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lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı.
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"Snap Out of It - Arctic Monkeys⋅" ★
𝟶𝟷:𝟻𝟷 ━━━━━━●─── 𝟶𝟹:𝟶𝟹
⇆ ◁ ❚❚ ▷ ↻
'If that watch don't continue to swing
Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing
I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently
For you to snap out of it'
The cold, misty feeling and screams of his mother were all Harry heard before he was paralyzed, drifting into the expanse of rain - He would inevitably die from his fall, onto the cold turf beneath him from how high his broom was.
His broom... Harry silently wished it wouldn't get damaged.
The visions... they were much more surreal than it had been the first time on the Express - It made Harry wish he could ask Professor Lupin for a piece of chocolate again and get back to the game.
It would be cancelled - all because of him.
"A-are you satisfied now..? M-Malfoy..." Harry was feeling rather hazy, his voice inaudibly carried by the down pour and gusts of wind - He caught the glimpse of something just before; Malfoy's eyes were wide, but the expression and intent was unreadable.
His teammates were staring at him. Slytherin stopped chasing around and turned to see what was going on - Why am I so weak ? I should've asked Professor Lupin to teach me that charm before even stepping foot out to practice.
Suddenly, His head was throbbing, a headache like as if he'd been hit by a hammer - No! Kill me instead! not Harry please! It was his mother, sobbing as she held a baby in her arms - It was Harry.
His eyes really do look just like mum's he thinks seeing his green eyes open; spilling tears and wailing
Harry fell more and more, would it ever end? had he really flown this high?
He could hear the the riot of the crowd on the stands.
I'm sorry, I've let you all down haven't I? I'm sorry...
A heartbeat later and everything blacked out.