Here is a short little one shot I decided on a rainy day lisening to Evanescence, Even in death and Bring me to life. I hope you don't mind the shortness.
To the Evanescence fans, I suggest you listen to her live, acoustic version of her songs. Amazing.
As everybody knows, I do not own Harry Potter.
Hope you enjoy,
Writer of the gods
Possessed. By the most dangerous wizard ever.
My 'good luck' charm bracelet did not work obviously. Well, maybe it did. It might have brought me Harry.
So I didn't throw it in the waters of the Black Lake.
But I was still possessed by Tom Marvolo Riddle. The younger version of Voldmort.
I remember not remembering certain parts of what I did the day before. I started wondering what was wrong with me, especially when I woke up with chicken feathers and blood on me. It continued like that.
Then I was forced to write the message declaring that I will be dead soon, and go in the Chambers of Secrets. I became unconscious, and when I woke up, Harry was above me, checking on me.
Even the position I was in, I blushed a bit. But then I started blubbering saying that I was never going back to Hogwarts.
Afterwards, I started to heal a little bit after a few weeks. I wasn't as sensitive, but I still cried easily.
It was obvious that I was truly never would get over it.
Over time, less nightmares happened. I did not wake up with one of my siblings or my parents at my side. Even if I woke up three a.m in the morning they were there. Even Percy.
Today, ten years later, age Twenty-one and holding my first child, James Sirius Potter, the word Possessed still had a meaning to me.
And still leaves a mark.