Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, the book or it's characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I own Kabira Northshore, Anastasia The character, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Northshore. Updates on further OC'S will be noted in later chapters.

Chapter Ten – Pensive Problems?

Looking around, Harry noticed that in front of him vividly was a group of hooded figures. That's when it hit him. This was the same graveyard that Cedric and himself were ridden to in their fourth year, during the Triwizard Tournament.

Getting up steadily, Harry cautiously squatted behind a tombstone that overlooked the people in the circle.

Forgetting that they couldn't see him, Harry hid his face carefully behind the stone and watched as a small figure entered the circle.

The young figure stood near the middle of the ring as the people that crowded him or her started chanting in a different language.

Harry felt like he knew what they were saying, when he realized that they were speaking in what sounded like Parsaltounge. Attempting to translate, Harry hurriedly tried to listen to what they were chanting.

But before he could even begin to comprehend what they were saying, a blast of cold air and smoke erupted from the middle of the circle.

Taken aback, Harry fell down from his squatting position and looked carefully and shocked at the young face of Lord Voldemort.

Reaching for his wand subconsciously, Harry noticed that he couldn't grab it. He put his hand in sight and his eyes went wide as he noticed that his hands seemed blurred and translucent; as did the rest of his body.

Standing up, Harry watched as the older figure grabbed the left arm of the younger person in front of himself.

As Voldemort took the hood off the person, Harry squinted at the face of a young girl.

Quickly Harry knew who that person was; but as soon as he tried to comprehend what he just saw, Harry felt the odd sensation of being picked up from the position he was in.

Harry was being lifted off the ground and on the verge of being sucked back out of the pensive. But just as he was being tossed back out, Harry watched Voldemort take his wand out and the young person scream in pain.

Falling out of the cauldron, Harry fell onto his lower back.

"What were you doing in there?" A soft voice asked from the doorway.

Harry quickly got up to see that everyone in the house were in their housecoats with their wands out. Dumbledore seemed to have flooed here because he was still wearing his nightcap, and Harry knew that Dumbeldore didn't stay at the Weasely's for long.

Holding Kabira lightly by the arm, Remus gave Harry a frightened look.

"What were you doing in there?" Kabira asked again, this time more menacingly.

Harry gave a shocked look as he noticed Kabira's eyes turn red, and then, something inside of him just snapped.

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Kabira ran down the stairs with Albus, Professor McGonagall, and everyone in the house in tow.

Kabira momentarily stopped by the first landing where the mirror was located.

"He was there." Kabira muttered, touching her face again.

"Where's the pensive?" Albus asked urgently as they continued to race down the stairway.

"In he-". Kabira said in a loud voice, cutting off as she noticed Harry being pulled out of the pensive.

He fell onto his back facing away from everyone at the door.

"What were you doing in there?" Kabira asked, Remus coming up from behind her and grabbing her right shoulder.

Harry scuttled to his feet, and looked around the room with a slight daze.

A sudden feeling of frustration and agitation overwhelmed Kabira's body as she asked Harry again:

"What were you doing in there?"

Kabira could feel her eyes turning red again. Giving her head a quick shake, she noticed Harry give her a glare.

"You're a Death Eater aren't you?" Harry asked, nodding over to the pensive.

"You are. I saw it! I saw it all! What have you been doing? Lying this entire time? Just thinking that if you kept it quiet no one would figure out that you couldn't be trusted?" Harry hissed, grinding his teeth together.

Kabira stood there in shock, for a moment not feeling any emotion.

But before she could retaliate and overpowering feeling of being out of control swept over her entire body. Her limps felt rigid as her right arm lifted up and her eyes turned putrid red. Kabira tried to control herself but the sensation was intensifying at rapid pace.

Before she knew it, curses were being spat into her brain and transfused into visible curses as they were shot out of her hand.

One by one the curses started to fly around the room and Kabira watched as Harry ducked every curse.

Kabira could feel everyone around her watching and trying to lift the spell she was under, but it was if she was out of her body and mind.

Kabira felt someone grab her around the waist and pull her arms downwards. Concentrating as hard as she could, Kabira fell to the ground along with the person who was holding her back.

"Kabira, Kabira listen to me. Concentrate on getting Voldemort out of your brain." The soft voice of Remus whispered into her ear.

The overpowering sense of Voldemort started to become warped and distorted in Kabira's brain, the pain starting to overwhelm Kabira's mind as if her brain itself where being twisted like candy. Kabira let out a ear-piercing scream as she expelled Voldemort venomously from her mind and body.

After a moment of silence, Kabira's heavy breathing started to become controlled. Kabira looked up at a shocked and quite frightened Albus. With her hair sticking to her face, Kabira opened her dry mouth and quietly asked:

"What's happening to me?"

AU - So what IS happening to Kabira? Well that's for me to know and you to find out! Read on and review if you like the story!