CHAPTER SIX
Harry woke up again. This time he took a few minutes to allow his head to stop throbbing and his vision to stop swimming before he attempted to stand.
As usual, he was on the floor, the cold, sterile-like white tiles biting into his bare back.
Harry moved cautiously; putting one wobbly leg under him, then the other. Taking a deep breath, Harry put one hand on the wall next to him. 'Lucky me. I ended up here this time.'
Harry took one shaky step and then another. A few more steps and Harry's dizziness returned. This caused Harry to put both his hands against his head. Unfortunately, at this time, Harry's legs decided they weren't strong enough to support him on their own yet, they gave out and Harry found himself sprawled all over the floor…again.
"Damnit!" Harry exclaimed. He sighed again. He pounded his fist against the floor in frustration. Harry let out a harsh breath which turned into a sob of despair. Anyone with eyes could see the misery written all over his face. Not that there was anyone around to see. Harry was locked in this Tower for all of his 19 years of existence. 'Miserable existence' Harry reminded himself. He'd long ago come to terms with the fact that this was his life. Always was, always will be…right? But Harry couldn't help but wish…somewhere in his subconscious, there was this annoying little part of him that hoped against hope that this wasn't all his life would be like.
Although these thoughts surprised Harry. How could he ever hope for something different if this was all he'd ever known? This was his life. Plain and simple. Anything else was just the sad misgivings of his mistaken heart.
Harry looked around the room. Everything in it was stark and dull. The Queen sized bed in the corner of the room was covered in a pale, duck-egg green .The sheets and the pillows were also. The walls on that side of that room were also painted in this shade of green.
The floor was covered in stark white tiles. There were a few rugs thrown about the floor. On the other side of the bedroom, which also doubled as a sitting room, there was a big green, velvet covered couch. It was a slightly darker shade than the bed sheets but it was just as dull.
Harry's eyes slowly took in everything else in the room. The lumpy, white armchair, the Mahogany armoire…. The fireplace... Harry's eyes settled on the green flame. Its flickering incandescence seeming to taunt him. Harry shook his head as he felt himself being drawn into the flame. His head started to throb so he tried to focus on something to drown out the dizziness. Unfortunately, his eyes settled on the ivory clock perched precariously on the mantelpiece. He seemed drawn to it. No matter what he tried, he couldn't look away. The simple device seemed to look into his very soul. even though he had just completed another transformation, it seemed as if the clock was telling him he didn't have much time left before he transformed again. This, of course was kind of preposterous. The clock read 6:17 a.m. Harry had almost 18 hours left before he transformed again. The clock didn't seem to care. Harry could imagine it whispering to him... "Monster, monster" He started to panic. He couldn't breathe! He felt constricted, trapped.
With great effort Harry looked away. He didn't even have time to puzzle over the occurrence before he scrambled to his feet and bolted down the hallway to the bathroom where he proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
After Harry had had that meeting with the toilet, he'd taken a shower then put on an oversized grey sweatpants and matching pants. Then, exhausted beyond belief, he'd made a beeline straight for the bed and fell straight asleep.
Even in his dreams Harry was plagued…
"Pink?" The man asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Of course. for a beautiful baby girl." The redheaded lady replied without even looking up from her knitting.
"What makes you so sure it's a girl?"
"Well, don't you want a girl?"
"Of course! Of course I do honey but-"
"I want a girl. A pretty little girl in Pink! Why are you fighting me James?" The girl started to sniffle.
James quickly rushed to her side. "I'm not fighting you, Lily." He placed a kiss to her forehead. He caressed her five month old bulging stomach. "If you want a girl, then, I'm sure that's what we'll have."
Lily's eyes lit up. "You think so? Oh, James! We're gonna be so happy together. You, me and our beautiful little Abby."
James looked at her. "Abby?"
Lily giggled. "Yea, I've always wanted to name our child Abby. Don't you like it?"
"Of course I do, Lily; whatever you want."
"I love you, James."
"Yea, I love you too Lily," James replied; leaning down to kiss her.
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The scene in Harry's mind shifted…
"Have you ever seen anything more perfect?" The girl breathed. Her emerald eyes shining like the stars overhead.
"Just one thing. And she's all mine." The boy said, wrapping his arms around her.
The girl leaned back into him. "Seriously, James. It's so beautiful out here."
"Not as beautiful as you, Vereesa, in my eyes. All of these stars overhead, hell, even the moon itself, shining in all its splendor only fade in comparison to your beauty."
"James!" The girl spluttered, even as a faint blush crept across her face.
James held her gaze for a moment, even as his face split into a huge grin.
Eventually, the two teenagers were rolling on the ground, laughing in sheer joy.
Then, they lay side by side on the grass. James leaned over and pulled a small twig free of the girl's long amethyst hair. Then he looked into her eyes. He could read all the love there as easily as a book.
"Gale?" He said. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you." James sighed. "Well, I wanted to say that… Well, what I mean to say is that I-"
James was cut off by a pair of warm lips settling over his. When she finally pulled back, she said "Took you long enough." And she smiled at him.
Needless to say the smile on James' face really could make the stars fade.
End Flashback.
Harry woke up. Actually he didn't just wake up. He bolted out of bed like he got shocked. He scrambled out of the sheets, actually managing, this time, to not fall on his rear. His heart was thumping like it his life depended on it. Well, it did but seriously. He was breathing erratically and there was sweat all over his face. Harry looked around wildly, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. His head hurt like hell. That must've been one helluva dream, his subconscious thought to inform him. That was another thing that had Harry confused.
He never dreamed. Ever. His thoughts swirled around; they couldn't seem to settle on any particular subject. Harry could feel the blood pumping in his ears. He could hear his own heartbeat. His breathing was so loud; it filled his head with its erratic rhythm.
Then everything went silent. It was as if all sound fell away. Harry's heart began to calm down. Then the sound came back. And with it, an onslaught so fierce it made his whole body weak and he fell to his knees. His body trembled with the intensity of it. Sweat broke out all over his body.
Harry hadn't had a chance to look at a clock so he could only assume it was time for his transformation. But hell, this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. For a split second, Harry thought he was going to die. But before he could even welcome the thought, his whole world went black.
A.N. Well, there you have it. Chapter Six! If anybody is confused feel free to ask. And I'll answer as best as I can.