almost a month now that his wife had been keeping something from him, but this was not the way he wanted to find out. Eyes filling with tears, he shrieked, "NO!" in the man's face and forced himself to walk away, hand squeezing his forehead, blocking out every word the man was shouting at him.