Forsakened

Game Set

Everything was criminally woozy, his mind felt dull and his body felt impressively weak. Nothing seems as it should, his mind wasn't only cloud, but thoughts ended-huh, Harry wondered if he could get any Treacle tarts around this joint-or cut themselves off before they could even be comprehended fully. A pressure was ringing and building inside of his ears, he could feel his eardrums pop and constrict in ways that weren't exactly painful, but wasn't painless either. We'll meet again, don't know where don't know when- His limbs also felt worn and tired, each feeling like they were weighed down by many large bricks, his stomach kept twisting in on itself as he forced his heavy eyelids open.

Bright yellow-tinted lights assaulted his eyes, so bright Harry instinctively shut his eyes. Karen is a bitch. Harry opened his eyes and squinted around the room to try to make out his surroundings, his eyes seemingly were refusing to adjust the odd lights, causing everything to be incomprehensible at worst or blurry at least. The hazy outlines of the room weren't telling much, he was on a semi-comfortable bed, the room was mostly empty besides a few cabinets that Harry couldn't see well enough to even see if there was anything sitting on top of them. The most striking thing in this room was the blocky silhouette of a person. Harry somewhat painfully picked up the fact this person was also humming a tune while doing something on the cabinet.

"H-hwello?" Harry found himself saying with much trials, the words slurring off his lips as if he was high. Did Voldemort have him again? Nah he had to be dead this time, ice cream sounds nice, is icecream in the afterlife? No. That makes it sound like Ron is a bit smart, doesn't it? Mom? Not right now. Imagine a dragon. That's boring. Oh, look movement! Trying to zone in his eyes, his eyes bounced back to the person who was scrambling over with something in their hand.

"Kweuewp yurour eiiyes oepen, pwelease!" The person warbles at him unintelligibly. Harry tried to focus on the person's face but found he couldn't see through his visions yellow tint or the blur.

"I can't understand," Harry groaned, with a pout as his eyes slid shut again. Harry's ears picked up muffled noises of something clicking on, and one of his eyes was gently pulled open. Making a muffled noise of protest, he tried to raise his limbs to fight away the odd intrusive person (who for some reason why touching his eyes, what the fuck man), but his limbs felt too tired to meet his demands. With a murmur he couldn't understand in the slightest, the person shined a brighter light in his eyes and he found to lose it. Another slew of words left the person's mouth in a tone Harry read to be comforting, but mentally Harry thought this person was probably cursing him out. That made Harry sad and not like this person. The person let go of his eyelids and he closed his eyes again.

Holding his eyes tightly closed, he scowled as he didn't want this person to touch his eyes again. The person said something again, in a tone that just had to be insulting before forcing his other eye open, ignoring Harry's attempt to resist. Ah, fuck he's been shot with a worm on a string- The bright light was back to shining in his eyes, but after a few seconds it was gone again. Harry revolted at this horrendous treatment so in a show of defiance he kept his eyes firmly shut. Wasn't Harry a guest? Was it normal to pry guest's eyelids over? Harry hoped not. Suddenly, Harry vividly remembered that one time he watched two kids lick each other's eyeballs. Harry was disgusted. Harry wouldn't like to remember that. Help, he's drowning! Everyone was just mean, gross, and disgusting. Like Snape! Everyone is just Snape secretly wearing a disguise, everyone-oh no everything is Snape. Harry felt choked up of his supposed hard-hitting revelation, so much so he started to notice his eyes burning slightly. Ron and Hermione were gone. Harry lost Ron and Hermione too. How is Harry supposed to fight Snape now without Ron and Hermione?

"Calm down," A harsh voice hissed at him, making him flinch, "Everything is going to be fine, just relax. You were poisoned by Grindelwald with that knife stunt, everything will get worse if you continue to panic. Understand?"