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do this....
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Harry Potter is More Than a Little Tired. Chapter 8- Purgatory.
I hope that I am dead. I hope that I am dead more than I've ever hoped for anything in my existence. If I am not dead, I will be severely pissed off, and the person responsible for my lack of mortality shall wish they were dead. If I am dead, I wonder where I am....
On the other hand, if I am not dead, I also wonder where I am. Wherever I am is quite comfortable and warm. I could stay like this a long, long while. Perhaps I am somewhere in the middle of life and death? Purgatory, I've heard it called. I've also heard it's a dreadful place to be. It's quite nice here. Doesn't really fit the expectations. Not that I am disappointed. But then life is rife with disappointment, so why should death be any different?
It is strange to be here –I wonder if my body still exists? Am I free to take my mind anywhere I choose? If I try to move parts I no longer have, what will that be like? It's so dark here, are my eyes open or shut? What happens if I try to open the eyes I think I still have.... Possibly I will try.... Possibly I'll just stay floating in this darkness, and let my mind go blank.....But I'm kind of curious now, what if I'm missing out? Maybe if I try to look around, I'll know for a fact I'm dead... seems logical, I should try it really.......I will try it.....
Careful, careful now.... Lift the lid slowly, just in case.... Oh, shit; that really really hurt. Like a razor through the eye, rather than the wrist.... Damn it...
I'm in someone's damned bedroom... Fuck it all, I'm still alive.....
I wonder if I can simply will myself dead....
Shit, something is touching me.... Rather someone is touching me, lifting my arm.... Can't they ever just leave me alone?
I would give all the gold in Gringotts to get this person to bloody well leave me alone....
Oh super, now whoever is here is touching my face... obviously I was seen....
Sound, bass notes warbling around me, twisting their way through my easy...whoever, or possibly, WHATEVER it is is trying to speak to me... I wonder why it sounds so distorted... like we're under water, or in a windstorm...
My name, I think ... it IS a human, most likely a man, calling my name.... but not my proper name, just my last name.... the tones are becoming sharper now...Clearer this time...
"Potter!"
Holy fuck. I am sucked out of the vortex of nothingness into reality, like I once saw in a muggle film...Just when I thought things couldn't get worse... Only one adult person in the world calls me Potter..... the realization hits hard apparently, and all the nerve endings in my body fire at once, leaving me gasping and writhing as I return completely, painfully to the land of the living.
It is true then, only the good die young, and I am officially returning to hell....
Kill me now, just kill me now.... I take a deep breath and attempt to force my vocal chords in unadulterated sarcasm.
"Professor Snape. What a pleasure."
Harry Potter is More Than a Little Tired. Chapter 8- Purgatory.
I hope that I am dead. I hope that I am dead more than I've ever hoped for anything in my existence. If I am not dead, I will be severely pissed off, and the person responsible for my lack of mortality shall wish they were dead. If I am dead, I wonder where I am....
On the other hand, if I am not dead, I also wonder where I am. Wherever I am is quite comfortable and warm. I could stay like this a long, long while. Perhaps I am somewhere in the middle of life and death? Purgatory, I've heard it called. I've also heard it's a dreadful place to be. It's quite nice here. Doesn't really fit the expectations. Not that I am disappointed. But then life is rife with disappointment, so why should death be any different?
It is strange to be here –I wonder if my body still exists? Am I free to take my mind anywhere I choose? If I try to move parts I no longer have, what will that be like? It's so dark here, are my eyes open or shut? What happens if I try to open the eyes I think I still have.... Possibly I will try.... Possibly I'll just stay floating in this darkness, and let my mind go blank.....But I'm kind of curious now, what if I'm missing out? Maybe if I try to look around, I'll know for a fact I'm dead... seems logical, I should try it really.......I will try it.....
Careful, careful now.... Lift the lid slowly, just in case.... Oh, shit; that really really hurt. Like a razor through the eye, rather than the wrist.... Damn it...
I'm in someone's damned bedroom... Fuck it all, I'm still alive.....
I wonder if I can simply will myself dead....
Shit, something is touching me.... Rather someone is touching me, lifting my arm.... Can't they ever just leave me alone?
I would give all the gold in Gringotts to get this person to bloody well leave me alone....
Oh super, now whoever is here is touching my face... obviously I was seen....
Sound, bass notes warbling around me, twisting their way through my easy...whoever, or possibly, WHATEVER it is is trying to speak to me... I wonder why it sounds so distorted... like we're under water, or in a windstorm...
My name, I think ... it IS a human, most likely a man, calling my name.... but not my proper name, just my last name.... the tones are becoming sharper now...Clearer this time...
"Potter!"
Holy fuck. I am sucked out of the vortex of nothingness into reality, like I once saw in a muggle film...Just when I thought things couldn't get worse... Only one adult person in the world calls me Potter..... the realization hits hard apparently, and all the nerve endings in my body fire at once, leaving me gasping and writhing as I return completely, painfully to the land of the living.
It is true then, only the good die young, and I am officially returning to hell....
Kill me now, just kill me now.... I take a deep breath and attempt to force my vocal chords in unadulterated sarcasm.
"Professor Snape. What a pleasure."