A white light blinded Harry's vision. He wasn't used to this. He had just been dead. He didn't even know it. He just felt like he was waking up and somebody had just pulled the curtains open.

He squinted into the light, half shielding his eyes with his hand. He rubbed them, and his vision began to clear. He could make out a few things he was seeing.

Graves. Long grass. Trees. A bright moon. Iron fences. Most of the normal things you see at a cemetery. He rubbed his eyes again. "I'm in a graveyard." he said aloud. He blinked a few times, just to make sure he wasn't crazy.

He sat up slowly. I feel so weak, he thought. Harry stood up. And then collapsed. He felt suddenly so angry. Hatred surged through his veins. He breathing got raspy. He grabbed some grass and ripped it out of the ground. 

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Harry yelled out in anger. "I'm alive." he said. Anybody who knew Harry wouldn't think it was Harry. His voice was raspier. His face had paled. His eyes were bloodshot. 

Harry clenched his white fists as he read his grave. It had his name and date of birth and death. He could remember dying now. The speeding car. The screams of the pedestrians. And then now. Awake again.

Harry stumbled to the gates of the graveyard. He pushed them open, and they creaked and groaned on their hinges. The graveyard was full, and no longer in use. Forgotten of. Useless.

Outside the graveyard was a road. It was small and bumpy, and had a forest on the other side. Every few minutes a car drove by. Otherwise, it was deserted. Not a soul in sight. Harry walked slowly out of the graveyard as the sun peeked over the horizon.

Dawn. The sky was filled with an orange-yellow glow as the sun slowly rose over the trees. "They've forgotten me." groaned Harry. He didn't even know what he was talking about. He just dawdled in the middle of nowhere, not knowing what the future will bring.