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Chapter 1: Awakening, Part 1

The more the light shines through me,
I pretend to close my eyes.
The more the dark consumes me,
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright.

There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right;
Such a cruel contradiction.
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define;
I'm born to indecision.
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose,
With no particular rhyme or reason.

"Harry, come back! Harry!"

I can hear a voice calling me. Come back, it says.

Come back?

But I haven't gone anywhere. I'm here. I'M HERE!

"Harry!"

Still calling. Calling my name.

She sounds so sad, so distraught. Is it my fault? It must be.

She's calling my name.

Why?

I don't want to go. It's nice here. Bright. Calm. Cool.

Better than there. There - where she is.

There's it's dark. It's all around me and everywhere pressing in and in and make it stop make it stop.

No no it's getting in it's getting...STOP IT!

STOP CALLING ME!

"HARRY!"

Just let me stay here in the light! I don't want to go...not back to the dark, not...

No, no, no go back!

No dark no dark no dark dark is pain pain pain and hurts hurts like Crucio like dying must and I don't wanna go back there but she keeps she keeps calling and calling and I can't help but go back don't wanna.

Stop it, STOP IT!

Leave me alone...

The dark the dark! All the light's going away, the precious precious light. Make it stop! I don't want to go don't want to go back there!

"Harry, please, come back," she whispers now.

Loud voice overpowering everything, pulling me back. No no no don't want to go stop it stop it stop pulling me stop calling me stop STOP.

It hurts.

Emerald eyes flew open and Harry screamed, his body writhing on a hospital wing bed, straps about his wrists and ankles preventing him from leaving it. His scream echoed through the castle in a shrill cacophony, the sound of it making the inhabitants cringe and wonder what that was.

It wasn't a human scream.

It was high and low all at once, a shriek and a bellow wrapped into one. Animalistic rage and fear and sadness weaved into it and made it less than human but more all at the same time.

It ended as abruptly as it began.

Harry lay, panting, on the bed, sweat soaking into his clothes, into the sheets, into everything. His eyes stared at the ceiling, not blinking, not moving, not twitching. Then he turned.

He looked at the one who'd been calling him, who'd pulled him back into the dark. He hurt because of her. He suffered because of her. He continued to lose himself to the thing inside him - the demon, the beast, the monster - because of her.

Her.

Damn her.

Hermione.

Damn her.