Edge Of Gravity
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
4,515
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The air was stale with unused magic; washing over any who stepped on the over grown grass. A grave, once called home by those who had died within its walls, all those years ago. Leaving only a shell of a castle that threatened to crumble beneath your very feet.
The smell lingered on him like a bad nightmare that turned out to be real. Something that seemed to be replaying in his mind and made his entire body ache as it had not done in too long. He wanted to cry, wanted to destroy who ever had awoken him but he knew he couldn’t. His entire being was too weak; he was too weak to even think.
“Harry.” He blinked his eyes, not moving his head. It was hard to even Breathe now, why was it so hard like he was slipping away again. The pain left almost as quickly as it came. His non-existent vision faded. “No, please Harry. No, please.”
He felt like something was pulling him, pulling him back to what he was sure was heaven. It was warm, so warm and his entire being was lifting. He wanted to follow, allow the power to wash over him but something was holding him back. Keeping him from where he had just come from, where he had been happy.
“Harry, please we need you.”
The words seemed to float up to him, but they didn’t make sense as they should. It all seemed so insignificant, but why? Why were they so unimportant? The wall seemed too thin, letting him rise higher, but his mind kept wondering why the words were so trivial. They had meant something, right.
“Damn it Potter, don’t fucking do this prat.”
Harry dropped, his entire being plummeted into a flash of pain. His body came fully into recognition as he felt his lungs suddenly jerk awake as if they had been asleep. It was the oddest feeling, to Breathe, like your life depended on it. It was strange, and painful.
“Breathe, Harry. Please Breathe.”
No, he didn’t like Breathing. It was too much work, and…the hurt was disappearing again. It was nice, but this time he wasn’t lifting. He was staying motionless but the pain was going. “FUCK POTTER BREATH!”
Suddenly throbbing, hot breath was being forced into him, straining agony into his lungs. No, don’t want to breathe. Harry thought, as he tried to move his head away but it refused to obey. It wiggled a little but it wouldn’t move anymore. “BREATHE HARRY PLEASE!”
The air was being pushed in and then it was gone. It was grating against the inside of his throat, ripping apart from the inside out. “BREATHE POTTER YOU FUCKING PRAT!” Harry let his lungs take over, refusing to be forced any longer. Taking on the Potter stubbornness, he took in lung-full after lung-full of air. It hurt but he wasn’t going to be forced to breathe.
“That’s it Harry, that’s it.”
His body felt bizarre, like it didn’t belong to him. It was like he was wearing some weird coat, and he couldn’t seem to find the zipper to get out. Breathing bloody hurt. Harry wished he could open his eyes but his body seemed to be following someone else’s command at the moment.
“Harry, can you hear me?”
Hermione? Harry wished he could frown, it all seemed so strange. He knew her, but she seemed like a distant memory. Why? Harry felt a slight control slip within his grasp as his eyes focused, as if he had them open the entire time. Why couldn’t he recall that?
“Potter, come on, you can do it.”
Why was it so important, why was suddenly struggling for control over him and lifting backing up not that urgent anymore? “Maybe we did it wrong.”
“No.”
“We could of botched the root, I told you I couldn’t make out what it was.”
“Bloody hell Granger, shut up.” Harry felt irritation slipping through him as he fought harder for control. He had to get control, something was wrong and he couldn’t get control. “Come on, Potter. You can hear us, I know you can. Come on.”
Something seemed to snap into place, as suddenly he felt himself again. He rolled his head to the side, blinking and someone started to come into focus. It felt weird to see things again, almost like you were looking through cameras.
“Harry.” Harry felt a smile prickling his mouth, recognizing the blur. Hermione. It was good to see her again. “Don’t cry, Harry. It’s okay, we’re here.”
He tried to say her name, but his lungs burned too much. “Don’t try to speak Potter. It’s too soon.” Harry heard the voice, wishing he could get his neck to corporate with his brain. Connect the voice to something, someone. But staring at Hermione it didn’t seem to matter, none of it did.
“HARRY?”
“Damn it, Potter.”
BUGGER! He had forgotten to Breathe, damn. The breath forced in way in but it didn’t hurt nearly as much this time. It made him feel kind of like a balloon, staring up at the blonde hair in his face. Draco? He would recognize that arrogant brow anywhere. Why was he here?
His breathing came back to him, waiting for a moment to chant to himself to breath. It became a mantra that was fading and his body following as a command. Breathe in…Breathe out. He wished he knew why it had seemed so easy before, and why he forgot. How he forgot? He never forgot before.
“Potter, if you do that again I will kill you.” Harry looked up, pursed lipped man. “Wipe that smug fucking smile off your face, Potter. Do you have his glasses Granger?”
“Yeah.” Harry rolled his head, watching with interest as Hermione dug through her robes. Funny, she always was so organized before. “Here you go Harry.”
Harry felt his body scream, jerking towards the earth leaving a ache in the back of head. Why did she look like that? She looked old, not really old but older. She looked, hell he say about 30. “Relax Potter. It’s okay, just give it some time.”
“Hermione.” The words sounded so foreign to him now, it seemed almost like a puzzle from some ancient sand script.
“Harry.” Hermione cried, she leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. It felt nice, warm but not the full body tingle warmth that he was use too. “I…I.”
“Quiet Granger.”
Harry felt like he was in some kind of dream, as he felt his head being pulled to the other side. “Malfoy.” His hands were upon Harry’s face, tilting it from side to side as if he was looking for something that Harry had no idea about.
“Welcome back, Potter.”
The air was stale with unused magic; washing over any who stepped on the over grown grass. A grave, once called home by those who had died within its walls, all those years ago. Leaving only a shell of a castle that threatened to crumble beneath your very feet.
The smell lingered on him like a bad nightmare that turned out to be real. Something that seemed to be replaying in his mind and made his entire body ache as it had not done in too long. He wanted to cry, wanted to destroy who ever had awoken him but he knew he couldn’t. His entire being was too weak; he was too weak to even think.
“Harry.” He blinked his eyes, not moving his head. It was hard to even Breathe now, why was it so hard like he was slipping away again. The pain left almost as quickly as it came. His non-existent vision faded. “No, please Harry. No, please.”
He felt like something was pulling him, pulling him back to what he was sure was heaven. It was warm, so warm and his entire being was lifting. He wanted to follow, allow the power to wash over him but something was holding him back. Keeping him from where he had just come from, where he had been happy.
“Harry, please we need you.”
The words seemed to float up to him, but they didn’t make sense as they should. It all seemed so insignificant, but why? Why were they so unimportant? The wall seemed too thin, letting him rise higher, but his mind kept wondering why the words were so trivial. They had meant something, right.
“Damn it Potter, don’t fucking do this prat.”
Harry dropped, his entire being plummeted into a flash of pain. His body came fully into recognition as he felt his lungs suddenly jerk awake as if they had been asleep. It was the oddest feeling, to Breathe, like your life depended on it. It was strange, and painful.
“Breathe, Harry. Please Breathe.”
No, he didn’t like Breathing. It was too much work, and…the hurt was disappearing again. It was nice, but this time he wasn’t lifting. He was staying motionless but the pain was going. “FUCK POTTER BREATH!”
Suddenly throbbing, hot breath was being forced into him, straining agony into his lungs. No, don’t want to breathe. Harry thought, as he tried to move his head away but it refused to obey. It wiggled a little but it wouldn’t move anymore. “BREATHE HARRY PLEASE!”
The air was being pushed in and then it was gone. It was grating against the inside of his throat, ripping apart from the inside out. “BREATHE POTTER YOU FUCKING PRAT!” Harry let his lungs take over, refusing to be forced any longer. Taking on the Potter stubbornness, he took in lung-full after lung-full of air. It hurt but he wasn’t going to be forced to breathe.
“That’s it Harry, that’s it.”
His body felt bizarre, like it didn’t belong to him. It was like he was wearing some weird coat, and he couldn’t seem to find the zipper to get out. Breathing bloody hurt. Harry wished he could open his eyes but his body seemed to be following someone else’s command at the moment.
“Harry, can you hear me?”
Hermione? Harry wished he could frown, it all seemed so strange. He knew her, but she seemed like a distant memory. Why? Harry felt a slight control slip within his grasp as his eyes focused, as if he had them open the entire time. Why couldn’t he recall that?
“Potter, come on, you can do it.”
Why was it so important, why was suddenly struggling for control over him and lifting backing up not that urgent anymore? “Maybe we did it wrong.”
“No.”
“We could of botched the root, I told you I couldn’t make out what it was.”
“Bloody hell Granger, shut up.” Harry felt irritation slipping through him as he fought harder for control. He had to get control, something was wrong and he couldn’t get control. “Come on, Potter. You can hear us, I know you can. Come on.”
Something seemed to snap into place, as suddenly he felt himself again. He rolled his head to the side, blinking and someone started to come into focus. It felt weird to see things again, almost like you were looking through cameras.
“Harry.” Harry felt a smile prickling his mouth, recognizing the blur. Hermione. It was good to see her again. “Don’t cry, Harry. It’s okay, we’re here.”
He tried to say her name, but his lungs burned too much. “Don’t try to speak Potter. It’s too soon.” Harry heard the voice, wishing he could get his neck to corporate with his brain. Connect the voice to something, someone. But staring at Hermione it didn’t seem to matter, none of it did.
“HARRY?”
“Damn it, Potter.”
BUGGER! He had forgotten to Breathe, damn. The breath forced in way in but it didn’t hurt nearly as much this time. It made him feel kind of like a balloon, staring up at the blonde hair in his face. Draco? He would recognize that arrogant brow anywhere. Why was he here?
His breathing came back to him, waiting for a moment to chant to himself to breath. It became a mantra that was fading and his body following as a command. Breathe in…Breathe out. He wished he knew why it had seemed so easy before, and why he forgot. How he forgot? He never forgot before.
“Potter, if you do that again I will kill you.” Harry looked up, pursed lipped man. “Wipe that smug fucking smile off your face, Potter. Do you have his glasses Granger?”
“Yeah.” Harry rolled his head, watching with interest as Hermione dug through her robes. Funny, she always was so organized before. “Here you go Harry.”
Harry felt his body scream, jerking towards the earth leaving a ache in the back of head. Why did she look like that? She looked old, not really old but older. She looked, hell he say about 30. “Relax Potter. It’s okay, just give it some time.”
“Hermione.” The words sounded so foreign to him now, it seemed almost like a puzzle from some ancient sand script.
“Harry.” Hermione cried, she leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. It felt nice, warm but not the full body tingle warmth that he was use too. “I…I.”
“Quiet Granger.”
Harry felt like he was in some kind of dream, as he felt his head being pulled to the other side. “Malfoy.” His hands were upon Harry’s face, tilting it from side to side as if he was looking for something that Harry had no idea about.
“Welcome back, Potter.”