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Chapter 33

-Harry-

I stayed on the floor and tried to process what just happened. It obviously wasn't real. But I don't understand how that could happen. Angela did say something about nothing being permanent...

"Harry?" My head jerked up. A small gasp escaped my lips when I saw who was standing just inches in front of me.

It was my best friend from England, Rhett. He died 8 years ago from cancer.

"Rhett," I muttered in disbelief. I stood up and slowly inched towards him.

Then I heard another voice, "Harry, over here."

I spun around and my stepfather was standing there. He died when I was 12 in a plane crash. I was about to walk over to him, when another voice called out. I turned in the direction of the noise and realized it was my aunt Claire. She was like a mother to me when my mum died. But shortly after my mum's death, she got a brain tumor and died.

Then, several murmurs were heard throughout the room. Suddenly, the whole room was filled with people. I tried to back away, but there was someone in the way. These people were not holograms like my mum had been. These were real people.

To my horror, I realized that everyone in this room was someone I once loved, but lost. All of these people were now dead becuase of the curse.

"Harry, help us," my grandmother droned in a monotone voice.

"Help us," some joined in, "Save us."

They began to move closer and completely surround me. But I couldn't move. My feet were glued to the floor. I was paralyzed with fear.

"Why didn't you save us?" My head snapped over to my Uncle Roger's voice.

Then my mum emerged from the people. She looked somewhat younger than she did a few minutes ago when I saw her as a hologram.

"Harry, why did you do this to me?" she whimpered, "Why did you do this to us?"

I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't open. I felt like I was suffocating.

Slowly she began to diminish. Her skin began to wrinkle up and her body began to thin, so her clothes hung on her wrong. Her eyes were sunken into her skull and she looked like a ghost.

I tried so hard to move my feet, but they wouldn't budge. I had to stand there and watch my mum die for a second time.

Then, every single person in the room began to do the same. All that could be heard were the moans of almost everyone I ever loved, as they died again. I couldn't bear to look. This was the most painful thing I've ever had to endure. I held my hands to my ears to try to block out the sound. The world began to spin. The air was suddenly too thick to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Stop!" I screamed, "Please stop!"

I tried pinching myself. It didn't work. I was still here. This was real life.

"Harry," my mum moaned weakly.

I dared to open my eyes. She was lying on the ground staring directly at me. Then the most terrifying thing I've ever seen occurred. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and were replaced by a black void. My entire body began trembling violently.

Suddenly she wasn't dying anymore. She stood up and emerged from the pile of people lying on the floor.

"This is all your fault," she growled. Her voice was deep and hoarse, and I couldn't bare to look into her black, gaping eyes.

"You ruin everything you touch," she took a menacing step towards me, "Look at all these people that you ruined."

Coming from my mum, those words hurt. They hurt so fucking much. They ripped through my heart until all that was left was a bloody pulp, barely able to keep beating. I no longer wished it still beat. I no longer wished to live. To suffer. To feel this pain.