Harry Potter's New Life

Unimaginable Pain

The goblin that lead me here slowly guided me forwards speaking slowly and in a calming manner.

"Harry, during the ritual you will experience an extreme amount of pain, and because of such will need a lot of healing, since we do not have a medic on call, we use potions. Do you have any allergies to any potion ingredients?" His eyes were boring into mine while still some how seeming gentle. I hesitated, I honestly had no idea. "I'll take it that means you don't know?" At my nod he continued, "all right, we'll do our best to stay away from usually allergy inducing ingredients." He nodded at one of his fellow goblins who nodded back and went to the healing cabinet to pick out some potions, presumably that did not have allergy inducing ingredients. I was shaking by the time we reached the ritual center. "As I said before, you will experience uncountable amounts of pain, so please don't worry if that happens." I was already in so much pain I didn't know how much more I could take, I looked at the goblin with a face of such pure terror I could practically see his heart breaking.

"P-please... I... I can't..." his hand slowly went to my shoulder, like he was trying to assure me I'd be fine.

"Harry," His voice was like a calming drought in itself, but honestly nothing could stop my panicked state then, "the goblins and I will do everything in our power to stop the pain before it starts, but we cannot take away all of it. You will not die, and the pain will only last for a few minutes. I promise." I was crying now, I couldn't control it, I had never been so afraid of a beating from uncle Vernon, but this was magical, and that meant more pain. Much more pain. I shakily looked at the runes and hesitantly put my foot inside of them, I honestly entirely expected for my foot to be engulfed in flames the second it landed, but it didn't. The breath I didn't know I was holding was slowly let go, and I felt like a ton of bricks were lifted off of my back, but it did almost nothing against the fear of pain.

"Can we get him another, stronger calming drought?" All of the goblins were staring at me, a few had even come up to lay a hand on me to show their support, but when the original goblin told them that they all scattered and began preparing. I was offered another potion and just before I would have begun hyperventilating I downed the potion in one go, automatically relaxing again. I put my whole weight onto my foot that was inside the runes before slowly adding the other one. This was like walking into a trap that Voldemort  himself set, but if this was a trap, at least I would have been blissfully unaware of the pain that would follow.

 "Alright Harry, just sit down and relax as much as possible okay? It'll be over before you know it." Sure, because that's true. My legs moved on their own to sit me down, well, they more of collapsed.  The goblin that lead me here lowly backed away to go help the others who were there to heal me, while I had to sit there with fear coursing through my veins for what felt like hours. "Okay Harry, were about to start!" He yelled over the large room, "Don't be afraid. It will be done sooner than you could say Quidditch!" I screwed my eyes shut and bit onto my cheek hard just barely before the chanting started, but when it did, I was glad I bit onto something. My entire body felt like it had been set on fire from the inside out, I tried desperately to hold in a scream but I couldn't last forever. A scream that could rival that of a beaver's tore out of my throat like a wildfire that no water could contain. This was worse than all of Vernon's beating combined, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was worse than the cruciatus curse. It felt like my voice could stream with the pain forever, and neither would ever run out. My body was changing, everything was, my own mind felt like it was rearranging itself, forming into something that even I wouldn't be able to recognize.

 My skin was being torn apart by something that I couldn't see even if I tried, my head felt like it was going to split open, something on my lower back desperately wanted to reach out, and my eyes were burning with an ever growing fire. The worst thing however, was my back, something was trying to get out, and it wouldn't take no for an answer. When whatever it was did finally come out, it was like a chain reaction, and with all the previous pain shooting up even more, my scream shot with it. I felt the very Earth that this building was standing on shake an rumble, and while the goblins finished their chanting, my brain finally clicked into place. Everything was different. I could feel everything around me, it was like a whole new area of my being finally opened up. I collapsed then, while I could feel my whole being was stronger, I had still lost a lot of blood if the  pool of red around me was anything to go by. I felt someone force my throat open and shove something completely retched down my throat. I didn't fight it. I couldn't even if I tried. Hundreds of hands poured and wrapped things over my injuries, taking care not to injure anything. When they rolled me over and the first hand touched whatever shot out of my back, my voice betrayed itself by letting out a whimper that greatly resembled a scream. My voice shut itself off instantly after it began as something was poured over the wound that forced the pain away.  I felt my eyes begin to close as hundreds of voices echoed around me, I heard a few "Don't close your eyes now Harry." and some "You can't fall asleep!" But they made no difference to me. The only thing I cared about in that moment was stopped the pain that still coursed through me, and the only way I knew how to do that without fail was to fall asleep as soon as possible. That meant that whoever was telling me to stay awake would have to deal with the fact that I would not be listening.