Harry looked at the ceiling, his body processing where it was.
*sob sob sob*
After a few moments, tears began to well up in Harry's eyes. Sobbing quietly, the pain was too great, his mind had suffered as well, eons upon eons of suffering, pain and loneliness.
He couldn't see anything in that place, all he could feel was pain but after an eon or two, though his body didn't adapt or got used to the pain, somehow he was able to partially ignore it.
And that was the moment he felt something, loneliness, utter and complete loneliness.
Harry wasn't an extrovert, more of an introvert as he didn't like to get attached to anything and would rather stick to himself.
But that place made him realise how truly and utterly alone he was, before the being came Harry's life was as mundane as can be.
He had good friends, those that hanged out with him typically used him for their chores. None left to call family, all alone like the sad little orphan he was.
Even the being was indifferent to him, but hey, at the very least the being didn't leave him and stuck with him. Or maybe the being couldn't leave without so that's why he stayed. Well in the end he didn't care anyways.
Harry curled up into a ball, crying quietly.
The being simply looked at Harry, his body twitching slightly. Harry had immense potential but the being still found him quite pathetic, well, humans have emotions after all.
The being simply remained there, not offering comfort or help but Harry still appreciated the being sticking by his side.
[A few hours later...]
Harry had finally stopped crying, slowly sitting up on his bed as he turned his head towards the being.
"I wanna try teleportation again!'
Harry said enthusiastically, he was confident that he won't make the same mistake as before.
The being simply nodded his head.
"Magic or spells, especially for beginners like you, rely on intent, you have to be clear and precise with your intent to succeed."
"I will!"
Harry got off of bed, wiping his face dry with his hand, picking up his trusty wand (broom) and walked to the door, opening it.
As soon as the door opened a zombie lunged at Harry, tackling him to the ground as the zombie tried to bite Harry.
Harry raised his broom pointing it at the zombie and before the walker could bite him, he shouted out.
"CURE!"
Like before, a white light entered the zombie's as the zombie slowly disappeared, being erased from existence by the cure spell.
"Yes! That worked!"
The being nodded it's head in approval.
"You're getting better. Using a faltu spell to your advantage."
Harry got up from the ground, dusting himself.
Just as he stepped out of his apartment the floor beneath his collapsed.
As the floor fell the other floor right below also collapsed, and the floor below, and the floor below, and the floor below and on and on again.
With a loud thud the collapsed floors finally reached ground floor, due to the floors collapsing before Harry's floor could hit them to reduce it's speed, Harry's body struck the ground hard.
Harry lived in the 37th floor, and due to the sheer impact of the floor, Harry's eyeballs collapsed and bursted apart inside their sockets.
His bones shattering, many of his organs bursting open, blood splattering all around him, his body near mush but due to his annoyingly resilient body, he somehow survived and needed to die by blood loss.
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TO BE CONTINUED