Harry is a freshman in university he, by mistake, choose a night class but was too lazy to withdraw it. And after a few days in the class, his eyes fell on a boy that always sat in the back; wearing all black. Harry wanted to get to know him, and Ha...
I'm so sad to hear about what happened to Sstomlinson, she's my fav writer, after Stephen King, She's the reason I even started writing. I'm dedicating the first part of the chapter to her, she's a major inspiration to me. 😣 Aanyways, since you're seeing this chapter it means that I'm finally done with my summer course! 😭
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Harry awoke with a start, he was back in his bedroom at home. He was confused at first but soon, feeling of relief washed over him and a smile spread on his face. He pulled the covers off of him and ran out of the room in search of his mother.
"Mom, Mom! I'm back!" Harry yelled, happiness radiating in waves around him.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and called for his mother again.
"Mom, where are you?" Harry called out, his smile faltering on his face.
He swallowed past the lump that formed in the middle of his throat, while also trying to ignore the somethings-not-right feeling in his tummy. He walked into the living room and was surprised that everything looked old and some of the furniture was covered in dust and was decaying. His eyes winded and called out for his mother again, but in a fear filled voice. He went to leave the room when he got no reply but stopped abruptly when he saw movement coming from the long chair in front of him.
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Harrynever saw this chair before, it was a yucky brown that had some weird dark spots around it. Some parts were even torn from how old it is, he approached it slowly.
"M-mom, is that you?" he asked.
There was no movement but Harry can see the end of a battered and old black dress from the little space beneath it. He didn't like this place, it wasn't his home and this can't be his mother. He decided to get this over with and look at who's sitting in the chair. He rushed to see who was sitting in it and couldn't help the scream that broke through his throat.
There was sitting a very old woman, wearing a tattered black dress that barely stayed on her thin and wrinkly body. She had a smirk on her very wrinkled face, she barely had any hair on her head and Harry could count the ones left on her head if he could. Harry backed away in shock and ended up tripping on his feet and falling on the dusty carpet.
The woman opened her mouth and started to speak in a scratchy voice as if she hadn't uttered a word in a long time.
"Been waiting for you, Harry my dear. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for my cursed child to finally come back to me." She smiled warmly at Harry but Harry could only hear his loud heartbeats and feel out of the real world. "Your blood, my dear can kill so many people, including you." She went on.
Harry breath hitched in fear and surprise at what she had said, "how can my blood kill me? I've been alive for 18 years! Why would it kill me now?" Harry rushed out in pure fear.
