Acid Aphrodisiac

style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"'>Harry continued stumbling along in the hallway barely
holding onto his consciousness. As he passed the Dining Hall he paused and
wondered silently at how he’d gotten there. He barely remembered stumbling
along out of the room of requirement, and shuffling towards the stairs. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was a beautiful night out and Harry’s tired
mind was telling him to venture outside. “You’ll be safe Harry! You idiot, what
can possibly get you out there?” his mind argued. Slowly he stumbled outside.
The cold April wind seemed to seep right into Harry’s battered body and he
shivered violently. He stood outside and looked around trying to think of
somewhere he felt safe. Even though his tired mind protested it, Harry began to
think instinctually.

style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"'>        Everything was
spinning in and out of focus. He realized then that where he felt most
comfortable was where Remus had taken refuge in. The
Shrieking Shack. Harry’s feet began to carry him towards the Whomping Willow.
“I have to get somewhere safe! I’m not safe out here, but I don’t want to go
back inside now! It’s too …haunting!” he though aloud. He shook his head trying
to feel the thickness inside. Instant fire bolts of pain stabbed his head and
traveled down his back. He cried out and fell to his knees. Sobbing aloud Harry
shoved himself up, trying to keep going. He slowly shuffled and staggered
towards the entrance. He looked around and found the w:st="on">long branch he was looking for. He wrapped
his hands around it and as he picked it up he yelped in pain. He looked down at
his wrists. They were bleeding sluggishly and every slight movement was
excruciating. Gritting his teeth Harry grabbed the branch and tapped the small
knot that paused the Whomping Willow long enough for him to pass under it. He
slid into the passage and shivered at the dampness. He slowly but steadily
began to crawl down the passage into the Shrieking Shack. The farther he got
the heavier his heart felt, and the longer he crawled the more his body ached
with a fire so painful he wished for death.

style='mso-tab-count:1'>        He finally reached the shack and began
to find his way to the room where he’d heard the truth from Sirius. Harry’s
face was streaked with tears by the time he reached the room. He collapsed on
the floor with a tired sob filled with such a sound of anguish that seemed to
come from the deep recesses of his soul. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Soon exhaustion and pain took the broken boy
into a dream world filled with pain, fear, and sadness, completely unawares of
a pair of steel grey eyes watching him in shock and horror.

A/N:
sorry it’s a really short chapter! But I wanted to end this here because the
chapter was getting all messed up in my head! And I’m going to add another
chapter or so tonight!

Please
Review and read! I really appreciate the comments, and reviews! I’m going to
post some answers in my next chapter! Love yall!

-Mistaken