Moonstruck

He sat on a chair, yes, that was it, a chair, and this was a table! He was sitting on a chair near a table.
Now, what is this? It's white, and consists of bars, hmm. Hey, it moves, wait a sec. I can move it.
Wonderful, I'm moving my, hmm, hand!!

He was overjoyed that he knew he had a hand, and even an arm.

But, what was that fluffy thing in his hand? It was white (more brown then his hand), but larger also,
and felt soft, with a hard point.

Then his head stopped when he saw what was on his desk.

It was brown-yellow, and it was raw when he moved his hand over it, where his table was flat and
gave a more iiip-sound when he moved his fingers over it. He looked around and only
saw darkness, except above him; way above him was a small gap where the darkness fled.
There he saw something yellow, something round, with if he really concentrated, could see a face in.

He marveled with a marble look at what he saw.
But after a while, he was once more exploring the darkness around him,
to find only the feather and the paper in front of him.

The feather, he remembered, was actually a quill, so he needed ink if he wanted to write.
So, where was the ink? He inspected his desk a bit further, and there, at the edge, he saw it.
He never saw it before because it was also black, like everything around him. So now that he had
everything he needed, what did he want to write? Or did he even want to write? He looked around
with an urge to find what he wanted to know. He thought and watched, but didn't find anything
that he recognized. Well, except the gap above him, where that ball was fighting the darkness.
Darkness, that was all what he remembered.

His marble stare was with the yellow ball when it came to him,
why he felt that the ball was important, why he looked at it.

It had something to do with him! Yes, that was right. That full ball of darkness-chaser, that like a spell dispelled the shrouds that dared to touch it while it moved. Spell. That was another thing he felt familiar with. Yes, the ball and the spell, not any spell, a spell with the Moon!!! The Moon.........

His head was once more silent while his gaze locked with the moonlight,
which he gladly took in on his white face.
Slowly words started to enlighten his position why he wanted to write,
but not only why he wanted to write. Also why he was here.

First there where sounds he heard, but they where not from somewhere in the room.
It came from within himself, he tried to make a sound, but couldn't. The sounds became louder,
and letters slipped through his net of darkness in his head. Until, suddenly words and more
words came to him. Then he saw it too, he saw, the moon, the ho so beautiful full moon,
and people, people where not far from him, whispering, no, conversing rather loudly,
even shouting while beams of colored light flew from all directions.

"He is down! Do the spell quickly Harry!!!"

He then saw a boy muttering something, and light flew directly from the boy towards him. Filling all
his sight with that dark light, he felt strange, drained. And then everything went silent, except some
words that where spoken before all was gone.

"What the hell was that Albus???"
"We couldn't kill him, but we could let him forget. So while his soul stays within his body for an
endless time, his mind will forget and he will be no more. Except every full moon, when his mind
will rise and try to struggle, but where it will also fail and fade with the moon."

And then everything went black, forever. NO! Not forever, he was here now, he was back!!!

He looked out of the window, and saw that the moon was almost gone.

But he was not going to give up, he wanted to stand up and shout!!! But he couldn't, his legs,
his voice. Darkness was everywhere now. No more darkchaser, no more, what was it again?
His gaze fell on the paper, he wanted to write it down, before he forgot, that was what he wanted..
But, what did he want to write?

He stopped moving to think about it.

He wanted to do something with the feathery thing in his hand, to that yellow-brown thing.
But he couldn't see the thing anymore, or the other thing. It was all shrouded now.

What was it? What was it again? ...It's dark.... yes.
That is what it was.

Darknessss