Now that Harry had gone insane he was hanging out with a bad crowd. He no longer sat with his girlfriend Luna or her best friend Padma and her mysterious red headed lover and instead lounged in the very back row, where it was smokey and dangerous. People with hair dyed all sorts of colors and with tattooes everywhere sat, paced, fought and fucked in this section of the plane. It was noisey, a riot of sound and colors and hard living. The floors and walkways were strewn with refuse and garbage, the walls a paroxysm of graffiti and defacements. An unusally thin girl with all of her head shaved except a ponytail on the left, dyed a fierce unnatural red lit a cigaretet with her thumbnail. A couple wearing all leather, their faces obscured by leather masks, the kind without holes for the yes or mouth or even ears, looked at each other and nodded, they rushed the ponytailed waif.
The leather duo had the girl on the ground, pummeling her with their black leather fists until she lost conciousness, they stole her cigarette and snuck away before anyone else to hijack it from them in the same fashion, "Like a bunch of scavengers waitint their turn at a kill", Harry mused cynically. He was awful cynical as of late, but he found the mood fit him well, too well, like tight black leather.
How had Harry come to live among such savage people with such barbarous ways?
It had all started when Harry had met a mysterious black haired girl...
About an hour or so after Harry had hallucinated that he saw Padma hiding inefectually in the bathroom when Padma had clearly just left the bathroom he decided to ease his relentless nerves by taking a casual stroll. He assured Luna he'd "be back in two ticks" and walked, slowly, calmly, down the aisles. He smiled slightly to ensure everyone around him and all the passengers that he was friendly and he walked at such a sluggish pace that it could hardly be called walking atall and was s, and ure to indicate his assured state of sound mind. Fake it till you make harry, he told himself. The chaade was easy, too easy... it was a bitter and hollow sort of victory, he reckoned, and it did not satistfy him.
Anyways, as he walked he eventually came upon... Draco Malfoy! Draco, that unctious leering fellow was crouching about as though upon the hunt, but what for Harry could hardly tell. Harry knew one thing, he may be surrounded by a ceaseless void of mysteries, always beckoning ever at his heels, but at least he knew himself, and he was pretty sure if he came across Draco in the state he was currently in it would end badly.
Like Draco being heli-vauced to a hospital for an emergency pecker-ectomy, because if Draco dared to through any sneering insults Harry's way then Harry would go right ahead and rip his pecker off.
To avoid a messy situation Harry darted off to his left before Draco could even realize he was there. Harry kept up a quick jog for about 15 minutes or so and finaly slowed down to an even relaxed trot. Draco seemed pretty intent on moving up the lateral end of the plane, Harry figured, so if he kept to the ventral edges he would likely be fine. And that is how he came to the very back of the plane. He walked and walked, and soon he walked so far that he dosed off, in a semi sleep walking state he didn't realize that he had come to a section of the plane bereft of electricity save for a flickering bare bulb of sparking exposed wire here and there.
In his semi concious, insane, state he kept on walking in this musky pit of foulness until he came upon something that stumped his toe and knocked him unto him rump. He came to his senses, or what little was remained of them, with a start.
"Hedwig! Help, it's me! It's your little 'Arry and I'm Looost!" He called out, briefly stunned by the darkness of his unfamiliar suroundings. "Just how did I come to be here anyway!" He mused outloud, looking about, trying to peer through the thick blackness.
It was then that he heard a scuttling noise off to his left.
Harry's pulse quickened, his skin seeemed to tighten all over his body, giving him a feeling of being in a too tight body suit of fleshy anxiety. 'No telling what my earlier outburst has brough upongst me now...' Harry thought and he cowered there, in the dark, waiting for whatever it was to come for him, to take his life...
Just then, a creature scuttled up to him, it appeared to be a gigantic black spider, covered in several other smaller spiders. Harry screamed!
He scrambled to his feet but the spider thing had him in its clutches and slammed him to the ground.
"Is this how it ends!?" Harry cried out, tears of grief staining his face.
"Be quiet you silly nit!" The creature scolded him, it would not release it's death grip of his sturggling wrist and jerked about in the darkness with him as he struggled to extricate himself and be free once again. He had though insanity was the worst thing that could happen to him, he was wrong, he was so wrong!