Disclaimer: as so often said before, by many greater than me I own nothing of Harry Potter and his little friends.
A/N: This is my great leap into the world of fan fic...Please be kind...
Last night I think I heard his voice again...
That was the thought that hung in her mind as she sat at the table with her breakfast in
front of her. She looked around at the faces of the other students .She watched her
brother talking animatedly to his friends. They leaned in close to speak with one another.
Punches were traded in jest for insults and jeers shared between friends.
How could it be that she felt so alone in the midst of so many people? Her brothers. Her
friends.
He calls to me...and none of you even know...he was once my secret alone, and I think
he may be again...
She pushed away the plate of now cold food, disgusted by the mere thought of eating it.
She stood to leave. Her brother was still talking. She thought of saying goodbye to them all, but
decided against it as her brothers' audience erupted in laughter. She shook her head
wearily as she walked away from them.
What do they care?
She had nearly made it to the staircase that would lead her to her tower when someone
called out her name quietly. She turned at the sound of the familiar voice.
"Miss Weasley? "
It was her Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.
"Oh, yes Professor? "
"Aren't you feeling well? I don't believe you ate any of your breakfast this morning."
So someone had noticed.
"I'm fine – I just wasn't hungry. "
She wasn't really lying, she told herself. It was true.
"I do hate to see any of my students skip breakfast. Personally, it's something I could
never do myself." He smiled, and the trademark twinkle appeared in his eyes.
"Just remember, if you're not feeling well later today you can always go see Madame
Pomfrey. "
Really, next time I'll remember to choke down something. Couldn't there be a
million different perfectly ordinary reasons someone didn't eat a meal?
As if to answer this thought, Professor Dumbledore continued in a grandfatherly tone.
"I just like to remind students from time to time that they are never bothering any of
the faculty or staff when they seek out help "
He was looking directly into her eyes now as he spoke.
"For anything."
She couldn't continue to let him hold her eyes in his. She quickly shifted her gaze to
somewhere slightly to the left of his all-to knowing- face.
"Have a good day Miss Weasley. " He said cheerfully as he turned and began to walk
down the hall.
She watched the back of his robes receding down the hall for a half a minute or so as he
walked away. As she began to climb the stairs she wondered, not for the first time in her
enrollement at Hogwarts, the man's ability to see her thoughts.
If he knew everything already, why didn't he just come out and say so? But then,
wouldn't she be shipped off somewhere immediately? Some new St. Mungo's ward
like BODILY POSSESSIONS ( Voldemort type only e.g., silly, weak girls unable to
resist dark lords teenage ghosts e.g., GINNY WEASLEY).
Unable to resist? She knew she didn't even feel like trying to resist. That's what she
could never quite explain to anyone- how – even how when she was almost removed
from existence-how- it felt to have him inside her head.
Oh, they all thought they knew....
-He tricked her
-He charmed her
- He compelled her
Blah! Blah! Blah! She had heard it all last time.... and they had assumed that knowing
what had almost happened in the end would be enough for her not to "repeat her
mistake"...but...
but what did it matter when he said exactly the right things to you? Told you everything
you had ever hoped to hear from a beautiful god of a boy.
So what if he wanted your very soul in return?