Midnight | Zarry |

9.

Back from the grave! How are you guys??
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It's cold enough to put an ache in my bones. No matter how many layers I put on, it just keeps getting colder. My heater says it's 93 degrees in here right now, but it feels like -3 to me.

"Harry, stop playing around. You're gonna give me frost bite." My breath is coming out in white puffs. My windows start to form ice crystals.

Behind me, I hear someone breathing in deeply. I spin around, only to be faced with my poster filled wall.

"Zaynieeeee, come play with meeee." A bittersweet voice drawls. "I'm so very lonely."

"No, Harry," I look around, "I'm tired, just make the house warmer so I can sleep peacefully."

I hear a small huff. I'm suddenly grabbed by my ankles.

"If you don't want to play, I'll make you play."

I'm slammed every which way, stopping every so often to look at a blurred figure. The "fun" continues for a while. I can't really tell how long.

I wake up to Harry tucking me in and kissing my forehead, almost as if he hadn't just beaten me to a pulp. His figure vanishes when I look up towards him.

The room stays cold.