The students looked on horrified at the creature. It condensed it body into a small form. Harry looked at professor Kirkland. His face was twisted in agony at the small child. The boy jumped up and down to the professor and mad a motion to be picked up. Mr. Kirkland didn't pick him up. The boy frowned. Looking around could see Malfoy smirking. For once Harry agreed with him. Why would the professor be scared of a mere child? He watched on as the 'boy' changed again. He was now a teenager and there was another boy nearly identical to him.
"Daddy" it finally spoke. Harry along with most of the students sucked in a breath. He had kids? The boys eyes turned red. Bloodshot. The copy's white button up shirt slowly became red. His fingers had red dripping off of them and onto the floor. The boys shirt was basically dripping in what was now identified as blood. Suddenly the original one dropped to the floor begging for mercy. The copy knelt above the boy and wrapped his hands around the boys throat. The professor spoke for the first time after that.
"No…no…Maddie get off Alfred. Maddie listen to me. Mathew stop!" the scream was terrible and many girls including Hermione were huddled together crying. Ron was pale and Neville had fainted.
"Daddy save me!" the boy cried. The copy squeezed harder.
"I'm sick of being forgotten! For an idiot no less!" he ground out. The boy clawed at the copy. His nails mad bloody lines in his skin but it made no difference. The boy made a weird gargle before the light in his eyes died and he went limp, hands dropping to the floor lifeless. Harry horrified at the scene followed in Neville's footsteps and fainted. When he came to he was in the healing ward and Madam Pomfry was fretting over the professor. Pretending to be asleep he listened to their conversation.
"Arthur dear how are you? Any better?" The professor let out a bitter laugh .
"As well as I'll ever be after living through that all over again" The motherhood nurse snorted deep in her throat and spoke again.
"I knew that you son was murdered but not by who" Arthur hummed.
"We used to live in the muggle world you know. Me and my son Alfred I mean. He was very loud and brash. He stated his mind and if he was mad you knew it" The nurse laughed and had a almost hearable smile.
"He sounds a lot like you" Arthur grunted.
"He was. Alfred was amazing. He was even better at potions then Snape. He was 13 when he died you know. He had a twin brother Mathew. Mathew was special. I sent him to live with his mother's brother in Quebec. He needed more help the I could give. And I'm ashamed to say I forgot him a lot." She made a disproving sound in her throat.
"When I thought he was well enough he would visit us in Salem. He came about twice a year. During summer 3 years ago he and his uncle Francis came to Salem. They were planning to move to be closer" Madame Pomfry sat on down in a creaky chair silently. Arthur continued
"Francis and I went for dinner the first night. But when we got back." His voice died and some hard sobs were heard.
"W-when w-w-we got back. Oh it was horrible! There was blood and Alfred wasn't responding to me. Mathew was laughing and Francis kept demanding to know what he did." Madame Pomfry cried a little bit.
"It wasn't the scene that was my worst fear pom-pom. It was that my baby begged for me to save him and I wasn't there. That I was out and about while he begged for his daddy to save him. That's my worst fear" Harry couldn't take it anymore. Jumping up he ran to the bed his professor was on ignoring the startled looks and wrapped his arms around Arthurs middle.
"It's okay to cry Professor!" Arthur lost it he pulled Harry up into a death hug and cried his heart out.