I'm not exactly sane, y'know?

Ritual, done.

Ragnok's POV

I came out of the now finished ritual room to fetch Harry, feeling very much nervous and on the edge due to the fact we are going to take off all the blocks and whatnot on the poor teenager, it was going to be a draining and painful process.

I see him sitting on one of the seats, oh so still. Getting closer, I can see his glazed over eyes. Being a Goblin, we were ancient, we knew all the secrets of magic. But yet, wizardkind continue to brand us as creatures below them, unworthy of a wand. Our war sure did them something though, it was bloody and gruesome, we only managed to get our business, but we do it well.

The nerve of some wizards.

I cautiously, almost warily, reached out my hand to gently shake the boy who was obviously in his mind, constructing his mind defences. Not the mention, they were incredibly complicated for a boy his age, a work of art, really. His Mimic inheritence, I suppose.

Well, time to brace ourselves.

(I know his POV short, but freaking bear with me, I wanted to go the Harry's POV)

Harry's POV

I looked over my memory garden sadly, batches of freshly over-turned soil lay around the emotion organised garden.

Accessing the damage done to the happy emotion memories part of the garden, I felt myself gnawing on my bottom lip and clenching my hands into fists to prevent myself lashing out and trying to keep my cool.

I glanced back at the boxes filled with memories of my ex-friends, before looking away again, the back of my eyes stinging with angry tears. I had to go back to the cottage once for more boxes, five years of memories are a lot, truly.

The boxes will be going to the attic, some to the cupboard under the stairs (That hurt me to type, really). The attic is where I store memories I want to keep away, but not forget. I hold them close to my heart, but at the same time, as far away as I can manage because it hurts me remember it.

I set to work again, lugging the suprisingly heavy boxes to the attic. The memory of my 'friends' betrayal already locked away in the cupboard.

It took a long time, as you can imagine.

Third person's POV

Collapsing onto a porch swing, which swung dangerously for a moment before settling down again, Harry sat there, collecting his breath. Changing positions, he put his elbows on his thighs and leaned his body forward, forehead in his hands. Breathing deeply, he faintly felt a gnarly Goblin hand (More like claw) on his shoulder, registering Ragnok's voice calling for him for the ritual. He grumbled, but 'woke up' as he liked to call it.

He was transported back into his body, in a sense.

Blinking rapidly, he became in tune with the world again, a bit disoriented. Harry shook his head, his eyes zeroing on Ragnok.

"It's ready," Ragnok said shortly, "Get up, we need to get going."

The green-eyed teen nodded, getting up swiftly and quite elegantly for his scrawny figure.

Harry's head felt clearer, his heart lighter, even if it was just a bit. His emotions were no longer in the way of his thinking.

People say, 'Eyes are the windows to your soul'. Harry quite agreed, his eyes show nothing but hollowness, and a promise of revenge, don't forget his lack of sanity, of course. His once bright and eager emerald green eyes had dulled to a murky, faded jade colour. (Oh my gods, I keep going off track-)

As Harry followed Ragnok to the ritual room, the teen can't help feeling excited and hyped up. After all, he's still 15, despite his past experiences and insanity.

Ragnok, on the other hand, nervous and worried. The ritual will be draining for the Goblins, what's not to be worried about?

Harry's POV

As I walked over to stand in the middle of the freshly readied ritual circle, I started to brace myself for the pain. Shutting myself from the pain, I did it all the time in the Dursleys' home. Basically, I went into my mindspace, sort of, I just kinda sink into my mind, watching from the sidelines as my oh-so-loving Uncle Vernon abused me.

Fun.

So back to the present, I stood, feeling stupid, in the middle of the ritual circle. The 7 ritual Goblins made a evenly spaced circle around me. A healer Goblin, I think, came beside me and ordered me to drink some colourful, and frankly gross potions.

I complied anyway.

Rubbing my tongue against my teeth, I tried to get the revolting taste from my mouth.

The ritual Goblins started chanting, Gobbledygook maybe? I don't know. The runes around me glowed. But I know I felt the pain, the pain started at the tips of my fingers, the ends of my toes, the middle of my chest. It grew from the slight tingle, the tingle turned painful, more intense. It felt like a thousand Crucios, felt like knives penetrating my skin. My body felt like it was on fire...... Until it didn't. It was as if I was doused in ice-cold water, stingingly cold, even my insides felt like ice.

Through it all, I didn't scream, didn't cry, didn't react. Blood gushed from my palms and bottom lip. Whimpers and occasional little yelps or screams fell from my lips.

Suddenly, the pain stopped, it just, stopped. I realised the ritual must be done, I collapsed on my knees, one hand on my stomache, the other supporting myself on the floor as I threw up.

Funny thing is, as I managed to crack open one tightly closed eyelid, what I threw up wasn't normal sick, as I didn't really eat anything before this, it was.... black?

Before I had time to think about it anymore, I blacked out.

What the fk have I written- ;-;

Anyways, here's yo new chapter everyone, it's short, I know, and I'm sorry.

(I hv disappointed myself. I have no idea where the fk I'm going with this ff)

So please, enjoy.

I'll try harder in the next chapter.

(What is this sorry piece of shit I wrote for a chapter rn ;-;)

Libra out~

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(I'm sorry this chap sucks so much, but I tried)