Disclaimer: This is a slash story and its rated M. Which in my book = yaoi, and trust me there is certainly going to be plenty of that, but all in good time. Oh yeah, before I forget, I do not own the Harry Potter series, that my lovelies belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. On a minor note, the other pairings in this story will be Ron/Draco and Hermione/Pansy…hope you enjoy!
Oxygen
I woke up sweaty and panting in my bed in Privet Drive. I couldn't remember much of my dream, but I had this eerie feeling that it meant something. What it meant, I didn't have the slightest clue, but I just knew it was something important.
'Ugh, you're thinking way too complex at this hour in the morning.' I thought to myself.
I squinted and looked at my little red digital alarm clock; 5:00 A.M. was flashing very brightly at me. It was definitely too early to have any coherent thoughts, let alone complex ones. I groaned and tucked myself into a ball underneath my thin sheets. I let my thoughts drift and after a few minutes my mind went blank and I felt strangely at peace. I relished the feeling and prayed that it lasted at least for a little while longer. As I was drifting into nothingness, for a moment I could have sworn that I felt something stir within my chest. It wasn't my heart; I knew that immediately, rather it was…something…something roaring to be set free. I shook my head and ignored it, I mean it was probably just one of those weird thought you have when all is quiet and your inside your mind. After all, the mind does play tricks on you.
'Breathe Harry, just breathe.' I commanded myself.
I was in the middle of inhaling when I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I was gasping for breath, why couldn't I breathe? I wasn't tangled in the sheets and I was lying perfectly still, as far as I knew I hadn't swallowed anything that was causing me to choke in the minutes that I was lost in thought. I began coughing and hacking and I started panicking.
Why did it feel like I had been holding my breath and I just simply couldn't hold on any longer….this feeling was shockingly familiar to me; like breathing normally wasn't actually a normality for me. When I felt like I was at the point of passing out or possibly dying; like magic I could breathe again. I eagerly sucked in as much air into my lungs as possible. My throat burned and I was shaking badly, but I could breathe again and I was deliriously happy.
I became very lethargic and I lazily turned my gaze towards my calendar on the wall. July 30th was circled in red countless of times. Today was the day the order would come and retrieve me from the Dursley's and take me to Grimmauld Place. I was already packed and ready to go so I figured a little nap couldn't hurt any.
'I'm just going to shut my eyes for awhile.' I promised myself and that was the last thought I had before I dropped into oblivion.