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Chapter 4 A Frustrating First Day
"Iris Potter. We meet again," the hissing voice of Voldemort comes from the trees.
I'm stranded in the woods. Harry, Ron, and Hermione just left me and ran off. Actually, I'm just there like a ghost. They couldn't see me.
"Not really. This is just a dream," I tell him bravely. "This is just my imagination."
"Oh is it now? Sometimes, dreams are more real than they seem," the trees hiss.
I don't understand. How is Voldemort getting in my dreams? This is bloody insane.
"I don't believe that. That's silly nonsense," I tell him laughing and hiding my nervousness.
"We'll meet again Ms. Potter," he says.
"Iris, time to get up!" Ginny tells me.
I wake up soaked with sweat. Why am I sweating? I shouldn't be that frightened. It was just a dream. There is no way he can get in my dreams. We don't have a connection.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asks worriedly.
"Yes, I feel spectacular," I answer not knowing if I am okay.
"Okay," she says not sounding so sure. I don't think she agrees with me.
I get changed and ready for the day. Then, Ginny and I meet Seamus and Neville in the common room and head to breakfast.
"What do you mean I have double Dark Arts today?" I ask heatedly as we get our schedules in the middle of breakfast.
"It's okay. I do too. We have it with Slytherin too," Ginny tells me.
"Thanks for mentioning that part," I say sarcastically and push my plate away. "I'm not hungry anymore. Muggle Studies after that?"
"I don't have that until the third class of the day," Ginny says mournfully. She gives me a sympathetic look.
"They're torturing me. It's all because of who I am too," I complain lying my head on the table. "This is shit."
We sit in silence the rest of breakfast. It's so disturbing. As everyone gets up, my heart starts beating fast as I get up.
"Ready to go?" Ginny asks me as she stands up.
"I guess," I answer standing up.
We get to classroom and sit next to each other. I look up at the board which reads:
SIT IN SILENCE UNTIL CLASS BEGINS.
We just sit there in silence until class starts.
"Good morning class," Carrow greets us coming in from his office.
"Good morning, Professor Carrow," we all say in unison.
"Very good. That's how we will greet each other before every class or else there will be punishment. Now that we have that cleared, let's get on with the lesson."
So far, I hate this guy even more than I did last night. He's a foul git who needs to die. He starts writing on the board: UNFORGIVABLE CURSES.
A huge lump forms in my throat. Are you joking with me? He's on my bad side for sure!
"Alright, can anyone tell me about these powerful spells? Ah yes, Ms. Turner," he says pointing to Amelia Turner, a sweet Gryffindor girl with brunette hair. Luckily she's pure blood.
"They're unforgivable because they can severely hurt or kill the victim. The one who does the curse gets sent to Azkaban immediately," she answers.
"Very good. In that case, you don't want to get caught doing them. Who can name one? Ah, Mr. Flint," he calls out Ares Flint, an arrogant Slytherin boy with black hair.
"The Imperious Curse," he answers confidently.
"Very good!" he cheers exuberantly. What a jerk.
He goes to his desk, grabs a cockroach, and enlarges it. I hate bugs, especially cockroaches and all the creepy ones. He points his wand at the thing.
"Imperio!" he says casting the spell.
He starts controlling it. He sends it everywhere. Carrow even had it bite Alex Fletcher, a Muggleborn, on the arm. Do cockroaches even bite? This is ridiculous! He finally brings it back in his hand.
"How about another one?" he asks still excited about the whole thing. "Mr. Lane, is that correct?"
"Yes, sir. The Cruciatus Curse," answers Eric Lane, a Gryffindor boy with black hair, answers.
"Ah, your mum must get many of those cases at St. Mungo's doesn't she?" he asks him placing the roach in front of him.
"Yes, sir," he says looking like he wants to stand up for those people but backs down.
"Crucio!" Carrow shouts pointing his wand at the bug.
It goes crazy. The cockroach just wiggles uncontrollably and violently. I can't imagine what it feels like to be the victim of this horrible curse.
Carrow finally stops torturing it. The cockroach seems a little weak as it walks back into Carrow's hand. I can see why too. He comes to my desk and lays the roach in front of me.
"Can you tell me the last curse, Ms. Potter?" he asks slyly.
"Th-the K-killing Curse," I stammer nervously unable to get the words out.
"Very good. Avada Kedavra!" he yells and kills the roach.
I shudder at the thought. A vision from past dreams come to me. A woman in front of a crib falls down dead at the hands of a hooded figure. This woman looks like an older version of me. I believe she was my mum, Lily Potter.
"Only one has survived this curse. I'm surprised his sister answered also," he says smirking down at me.
I glare at him. At times like this, I wish looks could kill because he would have fallen down dead at my stare.
"Detention Ms. Potter!" he yells so the whole class can hear.
The Slytherins laugh at me. Carrow lets them. He doesn't even care, which isn't a surprise.
"Poor Iris Potter. What are you going to do when you see your brother dead?" a Slytherin boy taunts me.
Ginny puts her arm around me as the tears start coming.
"Aww, the poor baby," a Slytherin girl says making fun of me in a baby voice.
"Weasley won't have a boyfriend either!" Ares Flint taunts Ginny.
"Does anyone want to see what people look like when they're victims of the Unforgivable Curses?" Carrow asks.
"Yeah!" all the Slytherins cheer.
"Crucio!" Carrow shouts at me.
I start wiggling like the cockroach. That's all I do. It kind of hurts. I can't concentrate on anything else. I feel like this is taking a long time. I finally stop, but I'm on the floor and feel weak. A shadow comes upon me.
"Detention's from three to five," he hisses in my ear and laughs evilly.
I slowly get up and run out of the classroom. Professor McGonagall will know what to do. I run for her office as fast as I can. I get there and burst through the door.
"Ms. Potter, what's the meaning of this?" she asks a little concerned.
"N-need h-help," I say hoarsely and weak. I feel so weak and dizzy. Running wasn't a good idea. I collapse on the floor and start crying.
"Ms. Potter!" McGonagall yells and rushes to my side. "Calm down and please tell me what this is about."
I rub the tears from my eyes and take a deep breath.
"I was in D-dark A-arts a-and C-carrow taught about the U-unforgivable C-curses a-and h-he asked m-me about the l-last one which was the K-killing C-curse. He smirked at m-me and I g-got a detention for glaring at him. Then the S-slytherins started to t-taunt m-me. Then, C-carrow p-put the C-cruciatus Curse o-on m-me for a d-demonstration. I g-got m-mad a-and r-ran out," I stutter weakly and start coughing like crazy until everything goes black.
I wake up to find myself in the hospital wing. Looking around, I realize that I'm the only one in a bed. All the others are vacant.
"Thank goodness you're awake, Ms. Potter. You've been out for five hours," Madame Pomfrey informs me.
"It felt longer," I tell her softly looking at my hands.
"What's troubling you, my dear?" she asks me sitting at the end of my bed.
"I just really miss Harry. I should just go home with Remus and Tonks. I'm probably more safe there than here," I say quietly crossing my arms across my chest.
"Your brother wouldn't want that now, would he?" she asks me.
"No. He wouldn't. I want to make him happy, but I'm miserable. I guess I'm just going to have to be strong for him."
"That's a girl. Are you feeling okay?" she asks me standing up.
"Yeah, but I feel a bit weak," I answer softly.
"I thought so. Take this. It will restore your energy," she says pouring some kind of liquid into a cup and handing it to me.
I drink it and give the cup back to her. That stuff is bloody disgusting. Hopefully it works.
"Just sit back and relax. You should be back to normal sometime tomorrow," she tells me and leaves me alone.
"Iris!" Ginny exclaims running through the doors.
"Walk please, Ms. Weasley," Madame Pomfrey commands her.
"Sorry," she says standing in front of my bed.
"What's up Ginny?" I ask a little weakly.
"First of all, you have to serve detention after school tomorrow."
"What if I don't want to?" I spit angrily.
"I don't know. What would Harry do?"
"He'd talk back, but still go," I answer. "I guess I'm going."
We just sit there in silence. Harry just can't get out of our minds. He's in more danger than I am. Why am I worrying about my safety? This is nothing compared to the danger Harry's in. Ron and Hermione are even in more danger than Ginny and I are in. Ginny's in less danger than I am though. I'm kind of jealous, but I'd rather it be me than her.
"Where's Neville and Seamus?" I ask to break the unbearable silence.
"Hanging out with their seventh year friends. Hey, we were thinking we should start Dumbledore's Army back up on Saturday," she tells me. "Are you in?"
"Hell yeah," I say smiling.
"Glad you're in. We're getting the original group back together. Well, at least the ones who are still here at Hogwarts."
"That's a brilliant idea."
"Tell Neville that. He doesn't want to deal with the Carrows."
"I will. Honestly, that doesn't surprise me that it was his idea to reunite the DA," I tell her.
"You look worn out," she tells me.
"I am."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay," I say and drift off to sleep. The first day of school was very frustrating. This must mean I'm in for a rough year. Harry, please come back soon! I beg you!
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