Chapter Three: Detention
Flopping on the bed confused, "What wish," he repeats looking around the room again no one in sight the room dead quiet. The voice gone, 'convenient timing,' the boy mocks annoyed.
Sitting up his shoes touch the old wooden floor and took off down the hall down the stairs to the commons room, where there seemed to be no one also, "Where is everyone!" he screams annoyed, "What did you do?"
'Nothing,' the voice grins the snap from a piece of wood settling in the fireplace heard, 'You underestimate me,' he chuckles, 'though soon you'll see,'
Turning around it seemed the voice had been whispering in his ear, "Wha-,"
"Harry you coming?" Ron yells staring at him from the stairs with a questioning looking on his face.
"Ron?" Harry looks at baffled, "Where have you been?"
Looking around him the orange haired boy looks at his friend, "I've been right here," he says, "Are you alright?"
The voice echoing throughout his head chucking as he shakes it back and forth to rid it from himself, "Yea just famished is all," he lies again.
Down in the Great Hall the aroma of food filled every corner of just about anything you could thing of. It didn't take Harry long to find Ron down in the middle by some other familiar faces. Sitting down with them a clean plate before him he soon becomes engrossed in his thoughts of earlier. "The disappearances,' he thinks, 'they could have been magic,' he pauses continuing, 'but it could have been coincidence also,'
'Questioning me?'
Flinching the voice seemed to be getting closer he swore this time he could feel the breath on his earlobe turning this really seemed to be messing with his head. "Harry you alright?" someone asks catching a glance at him.
"He's been acting weird since the train ride here," Ron adds in digging into a chicken wing the size of his arm. His stomach growling he looked at the food his apatite gone, swinging his leg over the bench he goes to leave, "Harry?"
"I'm not hungry any more," he states shaking his head, "I'm going to go ahead I'll meet up with you guys later," he says waving walking off down the long pathway alone. Chatter among students as they enjoyed there meal and there break, talking about there first day of classes in all.
However the blonde in the corner caught the familiar black haired boy noticing his face seemed paler then usual something happened, and he wasn't the cause of it. Though sworn enemies he could do nothing on the surface the blond casually gets up not saying a word a determined look in his eye.
Marching down the hall Harry shutters at the thought of that voice again, is it really all in his head? 'Maybe I should look this up in the library there's got to be a potion or something,'
'No potion can fix what isn't wrong,'
"Oh this seems normal to you?" he questions to himself staring at the floor as he walked up the steps in no hurry at all. Unknown to him he was being trailed by the blond haired Malfoy who couldn't grasp the concept that the Harry Potter was talking to himself.
'There isn't anything wrong about this at all,' a smug like voice replies, 'In fact I would say we're on our way to a healthy relationship no?'
"No," the boy shakes his head annoyed, "I don't,"
'I'm sorry you feel that way, but you'll soon see,'
Pausing where he is Harry looks up, "What do you mean by that?" he asks not liking the sound of that, remembering the incident earlier. "Fuck," he mumbles looking to his sides wanting to know where this voice was coming from, if this was a joke he was going to seriously do something against school rules he just hadn't figured it out.
A chill hitting him he continues walking down the hall up the stairs too Professor Mcgonagall's room reporting for his detention, "Potter you're here early," she states not looking up from her large book her spectacles on the end of her nose.
"Yes madam," he nods as she looks up her eyes changing.
"Potter is something on your mind?" she asks a questioning look on her face.
"Just tired," he says shaking his head.
"I see," she states, "Well then for your punishment you are to clean out the trophy room in the back corridor on the forth floor," looking at him, "And since Ronald Wesley isn't here then you can choose which side you would rather do," Nodding to her he quickly turns to walk off, "Oh and Potter," she adds.
"Yes madam,"
"Next time don't be late," she adds bowing her head dismissing him.
Nodding, "Sure," he says faintly his strength fading as he shut the door behind him. Standing there in front of him was the blonde from before leaning against the wall, "What do you want?" Harry spits out knowing Draco around never meant anything good.
'He is pale,' Malfoy thinks keeping his cool his arms crossed that blank expression, "Nothing you could give me," he replies kicking his foot against the walls surface walking off as if nothing happened.
Glaring though doing nothing about it Harry watches the boy walk off, 'He must be up to something,' he thinks turning slowly walking off in the opposite direction walking towards the stairs leading to the fourth floor. The walk was quiet the echo of his footsteps dance through his mind painfully as the doors to the trophy room comes into view. Slowing down the footsteps impact lessened until he stopped completely, looking up at the doors not wanting to enter though having no choice.
'Do it you know you want too,' the same voice from earlier voiced for the first time in awhile. A glare going across his face the boy wanted to turn from the door and leave, simply because he was told to go by this persistent voice. 'Don't be like that,' he continues, 'you know you have no choice in this at all,' A point proven he was beat. Extending his hand grasps the old door knob turning it, hearing the inner workings of the door being put to work, as he then pushed against it to get it open.
Stepping into the room he stared into the darkness around him, a sudden laughter hits his ears a breeze passing him the large door slamming shut as if it were a leaf blowing in the wind. "Harry," the voice calls as if reaching out for him.
Flinching for some reason he only just now realized who the voice belonged too, patting himself down looking for his wand he had to keep a cool head. Taking a deep breath he finds the object he was searching for, pulling it out drawn at the level of his nose, "Lumos," he yells out his wand lighting up the darkness fleeing before him. His breathe heavy his blood running cold, 'he couldn't be here,' he thinks looking around anticipating a blow at any moment.
"Is there something you wish to tell me?" the sinister voice asks a shadow shifting on the wall.
"I don't have anything to say to you," Harry replies bitterly spitting out the voices name, "Voldemort," his wand remaining ready for an attack any moment.
"Very well then," he grins devilishly, "We shall see," as if he imaged it Harry saw the dark Lord sitting in a large chair, elbows resting on the arms his fingers pressed against each other that grin on his face as his eyes bored into the boy's soul. As it to verbally surrender though physically he wasn't moving an inch.
"Harry," Ron's familiar voice lets out the door hesitantly pushing open, "What are you doing in the dark," he asks seeing Harry's wand aimed at him, "What are you doing put that thing away!"
Snapping out of the daze he was in, "Sorry,"
"What's gotten into you?" Ron replies, "You've been acting strange lately," seeing no expression change, "stranger then usual Harry,"
"I don't know," he lowers his wand sighing, "I thought I saw someone," he says looking back into the darkness.
"Maybe you've been thinking to hard Harry," the boy replies.
"About what?"
"I don't know," he shrugs, "Everything that's happened possibly,"
Ruffling through his own hair, "Well lets get this over with and you get some sleep,"
"Sure," Harry mumbles looking at the darkness still in the room putting his wand away getting ready for his punishment.
