A/N: Hey, this is a short chappie mostly because I wanted to give something in but watching something stole my muse as soon as I started. So bear with me, the next one will hopefully be longer. R/R –they really inspire me, ppl.

Chapter 3 – Lit Out

I felt as though someone had doused me in a cold shower. My heart seemed to be contracting uncontrollably. Harry was still pointing his wand at me, a strange light emitting from it. Why is he doing this to me? I wanted to cry. He was making my breath come right out of me. I felt as though my life was being sucked out of me. In its place a darkness, coldness had taken up, to reside therein forever and ever…

Harry's a freak. He hates me so much. That's why he was lying to me, whispering things to me in my ear. I would expect the damned son of a bitch to lie. But what he was making them tell me was not a lie. It could not be…How could it, when it had actually happened before, in reality and in dreams so many times before?

I thought I was dying, and all the lights in the world seemed to go out. I was in physical anguish, but I did not care. Not when everyone else seemed not to care. In my mind's eye, everyone was running away from me. Everyone except them.

There were noises, of shoes against the pavement, and the frightening shrilly laughs of girls. They were so faint at first, but their noise grew louder and louder, their physical selves so corporeal. I wanted to block them all out but it was impossible. They were gaining on me, and I backed up, tripping to the ground while I was at it.

I wanted to stop feeling the unconditional hatred they all had for me, I wanted it to stop. Why didn't anyone come and help me? Why didn't anyone care about what might happen to me?

No! Stop it! A cold wave of pain passed over me and I felt dull, lifeless, and I didn't care what might happen to me then and there. Because there was nothing left to care about. Everything I cared about was gone.

A/N: so how was it? R/r, as I always remind you.