ATOMIX; Ch 06: Confrontations

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Name has been changed from A Castle of Flowers to ATOMIX. Everything is same, just name change because I felt the story more to be like ATOMIX than 'A Castle of Flowers'

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“I am Talking.” 

‘I am Thinking’ 

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ATOMIX

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 06: Confrontations~~

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I wanted to say a million things to the git who stood in my room, looking through my books and the notes that were spread out on the table. There was no way he would’ve stopped even if I asked him to as he was no one other than Ronald Bilius Weasley – My best friend, who had not talked to me for quite some time now, despite being in the same house. 

A part of me thought that I was to be blamed as well because I could have always let my anger go and decided to talk with him earlier. Things would have been much simpler then. But then another part of me knew that it would be useless to reason with Ron. Also, I was tired of always being the first one to apologize. 

Every single time I had been the first one to apologize to Ron, even if he had been the wrong one. Biggest example of all of this was last year when he had cut off from me completely and had been an utterly stupid git to me every time I tried to talk to him, only to come back to me after the first task finished.

Quite benevolent of him to recognise that I wasn’t mad enough to actually place my name in the Goblet of Fire after giving me hell for it for only one month. Yeah, I was now being sarcastic to myself. It’s habitual, I couldn't help it. 

“Hey Harry, how’s it going mate?” Ron asked me as he closed the book on meditation that was open in his hand. It would probably help me after this accidental meet-up was over but I really didn’t want to lash out on Ron, not yet at least. I needed him to tell me exactly why he had been an absolute idiot. 

Hermione had tried to contact me through phone, that was somewhat excusable even though she didn’t tell me anything other than to stay quiet and that she’ll tell me things later. She probably would’ve if not for the accident with Dr Smith and then my coma. 

“Quite good actually, I am glad you noticed me right away,” A part of me winced at the not so subtle sarcasm, I had tried to suppress it but guess I was more angry with Ron than I really wanted to admit. 

Ron winced a bit too, “Err…yeah, sorry ‘bout that, mate.” He kept the book on the table and rubbed his palm, it was something he did when he was nervous. Good.

“I mean, I should’ve approached you earlier but well…you know, Hermione and others said you were angry and ah - I…er - I didn’t want to cause any trouble so I mostly stayed out of it.”

“I’ll agree with that.” 

Ron blinked at my response, “Yo-you do?”

“Yeah, with the ‘I should’ve approached you earlier’ part because you’re a bit late to do this, don’t you think so?” I narrowed my eyes on my friend, “It’s nearly been one week since I have arrived and all you have done is stay away from me, never even bothered approaching me before this. Hell, you didn’t even ask me how I was after all that hospital shit that I went through last month.” 

“I asked about it from the folks,” Ron interrupted me, “Hermione said you were alright and that you didn’t want to talk to me. So, I decided to keep shut about it, I mean, it’s not like we would’ve never talked, right? I–”

“I would’ve!” I glared at him, his words did nothing more than to aggravate me more, “You stupid idiot! I had made up my mind to NOT TO TALK WITH YOU TILL YOU CAME HERE YOURSELF! I AM TIRED OF ALWAYS BEING THE FIRST ONE TO APOLOGIZE DESPITE YOU BEING THE ONE WHO WAS WRONG!”

“Harry, I know it was stupid of me but I really wanted to give you some space to sort yourself out. You were probably angry with me and Hermione for not giving you information even when–” 

“THAT’S ANOTHER POINT I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT!” I silenced him mid sentence, “WHY WOULD YOU LISTEN TO DUMBLEDORE OVER YOUR OWN FRIEND WHO HAS BEEN WITH YOU THROUGH THICK AND THIN?!” 

“I didn’t want to, Harry. I really wanted to tell you, we both did–” 

“AND YET, YOU DIDN’T!! BOTH OF YOU WERE HERE ALL SUMMER AND NEITHER OF YOU EVEN BOTHERED TO CHECK UP ON ME EVEN ONCE!”

“Hermione was worried, she really thought you would end up doing something that you shouldn’t do, or would end up getting in some trouble,” Ron tried to clarify his observations, which I already knew about thanks to my earlier chat with Hermione a few days ago. 

“And what did she do about it? What did you do about it?” I sneered at them, I didn’t know if it was as good as Snape or Malfoy but at that moment I couldn’t care less. “You two – supposedly, my best friends – have been living here since the start of our summer holidays. You know almost everything about Fudge and his movements, about Voldemort!” I ignored his flinch and carried on, “And yet, neither one of you decided to even tell me about it. Not a single letter!”

“Ha-Harry we really wanted to. We even went to professor Dumbledore regarding that,” Ron pleaded, “But he–” 

“ –made you swear not to tell me. Yeah, Hermione told me about it,” I tried to control myself once more. I really didn’t care about my earlier outburst because it had already happened. Now, I didn’t want to shout at him again.

“He seemed to think it was for your own benefit,” my redhead ‘friend’ muttered, “I think he didn’t want you to burden yourself with all that was going on and instead enjoy your summer holidays–” 

“Fat load of help that did. This summer was the crappiest one ever, and that is after I include the one where I was being caged like an animal in my second year,” I seethed. “I don’t know why he thought that it was better for me to not know anything. Hell, I was literally there when he returned, I was there when Cedric died! There was no way in hell that I wouldn’t be worried sick over what was going on!” 

“I – we thought so too, mate,” Ron took a step towards me, “But Dumbledore was adamant that you shouldn’t know anything. He even had the Order guard you every time because of the fear that you-know-who would track your home and come to kill you and your family.” 

“Well, so good to hear that I was being watched all the damn time and yet, I was involved in a house bombing which nearly killed me, while my relatives who were supposed to be safe died from Dementors and a bloody HEART ATTACK OF ALL THINGS!” 

“He was really angry…almost livid,” Ron said in an awestruck voice, “Dumbledore was. When he learned that Mundungus had left his shift earlier than he was supposed to. Scared the shit out of the Order, he did.” 

“Well I am glad he left, otherwise my relatives would be alive and I would’ve been sent back to their tender care for the rest of the summer until it was time for you to pick me up like unwanted baggage and haul me off to Hogwarts,” I couldn't hold back my barb. It was damn irritating to know that I was being watched throughout my stay at Privet Drive and yet no one, literally no one, had bothered to tell me a single thing about what was happening. 

“Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that!” Ron frowned at me, “I am sure Dumbledore would have sent the Order to pick you up earlier than that. He had said something about you joining us soon after we had gone to ask him about you.” 

“That didn’t do anything, did it? I had to pick bits of papers from the bin and constantly watch the muggle news channels to know what was going around in the world. Not even a single one of you bothered to deliver me a piece of the bloody Prophet even!” 

There was a pregnant pause after that. Neither Ron nor I knew how to move from this point, after all I was quite sure that neither Ron nor Hermione had been in the group of people that were supposed to watch me everyday. Still, it was annoying to know that if even one of them had got the courage enough to just tell me a few things, nothing like this would’ve happened. 

I could somehow distinctly ‘feel’ someone… or maybe a few people outside my door. There was also a small tap or an almost inaudible hiss of someone shushing others. I knew that on the other end of the door, there would be an Extendable ear and the Weasley children as well as Hermione would be listening to everything that was going on in the room.

‘Good… they should also know that I wasn’t as happy with them as they wanted to think,’ I thought in annoyance before my attention reverted back to Ron who was twiddling with his fingers nervously as he looked in every direction but mine. 

“So...” I began, “Any idea why he didn’t want me to learn these things? Dumbledore, I mean, did you ask him why you shouldn’t tell me anything?” 

“We did, mate. He said something about owls being intercepted and giving you room after… after what happened last year.” Ron looked a bit uncomfortable as he said that. “And we have only seen him thrice since we came here, he’s been really busy with everything that’s going on.” 

“So, you’re telling me that Dumbledore of all people didn’t have a method to send messages without the use of owls, right?” I shook my head at how idiotic that sounded. “Maybe he just didn’t trust me with anything–” 

“Harry, don’t be thick, that’s absolutely ridiculous–”

“Or maybe he thinks that I should be pampered and treated like a child, despite me being at the center of all this shit that happens every thrice be damned year!”

“Of course, he doesn’t think that!” Ron raised his voice for the first time. 

“So, how come I am treated like a pampered brat every time I want answers to any bloody thing?!” I raised my voice alongside Ron, who opened his mouth to answer me, “How come after everything that happened, I had to stay away from all this. LITERALLY CUT OFF FROM EVERYTHING! WHILE EVERYONE ELSE KNEW EVERYTHING!” 

“We don’t know everything,” he added hastily, “Mum says we are too young to be included in the Order and I–” 

“SO, YOU’VE NOT BEEN INCLUDED IN THE ORDER, BIG DEAL!” I shouted at him, “DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH?! I WAS THE ONE WHO SAVED THE STONE FROM VOLDEMORT IN FIRST YEAR, I FOUGHT BACK RIDDLE AND A BLOODY BASILISK OF ALL THINGS AND THEN I SAVED YOU FROM DEMENTORS AS WELL!”

“Harry–"

“EVERY YEAR! EVERY GODDAMN YEAR, I HAVE TO GO THROUGH WHO KNOWS WHAT TO SAVE EVERYONE! I WAS THE ONE WHO WENT THROUGH THAT MAZE AFTER FIGHTING SPHINXES AND ACROMANTULAS AND THEN I WAS THE ONE FOUGHT - WHO NOT ONLY SAW HIM BE REINCARNATED AND KILL CEDRIC BUT ALSO ENDED UP FIGHTING HIM FOR MY LIFE! AND YET I AM THE ONE WHO HAS TO STAY AWAY AND BE PAMPERED LIKE A SPOILED BRAT!” 

I literally shouted at Ron, everything that had happened in all of my years at Hogwarts, every bitter and resentful thought that I had held in myself over the years was coming back with a vengeful hunger for retribution. A part of me knew that Ron wasn’t at fault for this but I just couldn’t help it. It felt good to release all of this pent-up frustrations.

I didn’t care who was listening and who wasn’t, all I wanted to do was scream at all the others who had blamed me for everything and had switched sides the moment it turned beneficial for them. 

“Harry, I really don’t think that Dumbledore or anyone treats you like that, I am quite sure that he has reasons for it, we are just school kids, aren’t we? it’s not necessary for us to know everything. I don’t like it anymore than you do, but there’s nothing that we can do to–”

“THEN MAYBE THE ADULTS SHOULD DO WHAT I DID! MAYBE THEY SHOULD’VE FOUGHT VOLDEMORT AT THE END OF EVERY YEAR, I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THE EXPERIENCE OF EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS SUFFERED HALF THE THINGS I HAVE!”

Ron stood there agape and at a loss of words, his mouth literally hung open and I would’ve laughed at him if I hadn’t been so angry. In all my years, I had to go through everything, face things that no one would want to even dream facing off and yet when it came to telling those to me all I heard was ‘You’re a child, Harry’ or ‘You’re not ready yet, maybe when you’re older’ 

Shouldn’t I – the one person that Voldemort wants alive or dead – be told of what the wanker is doing in the first place? I really doubted that he had wanted to let me leave his presence alive at all. There was nothing that the psychopath would love more than to get his creepy hands on myself. And here, after everything that had happened, I was being pampered like I am a petulant brat. 

The momentary silence broke when someone rapped on the door which was surprising as I didn’t remember ever locking the door. Both mine and Ron’s eyes snapped towards the door, I could feel there was a group of people outside the room, they were probably here after all the shouting that they heard through the help of those Extendable ears. I didn’t want them inside the room right now, but I knew that they wouldn't go away. 

“I’ll get the door–” Ron said as he went to move ahead to open the door but I went before him. 

Surprisingly enough, when I went for the door I was glad that I didn’t let Ron open it because the door wasn’t closed or locked, it was quite literally sealed shut. I wasn’t even kidding, the edges of the door had merged with the door frame which had ended up sealing the entire door shut. 

Boy, was I glad that Ron wasn’t here to see this, it would’ve been hard to explain it to him as to how accidental magic was occuring when both of us were fifteen years old. 

But, to be honest, it was surprising to me as well because as far as I knew I could only manipulate some dust around me or the mattress beneath me that I practiced on, and that too happened when I was in ‘The Zone’ therefore, to see the door three meters from me completely shut even when I didn’t do anything to manipulate the particles in the door or the frame was astonishing. 

“Err… I think they might be waiting, Harry…” Ron said from behind me as the door was rapped once more, a bit louder this time. 

But how do I tell him that I had accidentally tapped in ‘The Zone’ and ended up sealing the door shut? And…how do I reverse it? Because as much as Ron was my friend, I really didn’t want to spend the rest of my life trapped in here with him. That line of thought didn’t settle with me so I ended it as soon as I could and instead closed my eyes. 

I placed my hand on the door and tried to keep my thoughts on just removing the seal. I tried to project my anger and force it to help me with reaching the zone voluntarily. 

“Err…Harry?” 

‘Yes Ron, I knew they were waiting! And trust me, I want to get out of this room as much as you do but guess what? This door is sealed shut! Now just shut up and let me work it throu…ah yes.’

I smiled a bit in victory when I immediately felt myself connect with the zone. The feeling of imminent power was always great and I loved it! I could feel the people waiting outside the door; Hermione was biting her lips in anticipation, Ginny stood about a meter away from the door and the twins….. they were about to kick the door open, yeah absolutely normal behavior. 

I focused on the particles that were between the door and the door frame and tried to separate them first. It worked almost immediately as a small hairline crack appeared throughout the seal. But it wasn’t enough to open the door, so I pushed about a centimeter thick layer of particles into the door frame.

The feeling of wood literally transforming according to my command was exceptionally thrilling. I could feel the particles sink in the door frame, filling the cracks in it and strengthening it more while the door was unsealed. 

Ultimately, the entire thing took a few seconds at most but to me everything happened in slow motion where I controlled the exact amount of particles to be pushed in the door frame.

After which I left the Zone and opened the door just in time to see the twins enter the room with one of their legs raised in the air as they stumbled inside the room before falling unceremoniously. Ginny and Hermione followed after them, preferring to enter after the twins. 

“Oof..” “Damnit Potter, couldn’t wait another moment could you? We would’ve had success in  charming the worried lass here…”  

I just rolled my eyes at their antics and instead chose to silently watch them from my vantage point, it would be useless to interfere with their diatribe anyway. They would do what they wanted no matter who or what stopped them. 

“Harry?” 

I looked at Hermione, the girl was looking between me and Ron, gnawing her lower lips as she tried to come to a decision regarding the both of us. I already knew that she had heard everything so there was nothing I wanted to explain to her or any of them. 

“Harry I-I don’t think Ron did–”

“I’d suggest you take him and move away for some time, Hermione,” I shook my head, “I am not in the mood right now. We’ll talk later.” 

My friend looked like she would put up some resistance but I shook my head once more when she opened her mouth to debate with me. This topic wasn’t up for debate. I will talk to them on my own, but I wasn’t going to allow anymore discussion on this. This rather vocal discussion had gone far longer than necessary anyways. 

Ron on the other hand just looked at me like a kicked puppy, well more like a man out of his zone but he didn’t have much emotions or expressions in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found him gorging down food in the next five minutes.

“You know you got good vocals, Harrykins,” one of the twins smirked. “I bet half the house heard your melodious high pitch, maybe even the muggles have heard it and are freaking out right now about who is screaming in their walls.” 

“And what about the Impervious as well as the Fidelius charms that protect the house from being discovered, geniuses?” I raised my eyebrow to give a distinct-like Hermione impression which she gave me when she told me about this, I didn’t think neither my sarcasm nor my excellent impression worked. “The two charms won’t let my voice be heard elsewhere much less through a closed door even through an Extendable ear attached to it.”

‘At least they had the decency to look abashed when caught’ I thought when each and every face, except Ron’s, blushed a bit and looked anywhere other than where I was. This also told me that Ron didn’t even know we were being heard…. or maybe they just didn’t tell him because then he would blabber it out spontaneously. I mentally shook my head, this was too tiring. I just wanted them to leave me alone. 

“Wait,” my freckled friend suddenly came back to life, “What do you mean by Extendable ears?! You guys were listening to everything!?” 

No shit, Sherlock. What gave you that idea?

The group again took on that same sheepish look. Well, they were doing that quite a lot now, weren’t they? For some reason, watching them like this – quivering, sheepish and hesitant – made me happy, almost euphoric. It was a bit confusing feeling these emotions in these weird situations but there was nothing I could do about it right now.

“I- we were a bit worried, Ron,” Hermione began, hesitantly, “We thought Harry would be really angry – I mean, more than how you are right now,” she added, looking at me. “We thought you’d be livid and wouldn’t be able to restrain your magic. I mean, you know how your magic acts when you are really angry, so it was just to be on a safer ground.”

“And that’s why all of you had to listen to what I was saying to Ron, right?” I narrowed my eyes on the group. “Well, it’s not like I have to hide anything anyways, whatever I said is true. I already knew you were listening, therefore what you heard was meant for your ears as well.” 

“That’s another confusing point,” one of the twins interrupted, “We had made runes on the ear to be absolutely undetectable. After all, it’d be kinda useless of a spy tool if anyone would be able to detect it the moment it neared them, right?”

“That’s like Ron saying he’s an excellent Keeper though we all know that even a penguin would be a better keeper than ickle Ronnekins!” The other one added and we ignored Ron’s indignant “HEY!”

Yeah, Ron, maybe it was a new thing for you to understand but your brothers have been picking on you since you were a tiny toddler. Big surprise. Woohoo! 

“So, how did you know that we were listening, Harrykins?” Fred asked. I assumed he was Fred because he is usually the more serious one. Well, among the two of them, not compared to normal people. “Is there a defect in our product?” 

I had an inkling as to how I had been able to feel the Extendable Ear and the group. My theory was that my anger levels and the emotional requirement had surpassed the amount that was required to reach ‘The Zone’, which meant that I had somehow succeeded to the next level accidentally where I could access the Zone involuntarily and without meditating. 

This meant that the next level requirement was absolute anger…. or another specific emotion which would propel me towards the Zone. This made me wonder if emotions such as happiness, fear, disgust, boredom, nostalgia, relief and calm would escalate me to The Zone if they were potent enough. Another thing to worry about, I guess. 

My mental notepad was increasing rapidly, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like discovering things like this. It gave me a sense of confidence that my pet project was moving in the right direction. Unfortunately, it was all the indication I could get as there wasn’t a particular guide or book that explained ‘The Zone’. 

"Harry?” 

I blinked when Hermione waved her hand in front of my eyes. Ah, I had gone too deep in my thoughts and forgot about the real world… again. I needed to work on this too, it wouldn’t do to lose myself while fighting against Malfoy or god forbid… Voldemort. 

That would definitely be awkward and embarrassing, not to mention my last ‘zoom-out’ session.

“Yeah, I was just wondering why would you even think that I wouldn’t notice it,” I told them whatever I could make-up at that moment, “After all, it’s common sense that you’d send Ron here and try to listen to what was going in the room. Hell, I am quite sure that even Ron’s sudden presence is your doing.” 

I changed the topic swiftly and before my bookworm friend could delve into another line of explanation, I simply kicked them all out of the room. Official reason was; I was too angry and would probably talk to them later, which I didn’t doubt because I knew I would.

Unofficial reason was, I was too damn excited to waste any more time talking to them. I wanted to jump straightaway into The Zone and test out that new level that I had reached. There was also the thing I wanted to experiment with where I wanted to try reaching the Zone by increasing other emotions to the required level. 

“You will talk to us later, right Harry?” Hermione asked as I closed the door. Her worried face made me seem a bit cruel to her but I reasoned that I was doing the right thing and that I would talk to her later anyways. 

“I will, I just need more time to process everything. You know how it is, ‘mione,” I shook my head. “I never expected to be treated like a bloody toddler – no, don’t ‘language’ me right now.” I sighed, why couldn’t they just leave me right now. “Anyways, I’ll talk to you later, probably Ron as well. Just give me some time to process it all.” 

With that, I closed the door. Blocking their worried and troubled faces from my mind so that I could focus on more important tasks at hand – Like reaching the Zone and testing out the new level of power which I had accidentally reached. 

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It didn’t work. 

I had been at it for the last fifteen minutes. Trying to get angry with open eyes and no stimulus just didn’t work. While meditating, I could at least focus on my mind and the power of one particular emotion. Stick to it like a leech and then follow it to reach the Zone. 

With open eyes, I could see a multitude of objects and things that distracted my mind and prevented it from sticking to just one emotion long enough to reach the Zone, which was obviously not a good thing. Ugh…

So, I closed my eyes and started focusing on anger once more. For some reason, it was the easiest emotion to stick to. Can’t be blamed because there were just too many things to be angry about. Also, my latest episode of understandable angst helped me more than it should as the moment I thought about all the things once more, I reached the Zone. 

The feeling was exhilarating. There were no words to describe it. But enough of that, I tried to manipulate my anger more and more, just like I had been absolutely livid when Ron was here. I tried to re-imagine each and everything again. 

The way members of the order followed me and no one protected me from the Dursleys. 

Or the way they thought I was a kid who needed their pampering instead of telling me what was happening. After all, I couldn’t think of anyone except Dumbledore, Moody and probably Snape who had even seen Voldemort in real life. And yet everyone was pampering me instead of telling me what was happening out there. 

I knew Dumbledore and all the other adults thought of me as a kid trapped in unfortunate circumstances–well, maybe not Snape. But that’s probably because he thinks that I am the reason for all the mistakes in the world. Yeah thanks, Snape, you make me feel loved. 

Still, all of this didn’t cancel out the fact that my name is probably in the top five of Voldemort’s ‘TO-Be-Killed’ list, which meant that I needed to know at least the bare minimum to survive him. That’d be a much more welcomed change rather than being followed around and pampered. 

“Just you wait, Voldemort…” I muttered with closed eyes as scenes flashed before my eyes. “I  will find you on my own. We will meet and the next time we do, you won’t be the one laughing.” 

I focused more and more on anger. I poured in as much emotion as I could to make myself reach the next level of the zone. I didn’t know when to stop or how, all I knew was I needed to get angry. Nothing else mattered. 

And all of a sudden, instead of the blankness of my mind. There was a voice that I had heard a few times before but I couldn’t place it where I heard it…or who this person was.

“You need to know that what I do is not for you to judge. You wizards have always taken magic for granted.”

I looked at the weird house that’s present in front of me. The garden was rotten and I was standing in a graveyard of sorts, this looked like the graveyard where Voldemort came from… somehow I remembered that I had seen this house, still it looked a lot cleaner. 

“The power would be unfathomable. I will combine your magic with my very cells, my whole body will be saturated with divine power…”

I looked around and yet all I could see was barren wastelands, nothing… absolutely nothing looked lively. Dead plants, dry barren land full of cracks criss-crossing through it. Where the fuck was I?

“You will know the pain, Harry Potter! The pain that my family gave me! You will suffer the pain that I have suffered for this long!” The voice echoed throughout the entire landscape. I could see wisps of white smoke in the air. They were scattered and I needed to focus to find them.

“Who are yo-”

I went ahead, tried to project myself to hold one of the wisps. The moment I did my world turned bright as I screamed in pain while the voice laughed cruelly, my scream was suppressed by a huge bang that silenced everything around it..

And all I could see was a white around me. It was more like a colorless place that existed somewhere… a place where I was. 

But it wasn’t the weirdest thing. No, the absolutely weird thing was huge… like really HUGE pillars of ropes. There were ropes of all colors swirling around each other making a thick and really huge pillar–did I repeat myself? Maybe. There were thick ropes, each of a slightly different shade floating outside the pillar with one of its ends still stuck inside the pillar, merged with one of the many ropes that made the pillar. 

I tried to look around myself–yeah…I was floating in this weird place. There was no damn way this place was real. I had somehow ventured into a place that didn’t even exist! Wait…was this ‘The Zone’? Was this the place that I accessed all the time I meditated with anger in my mind? 

If it was, why was this place so peaceful? 

The faded pale-white background, the large pillar of thick ropes that rotated on its own axis with multiple colorful ropes floating around it. It was kind of serene. 

I tried to reach the beautiful pillar of ropes… that sounds kinda cool. My consciousness floated towards the thing, somehow I dodged all of the thick ropes that were floating around it, and reached the pillar. It was beautiful to look at. Absolutely wonderful piece of art in slow motion.

I looked up to see if there was an end or where the pillar was going, and then I looked towards the bottom to see if there was a beginning. 

Unfortunately, neither the end nor the beginning were visible. All I could see was the pillar slowly disappearing into the pale white background, like a tower merging into the skies. Somehow, I even knew that following this pillar’s direction to the top would be fruitless as there would be no end or beginning. 

But what about the ropes? What did they mean? 

I looked back at the floating ropes swirling around the pillar, swaying slightly as they were pulled upwards by their ends stuck in the pillar. 

What did these ropes mean? Where were they going? 

Slowly, I made up my mind and touched the rope nearest to me. It was bright red in color. For some reason, Hermione’s voice rang in my mind, saying ‘Harry, nothing good happens when you touch a red rope’. Then again, did I ever really listen to Hermione? Nah. So should I listen to her voice now? Obviously not. 

I did the only logical thing… I grabbed the red rope.

There was another flashbang around me, this one far more violent and I felt being sucked into a vortex of colors. 

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