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Summary: Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. What happens when Harry stumbles into it and gets trapped there? A Harry Potter version of Alice in Wonderland but a thousand shades darker.
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Harry's throat constricted and he couldn't even scream to express the pain that was tearing him apart from the inside out let alone voice the thousand questions running through his mind. Harry felt something warm running down his cheeks and that startled him a bit. Was he crying? Why the hell was he crying? It didn't make sense. He really wasn't bothered by the thought of dying. He wasn't even affected by the fact that Nagini was the one killing him. He just wanted to know why.
He felt something soft flick against his cheek and wipe away the tears, Harry had a feeling it was Nagini's forked tongue,
"I didn't want to hurt you…not at first…we could have been friends…I overheard your conversation with my master and I realized how fond he has grown of you. That was something I really couldn't tolerate."
Harry attempted to breathe which was growing increasingly difficult with every passing second. He was distantly aware of how much his body was convulsing and writhing on the tiled floor of the bathroom. He was dying…really dying…He hadn't thought he would die from a snake's venom, well, before he had arrived here, he had always thought, he'd grow old and die like any other old man but everything had changed when he had arrived here. The thought of growing old and leading a long life hadn't even crossed his mind because he was certain that one of the creatures lurking around would kill him or he would die from insanity. His first assumption had proved to be correct. Well, he had no qualms about dying. He was going to free from the curse and Voldemort and this castle. This was the best possible thing that could have happened to him.
He felt Nagini's smooth head nuzzle his cheek,
"I'm going to go inform the Dark Lord about how I accidentally lashed out upon awakening. But by the time he arrives here with the antidote, you will be dead. I am certain he will be a bit bothered by your sudden demise and he shall be infuriated with me but I will comfort him and beg for his forgiveness. Eventually, he will forgive me and everything will go back to normal. It'll be like you never existed."
Were all snakes evil geniuses? Harry smiled to himself…he wasn't going to find out. A flicker of his smile must have showed on his face because Nagini gasped,
"You're smiling?"
Harry really couldn't reply as much as he wanted to. He was gasping for breath now and everything inside him felt like it was broken and bleeding. It was good that he would die with a smile on his face. Death was a mystery and he had always been a little too curious for his own good. Nagini slithered away from him,
"It doesn't matter. I'm glad you're happy."
Harry heard Nagini slither away and the silence bothered him more than anything else. He was going to die alone on the bathroom floor. Wasn't that a miserable way to die? He wished Bella was here and soothed him like she always did. That would certainly make his last moments bearable but…He was glad Bella wasn't here. She would be heartbroken to see him like this and it would be extremely excruciating for her. Bella's agony would make death seem like a terrible thing for him because he couldn't die peacefully knowing that he had caused her so much pain…No this was easier. By the time, Bella would find out, he would be long gone and she would get over it.
He wondered why he wasn't having his flashback…usually when people were dying they saw their lives flash in front of their eyes. Why wasn't he seeing that? And then he realized…he hadn't really had a life before he had arrived at this castle. He had thought about Bella because she was the only friend he had ever had, the only person in all his fifteen years of existence that had ever truly cared about him. Harry remembered her smile, her dark eyes, her blood red, full lips, her soothing voice, her familiar touch and the bliss he felt whenever she healed him.
Harry was aware of cold tendrils embracing him and his final gasping, shuddering breaths leaving his lips, He felt nothing. There was no pain, no heavy weight upon his shoulders or his soul, just the feeling of floating, of being pulled away from the world and becoming a part of the stars…the stars he had once looked at and wondered which one his parents were. He was returning to them…He was going to be with them, finally. He felt like he was finally going home, as if he had found a piece of the puzzle he hadn't realised he needed. He was everything, and nothing could ever be better than this.
Voldemort was reclining in his chair and deeply absorbed in a book when he felt it. A sharp, excruciating pain in his chest that made him drop the book and rise to his feet. His hand came up and clutched at his chest. The pain wasn't physical…It wasn't emotional…It was something much deeper. It was something else. His insides were in chaos. A mess. Something was bothering him. Something was hurting him. Something ached inside him. Something felt so wrong. He tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. He tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn't find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle and when Nagini slithered into the room and collapsed at his feet. He felt rage burn through his entire being. He began to get a hint of what this was about…or rather who this was about…He bent down beside her and stroked her head,
"What did he do to you?"
Nagini had her eyes closed and he could tell that she was in immense pain. Had Harry attempted to kill her? Nagini was a horcrux…his horcrux. He instantly bent over her and checked her for injuries. There was no sign of a wound. He pulled her into his lap and she instantly wrapped herself around his shoulders. He stroked her head softly,
"What did he do to you, Nagini?"
For a moment, Nagini didn't speak. Voldemort winced as the pain worsened and Nagini's body jerked violently as well. Finally, she rasped out,
"He's dying."
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