E t h e r e a l
The darkness whispers in his ears. The mist floats like ghostly clouds. It is the most ethereal picture Harry has ever seen, and right in the middle of it is Neville, now a wraithlike, unearthly creature, with unseeing blue eyes.
"Harry!"
Ron and Hermione can call all they like, but now all Harry sees is Neville and the image of ethereality. It is an image imprinted into his eyelids, his brain, his mind, and his life, his everything.
"Neville…" he hisses. A thin, white hand reaches out.
"Yes, Harry," Neville smiles. "Come, Harry, join us…"
Harry smiles a wan smile in response. He takes a deep breath. "The world can fuck off, for all I care."
And with that last sentiment, Harry steps up to join Neville in his ghostly world of ethereal shadows.
