Harry Wakes

Havermouth, Present Time

In the darkness, pain blossomed red as blood spearing in through Harry’s eye and drilling into their brain, a burning pain that grew in sharpness until they surfaced screaming from the dark into an unfamiliar room clutching at their head. The smell of blood was sharp, and their face was wet with it. They sobbed as they stared at their fingertips, piecing together the black liquid on their skin with the scent of blood.

“What has happened?”

“Harry…” A woman stood in the doorway, a vampire. It took Harry a moment to recognize her. One of Talen’s underlings.

“Talen?” They asked. They couldn’t see from their right eye. Why could they not see? Where was the blood coming from? What had happened? What were they doing in the unfamiliar room, with one of Talen’s underlings, naked and bleeding?

“He’s in Rideten. Shh,” she held her hands out to stall them when Harry began to sit up. “Slowly, Harry. You almost died.”

Harry’s screaming head swum from the motion, and they sa