Harry felt the pain in his scar begin to crescendo. He looked around the room the three wand-less and defenceless people. As his headache grew he threw the wands onto the table where he had been eating. Then he shouted at all of them, "Get out!" He looked at the three of them who were all motionless. "I told you to get out and I meant it. Do it now!" He waved his wand around the room.

Bellatrix grabbed Ron by the back of his neck and snarled at him. "You heard the master, we're getting out of here and you're coming with me."

Cho had a pained look in her eye. "My Lord, let me soothe your pain with the cream we need to apply to help the wound heal."

Harry thought about the offer for a moment and decided he would have nothing to do with it. "I meant it when I said for everyone to get out." His voice was quiet, he had stopped shouting. Cho was visibly shaken with fear. Immediately she ran out of the room.

Harry found himself alone at the table and he slunk into his chair. He cupped his forehead in is hands as he experienced the pain increase in his scar once more.

He had a vision again. This time he saw a pile of gold and silver objects all around him. He was with Hermione and Ron. The objects were burning their skin. He had the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand and he had hooked a small silver cup over the end of it. The vision faded abruptly. The pain was starting to ease and then it came back again full force. This time it was accompanied by a different vision. He was flying on a broom in the room of requirement, he was with Draco Malfoy and they were being chased by fire. Then the mist surrounded him once more. As the mist began to clear he noticed he was back in his manor. Cho Chang had rubbed his scar. He felt a brief but sudden pain that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He heard her mumble something, was it a spell he wondered. And then he was walking away from her feeling confused and very, very tired. The white mist gathered around him again. He then started to feel faint. Harry willed himself to remain conscious and he felt the searing pain in his scar begin to subside.

"What the bloody hell was that," he said to himself. He did not realise he had spoken out loud until he heard a meek voice respond.

"What was what, your Lordship?" asked a quiet and trembling Hermione Granger. Harry opened his eyes to see the woman standing at the side of the table picking up plates from the meal that had just been interrupted.

"It was nothing," he said simply. Harry then looked up at Hermione and saw genuine concern on her face. He broke the silence. "I had a vision, a waking dream," he said softly. She did not respond but continued to look at him. "You were in the vision. You were there. But I do not remember it all properly." Harry sighed to release all of the pain and anguish and frustration from the events of the day. He felt lost and confused about what was going on around him. He looked back at this slave who was still standing at the table and staring at him. She did not seem to be afraid of him.

"My Lord," she spoke softly, "you are not well. Is there something I can do for you?"

"No, there is not," he said abruptly. His forehead started to throb again. He leaned forward and cupped his head.

"My Lord, please let me help you," pleaded Hermione. She bravely started to approach Harry, no longer being fearful of the repercussions of her actions. She was not sure herself why she would dare to do this when she knew he could be fierce and full of wrath without even a moments notice. But she knew there was something odd going on today.

When she was standing by his side, she tentatively reached out towards him. "My Lord, please let me examine the scar. Please allow me to remove the scarf from your head."

He was surprised to see that she was standing at his side. The pain was building and he was not sure what to make of it. Finally, he relented to her request. Carefully Hermione removed the black silk from his head. She gasped when she saw that his scar was actively bleeding. She also noted that there was some sort of ointment on his forehead.

"Get away from him!" screamed Cho as she returned to the room. Hermione dropped the black headpiece and stepped back. Cho summoned her wand form the middle of the table and aimed it at Hermione. Cho then approached Harry and saw the wound. She turned to Hermione and screamed at her. "How dare you do this? I'll make you suffer for hurting him! Can't you see that he is injured? He needs my ointment to help this heal. Get away and leave him alone or I will curse you into next week!" Cho sent a stinging hex at Hermione who let out a slight yelp as she backed her way out of the room.

Cho reached into a pocket in the side of her robe. She pulled out a tube of ointment. As she opened the tube Harry noted that the smell was quite horrid. Cho quickly began to rub the ointment into his forehead. Harry was hoping for some relief from his pain but he was suddenly experiencing a more intense searing and burning pain in his scar as he started to feel the mist surround him again.

He was walking through the halls of his manor. It was almost empty. There seemed to have been a large party. Charles, his house elf, was talking to him about remaining guests. Harry heard himself tell Charles that he would see to the final guests himself. He turned a corner and bumped into someone. At first Harry did not see who he bumped into. Then he recognised the long dark hair. It was Cho. Harry noted that she had dropped something. He went to pick it up for her and they bumped heads as they had both reached for the item at the same time. Cho reached out and wiped his forehead. "I hope I didn't hurt you, are you sure you'll be all right?" she asked.

"Of course I'll be all right," he replied with a smile. Then he saw Cho reach out again and rub his forehead another time. "I just really want to be sure that you are okay," she added.

Harry put his hand to his forehead as he noted there was something sticky there. Immediately Cho pulled his arm away. "Leave it alone," she chided, "you will be fine, just leave it be. It's only your scar that no one needs to see anymore."

Harry nodded feeling a little light headed. "Sure, I will be just fine, I'll leave it alone." He smiled at Cho as they both stood up. He wondered why he had bent over in the first place. Then he noticed there was a mist surrounding him.

The pain was still there and Harry realised that he felt someone rubbing his forehead. Instinctively he reached up and grabbed the wrist of whoever was touching him.

"My Lord, this is to help you," said Cho softly.

Harry did not release her arm. "No, it is only causing me more pain."

Cho protested, "But my Lord, this ointment will take away the pain."

Harry looked her in the eye, searching for some sort of indication for what might be going on. She was imploring him with her eyes.

After a minute he squeezed her wrist tighter, and added sternly, "I said 'No', which part of that do you not seem to understand?" He did not wait for a reply and then he pushed her away.

He got up from the table and decided to head back to his room.