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Hi ppl this is my new (and amazing) story!!! And just so y'all know this is my world and I can change anything to the way I want it. So say I change the time line a bit, and its okay because I'm the author. (but I'm not really changing anything so don't worry!) I know the beginning isn't to good but I need to explain everything before I can get to the main story so pls stick with it.
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Chapter one- Clarissa?
Harry looked up at Ginny who was still staring at the place were his wound had been moments ago.
"Its going to be okay Ginny. Everything is going to okay." He picked up the sword and pushed himself up, still feeling a bit weak from the poison. After a moment decidedly scooped up the diary. Helping ginny up he made toward the way he had come. After a few minutes Ginny timidly spoke up.
"Harry are you sure you know where your going?"
"Yes. Somewhat." He looked around, all the tunnels looked alike! He tried to remember which way he came. "Lets go this way." He took her hand and led them right. They walked down the tunnel in silence until he spotted something at the end of the hall. It looked like a door, but he hadn't come through any doors to get here. They stopped in front of it and he took a step forward reaching for the handle.
"Harry don't!" Ginny grabbed his other arm. "Lets just get back to Ron and out of here." He looked from the door to her.
"It might be another way out. It wont hurt to open it." She didn't argue but she didn't let go of his arm either. He held his breathe as he held his wand in one hand and with the other pushed the silver handle down. Surprisingly, it opened. He pushed Ginny back a few steps and, now raising his wand without restraint, he opened the door the rest of the way. Inside was a room all empty except an old bed with yellowing sheets. But what really caught his eye was the girl on the bed. She was pale, like Ginny had been, but her lips were still red and alive looking. He walked into the room cautiously getting closer to the girl. Her hair was a dark shade of brown and looked as if it needed badly to be washed.
"Is she alive?" Ginny asked from the door way. He moved her hair out of the way and put his fingers to her neck, feeling for a pulse.
"I don't know. I can't feel her pulse...but she looks alive." He noticed she was wearing Gryffindor school robes. "Gryffindor? Ginny do you recognize her?" Ginny leaned forward but shook her head.
"Harry lets go! We can tell the teachers about her then and they can come back to get her, lets just get out of here." Harry saw her pleading eyes and nodded. He walked back over to her, but before he closed the door he gave one last look at the unknown girl in the bed and felt a bit of guilt for leaving her alone in such depressing place, even if he wasn't sure if she was alive.
Harry smiled at Dobby, who was hugging his sock. He'd done the right thing setting Dobby free. He'd saved two people today it......The Girl! Harry bolted down the hall leaving a stunned Dobby behind. He ran back to the the statues and said the password. It leaped aside and he ran straight to the door. Knocking on it he took a few deep breathes to slow his heart back down.
"Come in." He opened the large door and saw Snape was also in the room, but ignored him and went to Dumbledore. "Harry is somethi-"
"Professor I......Forgot to tell you.......We found a girl....in the chamber." He said between breaths.
"Slow down." Harry nodded and took a few more deep breathes.
"While Ginny and I were going back we went the wrong way and found this room. In it was this girl on a bed." Dumbledore nodded listening intently. "She looked alive but when I checked she didn't have a pulse, well at least I didn't feel one. She had brown hair and had on Gryffindor robes but I didn't recognize her. We decided to tell you when we-" Dumbledore stood up abruptly eyes wide.
"It couldn't be...." He whispered under his breath before looking harry in the eyes. "Harry can you take us there?" He nodded.
"I think so, sir?" But he hadn't waited for Harry's response he was already behind him holding the door open. Harry hurried out the door with Snape and Dumbledore on his heels. In minutes they were in the tunnels under the school. Harry was practically jogging back through the place he'd wished never to be again. Then they came to the door.
"In there." Dumbledore nodded and wasted no time at all in opening the door it was after opening the door that he stopped.
He stared at the bed and his face seemed to fall. "Clarissa," He walked slowly over to the girl putting his hand on the girls face.
"You said she didn't have a pulse?" Harry nodded, once again his eyes were drawn to her face.
"I couldn't find one. But she still looks alive sir. If she's really dead she couldn't have died that long ago, but I don't recognize her." He felt suddenly guilty. Had she disappeared and no one noticed? Had he seen her before and never talked to her? He wished suddenly that he did know her.
"No I don't think she's dead." Harry looked at the headmaster in disbelieve.
"But sir-"
"This girl went missing 50 years ago, harry." 50 years?
"But she doesn't look..."
"That old? That dead? She shouldn't be." He pushed the light sheets off of her body. "Severus doesn't this resemble the drought of living death?"
"In a way I suppose but it wouldn't be possible for the potion to last this long. And even if it did there would be side effects."
"What if he found a way to work around it? Maybe he created a new version or perhaps cast a spell after?" Snape looked down at the girl.
"Perhaps." For a moment everyone was silent, all staring at 'Clarissa'. "But what ever it is lets get her up to the hospital wing and deal with it there." Dumbledore nodded and took out his wand, giving it a slight wave the girls body floated above the bed and moved forward.
"Come on harry, no doubt your anxious to get out of here." He just nodded and followed behind his two professors. As they reached the girls bathroom Dumbledore turned to the two of them.
"Severus could you please go and get some Wiggenweld Potion? And harry you can go back to your house, your probably exhausted after the day you've had." Now that he'd mentioned it harry felt the days strain hit him all at once and he yawned.
"'night Professor." Dumbledore watched as both the boys left and looked down at the floating girl, taking a deep breath, he then continued his trip to the hospital wing.
"Poppy," He yelled as he held the doors open to let Clarissa threw. Sure enough Poppy bustled out of her office.
"Albus what is it?" She caught sight of the floating Clarissa and her hand went to her mouth. The woman always did have a good memory. "Is that...?"
"Yes, its Clarissa." Poppy motioned to the closest bed and fumbled for her wand.
"Hows is this possible she's been missing for 50 years. Albus she still looks the same as she did when she-" Her voice faded as snape entered the room with several bottles. Setting them down on the nightstand next to the bed he handed Dumbledore the green one. Dumbledore took it and with his free hand gently lifted Clarissa's head. Pressing the bottle to her lips he poured a bit in to her mouth, then a bit more. Laying her head back on the pillow they waited. After a minute poppy put her hand on his arm.
"Albus, she may not-" She was interrupted by a loud gasp followed by vicious coughing. The three adults turned to the girl who no longer seemed dead. Poppy hurriedly helped her sit up gave her some water. After a few moments she stopped coughing and had regained her breath. She now looked around the room, and recognizing it, she examined the people who were huddled around her.
She opened her mouth, then closing it, cleared her throat and in a hoarse dry voice she spoke.
"Not to be rude but who are you? And why am I in the Hospital wing?" All the adults seemed shocked by her question. Well maybe not the question, it probably had more to do with the fact that she A) Actually spoke after fifty years in a coma like state. B) Didn't seem to know what had happened to her.
"Clarissa," Dumbledore almost asked.
"Clary." She said firmly.
"Yes, Clary, Do you remember what happened to you?" She frowned, annoyed.
"I might, if you tell me what happened."
"Yes, well, lets get through introductions first. You may not recognize me now but I am Albus Dumbledore." She opened her mouth but he put his hand up and continued. "The woman next to you is Madame Poppy Pomphrey, and finally the man next to me is Severus Snape." She waited a moment to make sure he was done talking before she started ranting.
"No, that's not possible because I know both Dumbledore and Madame Pomphrey and there much-"
"Younger?" She nodded suddenly glaring. "Yes well you've been under a potion for the last fifty years." Both Poppy and snape stared at the old man both thinking a version of 'Way to brake it lightly.'
"That's a joke right? I mean even if it was true they would have found me before 50 years. I mean come on I don't feel fifty years old nor do I look it! And who would go through all the trouble to give me a potion to make sleep that long!?" Dumbledore's face seemed old and sad.
"I'm afraid Tom did it." Snapes eyes widened. Voldemort had done it? Sure she was in the chamber but why hadn't he killed her? They had known each other?'
"So this is a joke? Tom put you up to it right? I'll kill him when I see him. He probably thought it would be funny because we just made up." She said laughing but it sounded more desperate than funny.
"This is not a joke." Snape finally said, seeing Dumbledore felt terrible. "The Tom you once knew is gone. He is an evil-"
"Don't say that!! He's my friend! He wouldn't do this! We'd just made up we were going to go to Hogsmeade the next weekend. And he was going to visit my house in the summer and-and-" She had angry tears streaming down her face now. She glared at snape and Dumbledore refusing to believe them.
"Both of you should leave now. She just woke up and there is no need to upset her anymore." Poppy's voice was stern but she gently touched Clarys arm and tried to comfort her.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled but she didn't jerk away. Instead she stopped crying suddenly. And her face became panicked. "I-I can't move. I can't move?" She looked at Dumbledore. "Why can't I move?"
She started panicking causing her to breathe quicker. Her body made small jerks of movement randomly, her failing attempts to move some part any part of her body.
Dumbledore firmly held her shoulders to the bed and looked her in the eye. "Clarissa you need to calm down. Clary, take deep breaths." She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"Professor its a joke right? This isn't real?" She searched his face for any sign that she was right. Finding none she let out a small sob.
Dumbledore let go of her and straightened up. "We should be going then. I suppose you still have some petrified students to fix up." It only took a few of his large strides before he was out the door. Snape gave one last look at the crying girl before nodding to poppy and walked off to his own office. Leaving poppy to comfort the distraught clary.
The castle was silent except for the sound of a soul pair of footsteps that echoed through the halls. They continued until they came to the hospital wing. Though it was night and dark the moon shown brightly though the windows illuminating the large room and showing the outline of Albus Dumbledore sitting by one of the beds.
"I thought you might be here. Its late you know." He didn't move but his calming voice resonated through the room.
"I know." She walked over to him. "What made you think I'd be here?"
"Severus just told me what happened. So it really is her, its amazing she's stayed alive until now." He just nodded. "Albus its not your fault no one could of expected the boy to turn out like that." He stood up and started pacing in a way that, over the years, Minerva had become very familiar with.
"That's just it Minerva, I suspected something. I knew he had used his powers consciously to hurt others, I knew he was a parslemouth, and I had made it my job to watch the boy during his stay at Hogwarts!" He put his head in his hands. "I thought she would be good for him. He'd always been friendless and when I saw the two of them together he almost seemed normal. I had only thought about her safety for a minute before I stopped paying so much attention to him. Then she was gone."
"I remember." She said, keeping her tone neutral.
"I should have thought more about his effect on her, instead of the other way around. Now look were my mistake has gotten her."
"It wasn't your mistake Albus! She chose to be his friend. He chose to do such a thing to the only friend he had. No one could have thought such a thing would happen." He looked at her with sad blue eyes.
"I wonder sometimes if he ever really liked the her. Or if he only liked that she adored him." Both knew what kind of person Tom Riddle had become. But what they didn't was that Clary was awake and she had heard most all of their conversation. It had taken all of her power not to shoat at them. She waited till they both left before letting herself cry again.
The next morning pomphry was bustling around apparently unpetrifying people. From what she got from listening to bits of conversation was that the chamber had been opened again, a boy named harry killed a snake, and that a girl who had been taken was saved. It seemed she'd gone missing when the chamber opened and had been returned when the chamber opened. FIFTY FRIGGIN YEARS LATER!!! She was still having trouble wrapping her head around the whole thing, she half expected some to pop out and tell her it was all a joke, but slowly the realization that it wasn't going to happen was sinking in. Fifty years later meant most every one she knew was old, dead, or thought she was dead. And now on top of all this she was almost paralyzed?! Though Pomphry did say that with some physical therapy she would be back to normal, how long would that take? She felt another wave of depression come over her, but was absolutely determined not to cry, only because she knew she couldn't wipe away her tears. She wanted to leave this bed and make sure that everything she was being told was actually true but she couldn't. So she sat there, looking at the designs on the ceiling, for hours.
This is only four pages of the seven I have written so far. I thought long and hard of where to slpit it and ended up stteling for this. It may be boring but pls bare with it! I don't know how far I'll go, but I want to go till at least the end of GOF. (cause she'll meet voldie again!! Don don dooooonn!!!) But that can only happen with you reviews, they motivate me!! So I beg-ith you to click the cute little review button!! Any ideas are also greatly appreciated because the will be times when I don't know how she should feel or how to incorporate her into the story with changing every thing!! Thank you for reading and pls review.