gingersnape
Star
- Joined
- Oct 8, 2011
- Location
- "Xion"
Harry had started to tremble, feeling himself inside her, deep as she clung to him. The sweat of his body began to cool, a slight breeze wafting over him sending a slight chill over him. He tried to sit up but her grip was strong, he held onto her "What've I done?" he whispered, "what did I do, Roshara?" He didn't realize that this wasn't a dream. It wasn't the state Voldemort left him in while he allowed that line, Harry looked around and his heart thud in his ears. Harry called to her once more in an apologetic tone, as he let the surroundings take place in reality. If Voldemort hadn't sunk into his mind last night this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have pushed her onto the bed, and he wouldn't have shouted at her or demand her attention. He did his best to pull away from her, trying to find that direct line to Voldemort again, "bastard, you can show me but you can't face it when I've returned the favor." He spoke under his breath, more and more about Voldemort.