storyruiner: “huhhh?” harry looked around. “wha?” He sat up. He was in a green meadow with dandloins and little blue flowers peeping up through the soft blades of grass. “Where-Where am I?” a girl with thick brown locks ran up to him. “oh it’s the wizard! Help!!!” “What?” harry sat erect and confused. “what’s going on?” “Oh!” the girl plopped down beside him on the grass faintly. She looked slightly out of proportion, as if someone had sucked the color out of her and carelessly put it back on. Tears streamed down her face. “it’s-it’s T-Tamwyn…” she gasped through sobs. “we’ve come from a faraway land called Avalon, a bridge connecting heaven and earth, and we have been banished here because humanity was tipping Avalon’s fragile balance.” She wiped her eyes with her tunic and desperately tried to pull herself together. “Tamwyn tried to bring a wizard here to help us. It used such strain he is sick with fatige.” Harry’s eyes reeled back in his head trying to grasp this strange concept. But after all, after finding out he was a wizard hardly anything suprized him. “take me to him” he whispered patting the girls shoulder ever so gently. Releif shone in her eyes. She walked towards a group of people crowding around something. “the wizard…” some mumbled, “is it him?” others said. “what’s he wearing?” a child asked. Harry made his way to the center and pointed his wand at a boy who looked similar to his age. “Gortayannis Healiosis” he commanded. A spark of light escaped his wand and surged through the boy’s body. His eyelids fluttered, then opened, eyes black as coal. He looked in the direction of the girl. “elli………” “Oh tamwyn!!!!” she cryed leaping to him. They passionately kissed, tears running down their faces. Harry felt a sharp pang in his heart, remembering the girl who had so passionately kissed him in the Gryfindor commin room, so long ago.