Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

An Incident

|Sorry it's really short but I'm really tired.|

After a grueling research session in the library, harry was happy to finally be alone in the dim, cool, corridors of the dungeons. He had one more day to get everything in place before school started. Lumen was laying on his neck napping happily their cool scales feeling pleasant against Harry's warm skin.

Harry's eyes ached from reading and his neck felt like it was about to snap in two, but Harry was in a rather good mood. The school year wasn't looking too shabby. There were a few hiccups in the span of only a few hours but perhaps that simply meant the rest of the year would fly by without much trouble. Or at least that's what Harry hoped.

He' learned a lot about basilisk. Not much about the hatchlings nor anything really insightful but he'd still learned a lot. Like how big they grew to be, what they liked to eat, and what sicknesses they were susceptible to and what could help heal them. All very useful information.

He only had one more corner to turn before he reached the Slytherin dorms yet something unsettling happened. His scar hurt. No hurt was too soft of a word. It burned, with a searing pain that cut through him like a hot knife through butter. His knees landed on the floor with a soft crack as they gave out, his hand quickly finding its way to the scar, clutching it desperately in hopes of getting it to stop.

Lumen was jolted awake and was about to tell Harry off when they realized something was terribly wrong, they could feel the tenseness in Harry's shoulder, they could hear to choked breathing as he tried to breathe through the pain or simply breath at all.

Emotions flowed through Harry, emotions that made no sense. Thoughts that held no meaning, images flashed before his eyes of things so real that it didn't seem possible to imagine them. Happiness, he felt immense happiness, it pulled a grin onto his face even as he sat there in immense pain. He was talking, to someone...through a mirror...a window...they were saying something that he couldn't make out yet every word made his elation grow. Then there was nothingness. Only an oblivion that filled his ears with whispers.