Birds twittered outside, gleeful in the early summer sun that was filtering through a broken cloud layer. As he had done every morning since He and Cora had discussed breaking their curses, Matt meditated and tried to focus on the complete inner peace, focus, and strength necessary for Occlumency. So far, nothing had happened with the practice except Matt feeling more peaceful and focused.
Today felt different. As he breathed, he felt something open up within himself. There was a cavernous sense of purpose and direction that seemed fraught with potential. He let his consciousness sink into it; a fair whisper echoed in his mind, sounding like Cora, repeating the terms of his curse: do not run away. Do not talk about her or the curse. Do not attack her. Over and over, the clauses repeated themselves.
How about no?
The voices quieted, much to Matt's surprise. As soon as he relented pushing against them, however, they sprang back. He pushed again, applying more and more of his will to the fight. Something snapped like a rubber band in his head. Three things happened: he developed a raging headache, he had an adrenaline surge and a wave of inexplicable fury, and the curse was broken.
He howled in pain and fury, dropping from his perch in the rafters to land in a crouch in the gym.
Get a grip, get a grip!
He crouched there, tense for several long moments until he gained control of the rage spiraling through him. Once successful, he let out a joyful whoop.
"I did it!"