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Edge Of Gravity	By : Agora Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The magical force compressed his chest making the newly blossomed blood blisters explode into rivers of crimson puss. Coppery perfume surged through the moonlit cell with promise of a warm welcoming meal; making tears of frustration and pain prickle his eyes. Blood gurgled against the sores till it leeched dryly against his raw skin.

The beast shimmering eyes stared from the veil of shadows, taking in its prey with hungry lust. Its last meal had been too long ago for it not to drool impatiently. The feel of his canines digging deeply into warm flesh, hot gushes of life fluid filling his mouth tempting it to no end.

Splinters dug into his clenched fist, his only protection against the crazed animal anymore. Years of dry rot made the stick crumble into useless toothpicks in his panicked grip within an hour. �Remus.� The former man�s name fluttered against his tongue, depleting his lungs wheezed breath.

It was getting harder to breath, his throat swelling with an aching throb till he wondered if he was going to suffocate from lack of air. He drew in a shallow breath wondering if it was blood he was tasted on the back of his tongue.

His body slumped heavily against the grim covered wall, while the room began a slow dance before his eyes. It must have been hours since he had taken a deep breath, or perhaps it had only been minutes. They were too blurred together in his mind until he question if it had always been night.

Moonlight dripped into the cell its fiery glow making tiny freckles of crystal to sparkle. The deep jewel tones making his chest ache with the familiarity of it, reminding him that there were a few moments before this moment. The bright colors reminding him of those jewel-bright curtains his mother had snubbed for years.

The memory of a frown cutting deeply into her features, while she muttered of those living on Little Whinging�s were lacking in their sophistication. �They couldn�t ever stand to live in such monumental homes as our street�, she would grumble sourly. Her face pinched as if a foul odor had seeped through the air every time they passed the street.

His throat tightened further while he fought back tears of the past. It had been ages since he had lingered on thoughts of her, allowing himself to remember her face with crystal clarity. Her voice that only echoed screams in his head now was soft, and rhythmic.

He stared at the small shards till his eyes burned almost as much as his heart. It was too painful to remember her, to much to bear in this hell. Looking back into the shadows, he saw the beast�s eyes catching rays of moonlight, coloring them a vibrant blue.

They reminded him of Lupin�s, staring intently at him. Remus�s counterpart growled softly, reminding him that it wasn�t his cellmate. That it was the beast that would probably devour him before the sun rose again but it somehow brought him peace. He would die but Remus would live to breathe another day. A fact that made it bearable, that made it okay that he would be stuck within these walls till his soul was obliterated into nothingness.

The cold of the cell made his skin numb, making the blisters grow without the sharp bites of pain. It only enhanced the pain in his throat to a new level, making it clench shut for several seconds before he adjusted to the new level of pain. His deprived lungs twitched in him, before filling with only a gasp of air.

The room did a slight jig before his eyes, bouncing about in a jittery happiness that he wished he was part of rather then witness too. He pulled in another gasp of air, even as his lungs seemed to melt in his body.

His legs gave way, dropping him to the ground with a thump. He could feel the tingle of his skin trying to wake up as hot blister puss warmed it. The pain didn�t last long; it quickly drifted away into a memory.

Another choked breath came out, making the room take on a strange hue. It made it seem less real, less alive then a moment ago. It made him feel distant, like watching a strange dream form around him. He wondered if this is what death would feel like here.

A streak of light flashed across his eyes; a white that blurred out everything in the dark. He blinked his eyes lethargically thinking perhaps the moonlight had blinded him for a moment. The streak broke instead, scattering into tiny shards of light that spun in odd pirouettes till his stomach lurched in empty clench.

His blue eyes snapped shut, trying to hold the little stomach acid down to avoid scolding his already throbbing throat. Even his eyelids gave him no relief from the demon shards that now danced a demented waltz. They seemed to be laughing at him, their tiny broken pieces puffing up in hysteria.

He opened his eyes, trying to escape their taunting but they only grew voices the more he fought. Each laugh grew in his ears, until he clutched his ears to block out their heckling.

�BIG D!� They screamed, making him lurch with the familiarity of it. A name he had not heard in ages, and still brought a block of ice to the bottom of his stomach. �BIG DDDDDDDDD!� They drawled, making it into a makeshift chant. �BBBBIIIG DDDD!�

�No!� He tried to scream at the shards, but they only grew louder. They spun in wild circles, making him squeeze his eyes shut. His throat was on fire, making him positive it was blood he was tasted at the back of his mouth. �NO, GO AWAY!�

A silence hushed over the room suddenly, each shard dissipating into nothingness behind his lids. He pulled his legs against his chest, blindly, ignoring the way his skin cracked on his knees from the pull. �No, no.� He whispered to himself, uncaring that his throat felt ripped apart. He needed to block it out, needed to keep it away.

�Dud?�

�No.�

�Dudleykins?�

�No, not real.� He choked out, his lungs burning like wildfire. �Not real.�

�Dudders?�

�Dudley?� His name was whispered softly in his ear, making his body shake with the familiar voice. �Dudley?�

Dudley Dursley opened his eyes, to see his mother lips pursed and head shaking in the front seat of their long ago car. �Disgusting, not a decent lawn on the street.� Petunia Dursley�s voice was shrill, Vernon nodded from the drivers side.

�Brings down the neighborhood.� Vernon snarled his triple chin quiver with obvious annoyance.

�They stand no chance in the garden show.� Petunia sighed, seeming satisfied by the fact.

Dudley stared at his long since passed parents a horror dragging over his mind. No, he couldn�t be here, it wasn�t possible. He closed his eyes, trying to block out their voices. It wasn�t possible.

�Yes, my dearest.� Vernon�s voice boomed, making Dudley blink open his eyes.

They were too close to where it happened, where everything in his life changed. �Weeds everywhere.�

�No.� He shook his head, catching sight out the windshield. Trees densely coated the side of the road, blanketing out all light but their headlights. �NO!� His throat wrestled against the word, making it come out in a soft squeal.

�They will never stand a chance against your prize winning flowers, Petunia dearest.� His father continued, obviously not hearing his strangled cry.

Dudley squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering in his chest realizing this moment. He had relived this in almost every dream, but never this clearly. It was just the moment of�of�

A loud blare of horn echoed behind his head, the soft flickering of lights flashing even behind his eyelids. Tires squealing against pavement; the crunch of metal against metal. Even at the fast movements, it seemed like an eternity to the backseat passenger.

�VERNON!� His mother�s high pitched scream startled his eyes open, making him blink at the overwhelming brightness of lights. It lit the car adding odd color to his mother�s panic stricken face.

It was happening�it was happening again even after all these years. Dudley felt numb, limply leaning against his cushioned car seat to watch it unfold. His body was frozen, unable to move. His throat tightened too much to even allow breathing. It was happening again.

The movements grew sluggish; his mother�s wide eyed stare already flooded with tears. His father�s normal sunken eyes bulging till he wondered it they would pop out. Their words slowed to an undecipherable bass but he knew every word.

It seemed to go on for eons, till finally it was the moment of impact. His body moved slowly slamming against the seat belt his mother ordered he wear. The loud crack of a rib made him flinch even after all this time.

No pain blossomed out; instead it sent warm Novocain through his veins. His body jerked quickly back, slamming against his cushion to show the horror of his slower moving parents. It was just like he remembered, even the warm smell of blood.

Vernon Dursley�s body hit the steering wheel, making his large lump seem to snap in half. An eerie set of snaps then his father�s slumping against the steering wheel. His head resting against the top, before a loud POW and white airbag popping out. Another set of crunches followed before it slowly deflated, red staining it with long gushing rivers. His father�s face buried deep in the material, with strange bumps popping out his sweater. The sight made his body lurch over, and vomit he didn�t know he possessed flow from his mouth.

His body lurched for the breath to scream, to let out his horror that was ripping at his insides. Instead he found himself turning to look at his mother. Her body slumped against her seatbelt, barely breathing he knew from the thousands of times he had relived the moments. Tears burned in his eyes, as he wondered if she would have lived.

He tried to fight against his frozen body, to make it somehow change the past. It was to no avail, he could only watch with ongoing sorrow. Was he dead? He wondered. Had he died within the cell, and was now forced to live out his last moments with his parents forever. Never able to change it�frozen in time.

The fumes of gas burned his eyes, while causing his throat even more anguish. �Mum.� He whispered, staring at her slumped figure. The very last sight of his parents he had ever had.

The sound of the car door creaking open didn�t draw his attention; he wanted one last moment to stare at his mother still alive. �Big D.� His nickname echoed through the small cavern of the car, making tear prickle behind his eyes.

Piers smug smile made his stomach clench seeing the boy he had called his friend. Piers who had stared at him with such awe only hours ago, who he had boasted to with endless lies. He leaned into the car his face sharp with malevolence; the boy who had caused it all.

�Hurry Piers.� Gordon�s panicked voice was muffled, while he shuffled nervously behind the smug boy.

Piers leaned further into the car, unbuckling his seatbelt. Dudley tried to keep himself upright, but his body inevitable slid to the side and into Piers arms. He prepared himself for the pain, but not came with the hard jerk. His body didn�t feel like it was melting into hell, just the total numbness surrounded him.

�Bloody Fuck!� Piers growled, yanking roughly till he wondered if a couple more ribs had popped then he thought. �Gordon get off your arse and help me.� Piers growled at the nervously twitching man.

Gordon�s hand felt like cold death against his arm, yanking till he felt the familiar pop his shoulder. �Bloody heavy wanker.� Piers growled, yanking my arm and shoulder. They dragged my body across the upholstered seat, till I hit the ground with a thump. I could only stare at them, even though my heart ached to strangled the life from both.

�Maybe we should leave him.� Gordon nervously whispered, while I felt sharp rocks digging into my swelling body.

�No!� Piers snarled, grabbing a hold of his arm again. �The Master wants at least one of them alive.�
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