From The Dining Table [H.S]

The Unconscoius Mind

A/N: my fav chapter so far!

Harry's POV:

The walk to the hotel was short - I was staying in a private hotel 2 minutes up the road - but it was painful. My heart ached as my long legs carried me across the pavement. I felt so lost, so stupid. Embarrassed almost.

As I checked in to my room, a sudden rush of melancholy glided through my body, causing my eyes to become weak and dry. Following the worker to my room, I tossed my bag onto the floor and shut the door behind me, making sure to lock it. My tired feet struggled to kick off my shoes, while I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Stumbling over to the bed, I tugged the nearly made covers open and flopped into them.

I felt so drained. Like this whole trip was for nothing. Is she messing with me? It would make sense if she was. From the beginning she's been teasing me: going to kiss me in karaoke then faking out, writing me a note and then failing to hide the evidence, calling me and inviting me to stay then telling me to forget her, freaking out when she saw me... well, that last one is my fault.

My eyes drew weaker as I battled the urge to fall asleep. Before I could stop myself, I had fallen into a deep slumber.

Dreaming, it's a beautiful thing: experiencing what your subconscious mind can create while you're not in control. It's freeing in a way, because you so quickly become lost in this non-existent world which feels so much like reality. I've never cared about my dreams - haven't ever thought twice about them - until she started appearing in them.

Her blinding, blue pearls beaming at me as she guides me through my head. Her big, bouncy curls flowing in the light gust from the near waterfall. Her small, pale, delicate hands wrapped so tightly around mine. It felt blissful. She felt blissful. Dreams seem so harmless and peaceful, until you start to loose that sense of safety, and feel yourself being pulled deeper and deeper into the darkest parts of your mind.

She was running, fast, towards what I could only assume was a cliff in the near distance. My feet carried me across the feathered grass as I reached out in front of me; desperately trying to reach her. 'Primrose!' I yelled, as she gained distance on me. The white lace of her dress danced in the wind, while her legs forcefully moved her further and further away from me. It's like my minds torturing me, forcing me to feel this never ending pit of despair and weakness in my stomach as she sprinted towards the edge of the cliff. 'Primrose!' I yelled again, as she reached the end of the cliff.

She stopped, dead in her tracks, motionless, gazing down at the unknown below. I sighed in relief, however my feet wouldn't stop running. They kept thumping faster and faster against the ground, drawing me closer to the end of the cliff. Primrose didn't flinch, she ignored my pleads for help. I wasn't going to stop. My mind wasn't going to let me stop. I was right - I'm being punished.

'Stop! Stop!' I screamed out, praying I would freeze on the spot like she did. But I didn't. I felt the air go thick as time moved slower. I was falling. Primrose just looked down at me with a blank expression, as I screamed for her help. My arms swung messily next to me, trying to find something to grab to stop me from plummeting. But there was nothing. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body - I was now lying on the air. The thudding in my chest eased, as I accepted my fate.

However, I was already at peace. Knowing my last view before eternal death was Primrose made all of this okay. She made me feel like I wasn't falling at all - more like I was flying. I closed my eyes tighter, taking in a deep breath of air. Yet, upon reopening, Primrose was gone. Along with all my comfort and safety. My arms and legs flung relentlessly, as deep screams escaped my throat. I didn't want to die anymore, not without her. None of this was worth it, without her. My head flung back, revealing a pool of colours all swirling together hypnotically beneath me. I felt my eyes lock on the spirals, as my vision became blinded by the pinks, blues and yellows waiting for me.