Recnac Transfaerso by – If you don't mind occasionally being brought to tears, here's one for you. I adore this story. Main character is Harry.
I know this is a short one, but it's only a little update for a late Valentine's Day celebration. I'll finish working on the next chapter soon. Also, feel free to check out the new story I've finally began publishing.
On the Wrong Side of Sanity
Chapter 17: Just get Away
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There was a woman there reaching for me, kind eyes and a smile. Beautiful hair and bright eyes that wanted to swallow me up. I'd be happy there, so I reached back.
She used to be there, maybe in the future, but she wasn't there now. She was un-there. And gone. I wanted her, but she was out of my reach.
Why was she gone?
I frowned. Could I frown? I frowned anyway.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Could I?
I screamed anyway.
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Sight came back, maybe.
I couldn't tell; I was busy crying and laughing and so many things that made no sense.
Where was I?
My wand. I could see it in my hand.
Use it!
Kill! Murder! Run! Something!
Why couldn't I do something? Thoughts were scattered. Thoughts, thinking…Occlumency!
It didn't work, I was too…gone. Did I even know it? Why did I think of it? It had been a dream.
Tears and blood seeped into my mouth, leaving an awful tang.
My wand raised, and I screamed something. Over and over I screamed, tears still leaking from my eyes. Nothing made sense. Why was I screaming? Was it the pain?
A light mist trickled slowly out of my wand and scattered into nothing.
A scaley, thin, grayish hand came into my view. And pain; so much pain.
I felt it deep within me. I couldn't decide where. Maybe everywhere. Maybe all of me was pain.
I crawled; the feeling of stones and other small annoyances dug into my flesh, but they couldn't distract me from the pain of something wrong with me that shouldn't be.
Another dark shape was coming, and the pain was getting worse.
Soon, I was lost in a swirl of confusion, pain, and sickness.
It took both an instant and forever.
And then, finally, darkness.
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