Harry's Spiral

“Just one more second!” He roared into the air and at the ever present feeling of otherworldliness in the sky above him. He needed it, one more chance, he had to speak with Hermione. To explain and to say goodbye. His entire body ached with longing but as her eyes opened she did not look at him. She rolled onto her side and coughed heavily. “Hermione!” He held out a shaking hand to pull her upright but it was no use. He was invisible, silent and intangible. She rolled again and pushed against the rough surface of the road until she was standing. Shakily she made her way back towards the house, one foot after the other, one step at a time. Harry followed, he ran around her. Waved his arms in front of her face, screamed madly like a wounded animal but still, nothing.

Something tugged at him, his entire body lurched backwards. No! He had to fight it, he had to make her understand that he felt the same way. That he knew all the things she’d wished him to. She started up the path, dusting loose grit off of her hands. He pulled against the force that held him, gaining inch after inch. He got closer and closer to his goal. She reached the steps but didn’t look back. The door opened, she stepped in, Harry screamed again. The door closed and she was gone.

Harry gave in; there was no fight left inside of him. He felt himself floating away, pulled by an invisible current. It wasn’t a smooth ride, it was punctuated by rhythmic but jarring starts and stops. Start-stop, start-stop, start-stop. He let the beat carry him, it’s canter growing more and more familiar. Something stirred amongst the heartache in his chest. Slow at first, like it had almost forgotten how, but soon it grew stronger. A heart… his heart, began to beat. It pumped in time to the strange journey he was being whisked through. Over trees, between house, around sky scrapers. He found himself at the foot of a strange bed, the room was dark and the silence reverent. He couldn’t quite make out the occupant… He was looking at, looking at… himself?

Sensation flooded his body, he gasped, his lungs drawing in cool sweet air. Life returned to him like a meandering river... Fuller, better and sharper than it had ever been. And somewhere, somewhere outside of this coma sick bed was a girl, a girl who was going to wake up to a hundred roses all freshly delivered as soon as he found the strength to give the order. Light flickered over head, bright and surgical. People began to fill the room… it was a buzz, a buzz that let him know he was alive again.