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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 had made a full recovery. It had been two weeks since his last sleepwalking adventures. Two weeks since he had found out that Voldemort was Tom. He hadn't seen the man once since then. Harry had had a lot of time to think about what to do but he hadn't come to any conclusions and he still had no idea what role he was supposed to play in all this. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and watched Bella sleep in her coffin. She looked hauntingly beautiful. After she had moved into his room permanently, he had made a habit of sleeping during the day and staying awake with Bella through the night. Besides, it didn't really matter anyway. He never really knew what time of the day it was because the room was so dark all the time. Bella hadn't allowed him to take a single step out of the room and it was finally beginning to take its toll on him. Harry stared longingly at the boarded-up French doors. He needed some sunlight, some fresh air because he felt nauseous and smothered.
Without a second thought, he picked up the pocket watch and the map from the bed side table, whispered an apology to Bella and stepped out of the room. Once outside, he unfolded the map and navigated it. According to the map, there was a lake on the northeast side of the castle. Maybe he ought to go there today. Harry navigated his way through the corridors as he imagined how the water would feel around him. He hadn't swum in a while. The last time, he had gone swimming was last year when the Dursleys had been away visiting Aunt Marge. Of course, they had locked the cottage and left him with barely any food in the shed. It had been his hunger that had forced him to the freshwater stream that ran a few miles away. He had swum and roasted the fresh fish he had caught with a net he had found in the shed. Harry smiled at the memory. That had been a good picnic if you could call it that.
Harry reached a small door that led outside and stepped through it. There was a few meters of clear ground before the forest began The weather was the kind that felt like a kiss of summer without the fiery heat of noon time. The grass was soft green peppered with yellows and blues and the sky was pristine. A beautiful blue with not a single white cloud. It was perfect. Harry toed off his shoes and set his foot on the cool grass. It felt heavenly. Harry eyed the forest a little distance away. It seemed so inviting…so different from the forest he had ran through while Voldemort had hunted him. Who needed to run when walking felt so blissful. Harry took a few steps, then stopped and closed his eyes so that he could focus on the sounds and scents that surrounded him. He recognized a blackbird song, how could anyone not say that was music? There were other beautiful sounds that were coming from the forest. The scent of the grass, the flowers that surrounded him…he took it all in greedily like he had been starved for it.
He opened his eyes and let the daylight flood back in, bringing the day right back into focus. Then he sat cross legged on the grass and looked at the flowers. He liked roses but there weren't any roses in this patch of land. There were only meadow flowers here like forget-me-nots and buttercups and he loved them just as equally. He laid back on the glass and focused his gaze on the cluster of blue forget me nots inches away from his eyes. They were absolutely beautiful…more beautiful than Harry ever remembered them to be. Or maybe this had something to do with the castle as well. He caressed them with his fingers and enjoyed their softness. He checked the map. The lake was supposed to be around here somewhere. He folded up the map and pushed it into his pocket. It didn't matter anymore if he reached the lake or not. He was absolutely content with where he was.
He laid there on the cool grass for a while and soaked up the sun. When he'd had his fill, he rose to his feet and started making his way to the forest. In the forest, the sky vanished almost completely, only a few fragments of blue remained like scattered pieces of an impossible jigsaw puzzle. The air was rich with the fragrance of leaves and loam, damp too. It must have rained because the soil felt damp and wet between his bare toes. slowly releasing its heady fog. Outside, the noon daylight, the powerful rays of the sun had been warm but in here everything was cool and the colours had the softness of that time just before twilight. The only visible movement was the occasional bird, startling in a tree or a squirrel dashing up a nearby trunk but Harry felt something else's presence as well. He was fairly sure that werewolves didn't reside in this part of the castle. Harry willed himself not to worry about it and tried to relax as best as he could. He took in all the air in his lungs could hold and expelled it slowly. He felt better, so much better. He made his way through the trees at a leisurely pace, enjoying everything about his surroundings until the sound of a twig snapping right behind him made him freeze. A thousand different scenarios ran through his head and in most of them he ended up dying at the hands of whatever creature stood behind him. He willed himself to turn around and took in the sight in front of him with a mix of mild fear and curiosity.
If he had had to give them a name, he supposed he would have called them horses, though there was something reptilian about them, too. They were completely fleshless, their black coats clinging to their skeletons, of which every bone was visible. Their heads were dragonish, and their pupil-less eyes were white and staring. Wings sprouted from each wither… vast, black leathery wings that looked as though they ought to belong to giant bats. Standing still and quiet in the shade of trees the creatures looked eerie and sinister. There were three of them and Harry didn't feel overly terrified of them. He stepped a little closer and lifted a hand to touch one of them, instantly they reared back and looked ready to charge him. Harry took an immediate step back, stumbled over a root and fell down on the ground. By the time he straightened up, they were gone and Harry couldn't help but feel a bit mystified by them. He had half a mind to chase after them but he battled the urge and forced himself to walk deeper into woods. A few minutes later, Harry approached a clearing and he was sure he had found the lake.
In that land of virescent beauty lay a disc of brightest blue. Like a mirror on the wall it was oval and flat, the surface forever guarded from the winds by the crown of lush hills that surrounded. At the edge, the land met and carried right on as a perfect reflection. Looking up into the sky and down into the water was just the same. The lake was brighter than the colours of dreams. It shone cyan, turquoise and shimmering blue. Against the greens of the hills the lake sat as the most impossible of paintings, the artist painting with colours he thought would fade in time but never did.
A deep sense of serenity overcame him as he stared in rapture at the expanse of blue that lay before him. Rays of lights danced delicately across the water, birthed from the afternoon sun that both limited his sight and made the view all the more beautiful. The only sound was the soft whispering of the trees and the sounds of the birds originating from the forest. Harry made his way to the shore which was an outcropping of rocks of variable sizes, small enough to get stuck between his toes and big enough to sit on. He settled down on one and just stared ahead at the breath-taking view.
His mind wandered to Voldemort. It was a good thing he hadn't faced him yet because he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Did Voldemort know that he knew? He probably didn't. So, should he seek him out and tell him that he knew about his childhood. Something told him that wasn't a good idea. Wrapping him in a hug and telling him that he wasn't responsible for the choices he had made and that there was still hope. That wouldn't go down well at all. He couldn't imagine Voldemort crying, repenting and leaving his wicked ways. What else was he supposed to do? What else could he do? The darkness that surrounded him…that was his soul…and the snake on his shoulder…that was the curse. How the hell was he supposed to break this curse? It irritated him and frustrated him that he couldn't come up with an answer.
Before he knew it, Harry was pulling off his shirt. He contemplated whether to take off his pants. He decided against it and jumped into the water. The cool water moved over his skin like a potion, removing the irritation and replacing it with a meditative peace.
The freedom was intoxicating as he dove under the water. He could move in any direction or even just stop and float a while. The water was blue like the perfect sky. Harry watched as his air bubbles made their way to the surface with every exhale; they were the only thing down here that were in a hurry to leave. He could stay down here all day if his lungs would last, but they didn't and he had to come to the surface to catch his breath before diving down again.
Underwater, in those perfect moments he forgot the past and ceased to analyze the future. He didn't worry about who he was, who he would become or who he might never be. In the watery embrace, there was only the present, nothing more.
When he came up for air for what seemed like the umpteenth time, he saw something at the far end of the lake. The sunlight bouncing off the water nearly blinded him and he had to squint to focus on the object that had caught his attention. It looked like a…a tentacle… As soon as realization struck him, he swam for the shore as fast as he could and jumped out of the water. But his gaze was still fixated on the tentacle and he momentarily saw stars as he collided hard into something…or someone.
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