Who: Harry Potter, Matt Cavanaugh
What: The body wakes up.
When: Tuesday July 08, following the death of Not-Harry.
Where: Sebastian Capper's property
Rating: PG-13, for language. I think this is my standard rating.
Closed; Incomplete
There were stars. They shone vivid yellows and oranges against an incredible blackness, trees springing up, shooting from the bottom of Harry's field of vision and then withering away, spent fireworks of matter and form. There really was no explanation for where they had come from, for a moment or several hours before he had been standing in the darkness somewhere, over the corpse of a woman who was missing her wand. She, some form of her, had stood next to him briefly, though he had not seen her, but then she had passed him by after the dark thing had left the old house. What he wanted to know, suddenly, was how it was possible to watch a body drop, to kill it, and then walk away without knowing whether the person had gone. Harry hadn't gone.
The first sensation was incredible, indescribable cold and the feeling of freezing fire everywhere. After an incredible personal lightness, a feeling of being Other, the sudden feeling of matter and being was incredibly vague and foreign. When he tried to move his arm, it felt unbearably heavy.
The body had sat at the temperature of its surroundings for so long, several degrees below body temperature, and the first thing that happened was all the smooth muscles in his hair fibers contracted, and Harry got goosebumps. The lips that had been waxy and white contorted, the flesh of his lips a deep purplish blue, as were his fingers and toes. His body, wrapped only in the sheet from the morgue, began trembling violently and Harry's frosted over eyes closed with the first breath that felt as cold and as harsh as the first breath of life, when the lungs learn in a split second how to take in air for themselves.
Harry turned on his side, curling into a fetal position and pressing his shivering hands to his chest and his knees beneath them. The blood beat like syrup at this temperature, and he felt slow, stupid, and incredibly, incredibly cold.