Harry tried desperately to see who was controlling the silver bubble. He saw the silver begin to wrap around his body. He shut his eyes tight hoping the flopping and throwing would stop but it just got harder and faster. Harry realized that he couldn't hear anyone outside the orb. He opened his eyes to see but Harry's body couldn't take the abuse anymore. He passed out and he couldn't remember anything else afterwards.
The sky was so black when Harry awoke. He looked down and saw that he was still in his Quidditch uniform. He looked around and saw someone staring down at him through a black cloak.
"The time has come Mr.Potter.", said a sinister voice.
Then, Harry realized that on the ground was Christina. She was bound and gagged.
The cloaked man picked her up and whispered, "Avada..."
Harry tried to get to his wand but he couldn't move, "Leave her alone!"
"Keda-..."
The whole scene was in slow motion. Harry tried to get to Christina but he could only lay helplessly on the ground.
"-vra..."
Christina looked at Harry one last time before a green light surrounded her. Her body shook violently and then dropped lifelessly to the ground.
"Noooo!!!!!"
Harry awoke drenched in sweat. His vision was very blurry. He looked around for his glasses. He felt for the blindly and found them sitting on a table next to him. He looked around the dark chamber. He was lieing in the hospital wing. Harry couldn't feel his legs or his arms. He rubbed his arms and legs but they were still there but there was a horrible aching feeling and he realized that he had been given Skele-grow. He must have broken his legs and arms. He felt his neck which also felt stiff and he couldn't turn it. Harry laid back down and sighed. He couldn't forget the look Christina had given him in his dream before she had died. Harry tried to turn over but the but the bruised feeling of his bones prevented it.. So Harry laid on his back all night long trying to forget Christina's dieing gaze.
The next morning Harry awoke to a soft brushing on his forehead.His eyes shot wide open. Christina gave a shriek and jumped backwards, "Harry! You're awake!"
Harry reached for his glasses but Christina had gotten to them first. She placed them gently over his eyes and smiled down at him. When Harry looked at Christina all he saw was his dream staring back at him. He tried to turn away so that he could look at the table next to him but Christina sat next to him while he looked at the gifts all his friends had given him.
"Sooo....Do you want to know what happened or are you going to ignore me the whole time i'm here?", asked Christina.
Harry had to look at her. It was tearing him in two but he had to. He lifted his eyes and yet again, the scene of Christina lieing on the ground, dead, flashed in front of him. Yet, somehow, Harry pushed away the bad and tried to hold onto the good. Christina sat in the sunlight with her hair flowing down her shoulders in tresses. She was dressed in her Gryffindor robes with black pumps. When Harry was in his dream he thought he would never see her again but now that she was sitting here he wanted her to go away. Her death stood in front of him again.
Christina put her hand on Harry's forehead, "Harry,are you Ok? Maybe you should get some more sleep."
Harry shook his head, "No, I'm fine.I...I just need something to eat."
Christina smiled, "Of course, you haven't eat properly in four weeks."
Harry's body jolted forward, "FOUR WEEKS!"
Christina shoved him back down,"Yes, now be quiet. I don't want Madame Pomfrey to kick me out."
Harry shook his head, "What happened to me?"
Christina sighed, "Well Harry, to be perfectly honest, you died."