Warnings: AUish, changing PoV's, overuse of 2nd person, strange.
Notes: Written while thinking of Yuugioh and under a lack of sleep. For Kat-chan.
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"Oh God, Harry, no!"
He looked for reassurance. He got none.
"Oh God, no! What have I done?"
A violent shudder. A whimper.
A whisper.
"What have I become?"
Empty green eyes watch him collapse.
- - -
Voices, muted and harsh.
Light, bright and sullen.
Shapes. Simple blurs of non-color.
Hands and arms and faces, all poking and prodding and whispering and you have no idea what's going on.
So you stare.
You stare straight ahead, watching the blurs. Hearing the babbles.
You feel yourself lifted.
'Ron...'
- - -
"Make a wish, Harry!"
The boy in question smiled.
He looked at the stars.
"I wish we could stay here forever."
Ron's smile turned feral.
"Anything, my love."
And then Harry was looking down, around, in, and out.
Nothing.
He was suspended, lying submissive in his own body.
He gazed out glassy eyes, broken.
Ron smiled.
"Good boy."
- - -
"Have you any idea what happened?"
"It appears he was suspended in a particular moment in time."
"Then?"
"Then he was locked in his mind."
The blond stopped at the door and shook his head.
"Tragic."
The woman looked arouund.
Sighed.
"Indeed."
The door was shut, and the boy on the bed did nothing.
'Ron.'
- - -
You visit him today, out of morbid curiousity.
He looks the same.
He hasn't moved in years.
You walk over, and sit on his bed.
He does nothing.
You look away; it's not your problem.
- - -
You hear he blinked today.
"The first time in five years," they say.
You snort.
That bastard.
- - -
"He moved his arm today!" they say.
You close your eyes wearily.
He was getting better.
- - -
You turn on the tv.
"...And in recent news, Harry Potter ate his first meal today..."
You mute it.
Bastard was everywhere.
- - -
"Mother says he walked today."
You blink.
"Oh, really? That's wonderful! Would you pass the pepper, please?"
Your numb fingers shakingly pass the container.
- - -
"So tell me about yourself."
She smiles charmingly.
"I'm a nurse at St. Mungo's"
She looks at you, then glances away.
"Don't tell anyone I told you this, but Harry Potter spoke today!"
You freeze.
She frowns.
"It's strange, though. He only said one word."
Inhale nervously.
"And?"
"'Ron.' He said 'Ron.'"
- - -
He was released from the hospital today.
You saw it on the news.
He was smiling.
- - -
He visits you today.
He has the body of a twenty year old.
You glare at him, and he frowns.
"Ron..."
- - -
He knows nothing.
He remembers nothing, save a name, and a place, once upon a time ago.
"It is better this way," you say coldly.
He flinches in your arms.
You pet him, and he relaxes.
"Good boy."