The Price We Have To Pay.

Is That You?

Harry sat quietly on a cheap, uncomfortable spring mattress in his Motel room, he had been renting one out to stay there while thinking o what to do for his friends.

He gulped down his coffee, a habit instead of leaning back on a chair to enjoy it like he usually would've, had the circumstances been different.

His friends are still out there, trapped in that wretched house, with those horrible things, he rubbed his forehead as he threw the trash away, and put the cup into the sink as he walked out of the room.

He walked down the stairs and put the door, taking a deep breath of the fresh, warm and welcoming Summer air, though for him, it burned his lungs, he had grown so used to the stuffy, dusty air of that house that fresh air felt unnatural, like he was breathing in chemicals.

Harry looked around as he walked down the side walk, his eyes narrowed and thoughtful, nearly bumping into numerous people, but they moved out of the way of the distracted man.

He was tired, running on 4 - 5 hours of sleep and 3 cups of coffee to boot, he was running low on money now, too. He needed a job, but how can he put in that time when he knows it can be spent helping his friends?!

The red haired male shook his head as he walked out into the field quietly, looking around for the path he had taken to get here, the trail was a fuzzy memory, even though it had only been four days.

He walked towards the path entrance at the edge of the woods, he sighed and stared walking, he looked around as he walked, he felt....tired.

Harry was confused as he felt tiredness come over him, usually he lasted the whole day as long as he drank his coffee, why was he getting so damn tired now?!

He slowly started to stumble, then fell to his knees and onto his side, sleeping deeply, snoring.

And once he awoke?

He was back at the start of the path again, right outside the woods in the field, he slowly opened his eyes and groaned, even though he wasn't tired anymore, he felt like someone had dropped him on his head.

Harry slowly stood up and looked around with a groan "the Bloody hell?.." He whispered and rubbed the back of his head.

He sighed and tried to figure out what had just happened 'why did I fall asleep?...and how the hell did I end up back here?..' He thought as he slowly lowered his hand from his head and blinked a few times to clear the rest of the sleep from his eyes.

Harry's eyes narrowed and he turned back towards the town, walking briskly through the field and back into the now crowded side walk.

Where he saw someone a little to familiar, who made him feel like he's staring right at a ghost, familiar green hair, though it was messy, and a plaid over shirt, though it looked a little beat up as the shorter male walked out of the grocery store, holding what seemed to be a work out fit, he looked a little lost and extremely tired, though, as he looked up and down the street, he seemed scared.

Harry's eyes widened and he had to blink to double check that he wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating as he stared at the person, only a few feet away from him as he walked through the crowds.

He surprised the Green haired male as he spoke quickly and softly "Is that you?..." His throat nearly closing and choking him up at the other person stared at him Blankly for a moment.