Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Limited Oxygen Supply and Drinking A Lake Dry

(Y/N)'s POV

This lake was freezing, the bracing cold enveloped my whole body, the chill was like a set of chains that were weighing me down, making my muscles feel sore and slow. That was at least they probably would be when I could move them.

It felt like longer, but it was probably just a few seconds. My arms were squeezed to my side and my legs refused to cooperate, as I hit the surface, I saw Harry break it with a deep breath as he rose out of the lake.

My skin was sore and still burned, the unclean lake water made every burn feel like the skin was being peeled off, the blisters and scorches across my body were soothed at first by the sudden rush of water, but had quickly become like a terrible itch or rash I couldn't scratch.

As I slipped deeper into the depths, I saw Ron flailing a few inches beneath the water, grasping at the water to find fresh air and I wished I could do the same. Hermione had submerged somewhere behind me so I couldn't see her, but I imagine she was doing a lot better then I was.

My eyes were forced open, and anyone who has tried to open their eyes in a pool knows how painful that was after a while, and lake water was a lot worse than pool water. I felt like they were on fire.

The lake itself wasn't very deep, but it was enough to drown in, and that was all I was concerned with at this moment. My mouth was open, so the water flooded inside my nose and mouth without any resistance.

Worst of all was the rate at which I was sinking because I had impacted the lake so fast, I was sinking faster then I should have been, still unable to move. I couldn't even shut my eyes to concentrate on the counter spell.

I had just begun to panic when my arms and legs were suddenly released, and I began clawing my way to the surface. My brain was scrambling for a way out of this scenario. I got as far as, 'try to go up' before the lack of air stopped the thoughts in my head.

I forced my mouth shut, but it was too late to make a difference, I looked up, through the murky blue and green of the water and made out some figures treading water, assuming it was one of the others, that was what I aimed for.

As my limbs started feeling heavy and tired I cried out in my thoughts, begging, pleading for someone to pull me to the surface, to rescue me before I ran out of air. Then two noises erupted into my head.

The first wasn't as concerning as the second, I had heard it before in times like this, a ticking noise paraded through my head as if the pocket watch that made the noise was lodged somewhere in my skull.

It was like Dumbledore's watch was taunting me, I could feel it hitting both sides of my eardrums. The only plus side to hearing it was that it almost drowned out the second, more concerning noise.

My ears had begun to ring faintly, slowly increasing in both volume and pitch, as I felt more and more bubbles rise and escape my mouth in front of me my vision seemed to get narrow, white light started to encroach on my vision.

It might have been a hallucination or my mind wishing to be saved but I thought I saw figures staring at me from the surface of the water, two or three of them I think, it was like I was in a puddle and they were stood above it staring at me.

As the ticking was drowned out by the ringing in my ears, I realised it wasn't Harry, Ron, or Hermione like I first thought. Their bodies were disturbed whenever the water was, as if they were reflections on the surface.

I couldn't make out the figures faces, but I knew they had not been there a second ago, but I didn't care, I was too desperate. I reached up as a cry for help, but they did not move.

After a few more seconds, the ringing was so loud it was all I could hear, like the chorus of my body screaming out for help. That and the voice in the back of my mind saying " knew I should have packed my floaties!"