A/N: This is juat a teaser for chapter three. In chapter three I will also be responding to reviews and I'm going to have a lot to say and explain. Enjoy the teaser until I get the next chapter out which hopefully will be by Sunday.
Love Through a Crisis
When Harry woke up the next morning he felt horrible. He hadn't felt this horrible in years. He felt as though he could throw up and his body ached all over, his throbbing head, the worst of all. He imagined that this would be how it felt to have a hangover.
He stayed lying in bed, wondering what could have made him feel so completely and utterly horrible. It was a few minutes later when the events after school came barreling back into Harry's mind. The dangerous gleam in Mr. Richard eyes, the heeling of his fingers as they whispered across this skin, the warm breath against his neck and the chilling sound of his name from his mouth were just some of the memories that flashed across Harry's senses.
Harry felt as though he couldn't get out of bed. He wanted to crawl to the corner of the room, bury his head in this arms and sleep forever so the memories would vanish and he wouldn't have to deal with the self loathing he felt coursing throughout his body.
Now matter how badly he wanted to play hooky and spend the day wallowing in his sorrow he know he couldn't. He felt as though he'd be letting his parents down. He has been sick earlier this semester and now it was really catching up to him. He couldn't afford to miss anymore time at school. Getting good grades so he'd be about to get somewhere in life was his way of proving he was at least somewhat worthy of surviving the fatal car accident.
Harry began to collect himself as he slid from underneath the warmth of his covers. "Relax, just go numb. It's okay, this isn't really happening to you. You're just a guest in someone else's subconscious," he thought to himself as he prepared himself for classes to start.
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Throughout the whole day Hermione and Ron kept asking his if he was feeling alright, if he got enough sleep, if he was stressed out. He repeatedly had to reassure, not only them, but himself that he was okay. As the day dragged on and his last class AP Lit, began to come near his body began to tense, focus began to slip and his stress levels rose.
The more he told himself to calm down the more uncomfortable and panicked he felt. It felt as though he had insects inside of his stomach trying to claw and eat their way out from the inside. The closer his feet carried him tot the room the insects assaulted his stomach even more aggressively and the paler he became.
By the time he reached the door to the room he was dangerously close to hyperventilating. How could he be expected to face this man so soon after he kept asking himself. He was expected to tough it out and go on with his life, he expected it of himself.
So preparing to enter the room he chanted 'feel numb, detach yourself, just forget everything,' in he head until it held no meaning, the words were jumbled, and his eyes were dull.
Just before he could gain full confidence in himself to get through this class the door to the room opened and Mr. Richards came out as if looking for the last minute stragglers to heard them into their seats before the bell rang.
Just as he thought he was getting himself under control a huge brick wall came and blocked out everything except those dark eyes set upon him. The shivers that ran through him at that moment had nothing to do with the chilliness of the hallway or the soft caress of a lover as they gazed lovingly into your eyes. These shivers were totally filled with uneasiness, discomfort, and worst of all, fear for the man in front of Harry. They seemed to radiate power and corruptness.
A smile spread across Mr. Richards' face as Harry stood there frozen to the spot.
