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Chapter 2
Murmurs woke him from his coma-like sleep. His eyes felt like they were filled with lead and his entire being seem to be filled with a sense of lethargy. He vaguely wondered when was the last time, that he had slept so soundly. Suddenly, the previous events hit like a ton of bricks, the final battle, those ghastly words, and the death of Voldemort. His eyes snapped open and shot up like a bullet, only to regret it as his wounds made themselves known. The murmurs stopped and he felt a breeze wash over him, before a mysterious voice spoke.
"My poor child…How are you feeling?" the voice spoke from no where. Its voice was like the sound of the breeze, soothing him like the phoenix song.
Abruptly he realized that his surroundings were not familiar to him. He cursed his stupidity for not checking his surroundings before hand. These slip ups would one day cost his life. His darted to and fro, taking in the surrounding, when he noticed something peculiar. Nothing seemed solid. Suddenly the sound of laughter filled the air and the surroundings seemed to fade, leaving only emptiness behind. Gray. This was a never-ending abyss of grey.
"I was wondering when you would notice that. And belittle yourself so much, its this place's fault… it cause everyone to lower their guards and allows to relax." The voice spoke.
It was female, he was sure of it. No man could have such a voice, for it was too high pitched. His mind absorbed what was being said and felt himself tense, only to relax once more. 'Damn this place…what type of place is this?" he thought wildly.
"Where am I? Who are you? What in Merlin's beard is going on here?" he interrogated.
The voice sounded amused as she replied, "This is the place of the in- between, where those of lost or broken souls are taken. I am your guardian, your guide… and your mother."
The figure of a woman suddenly materialized.
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