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Chapter Eleven

Harry stood on the shores of the Black lake and watched as students were taken across the lake to the platforms that had been built on the center. February nineteenth was the day of the second task of the Triwizard Tournament and Harry was a bit agitated. He had procrastinated and had only realized what the task was a few days prior. He was a bit worried as well, his chances of survival, and completion, rested on Neville's shoulders. "Told you I'd get it" Neville whispered as he walked up behind Harry causing him to jump a little bit. He held out his hand and Harry looked at it. A slimy green plant was bundled up in his hand. "Gillyweed," Harry said, "how long will it last for?"

"Well there's a bit of debate on that at the moment. In freshwater it lasts for a good forty-five to fifty minutes. Saltwater allows the effects to last for a full hour."

"And it'll work with me being a…"

"Werewolf? Absolutely no idea. Everyone that's tested it so far was only human, so no dilly dallying."

"Dilly-dallying? You've been spending too much time with Hannah."

"You make it sound as though that's a bad thing. Speaking of Hannah, have you seen her? She said she'd be here."

"Look for the mass of Hufflepuff's around Cedric. She's probably there."

Turning around and heading for the pier where boats were docked Harry saw something on the faces of the other Hogwarts students, as well as the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students, that made him pause. It was more than fear that he had gotten used to. But rather it looked to be absolute terror. One of the student was even holding his wand tightly and Harry thought for a moment he was be fired upon. "What happened," Harry asked Neville. "Before they all ran from me. Now they look as though they're going to get their torches and pitchforks and demand my head."

"Torches and pitchforks?"

"Muggle reference. What happened?"

Neville sighed for a moment before saying "Ron's gone missing. He's wand was found outside of moaning Myrtle's bathroom with blood on it."

"And everyone thinks that I had something to do with it."

"Did you?"

"No I didn't"

Neville quieted after this and Harry said "you don't believe me do you?"

"The evidence against you is rather convincing. We should get to the platforms."

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Dumbledore roared to the crowd using magic to amplify his voice, "welcome to the second Triwizard task. Last night something was taken from each of the champions. Something that they will sorely miss. That something has been placed at the bottom of the lake and guarded by a myriad of obstacles. Champions, you have one hour to retrieve what was taken. Line up."

Harry moved so that he was at the very end of the line of four champions. Fleur was at the opposite end with Krum to her right and Cedric separated him and the two foreign champions. Each of them was wearing a swimsuit and the three others both had a look of worry and excitement on their faces. Just before the cannon was fired a rough hand grabbed his shoulder and a ragged voice in his ear said "put that in your mouth." Immediately identifying the voice as Moody has shoved the gillyweed into his mouth just in time to be pushed off the platform as the cannon was fired.

Someone pushed him off the dock at exactly the same moment that he swallowed the gillyweed. As the coldness of the water enveloped him he felt a wiggling sensation in his stomach, similar to that of the polyjuice potion. The wiggling sensation spread outwards from his stomach and went through his legs and up to his arms and neck. Looking down he saw that his toes and fingers had elongated somewhat, his toes more than his fingers and that a somewhat translucent membrane connected each digit together. Bringing his fingers up to his neck he could feel the ridges made from the new gills that had been formed. He suddenly remembered that there was no exact time limit on how long he would remain like this and mentally kicked himself for acting like a child. Turning so that his back was to the platforms he swam as fast as he could to find his stolen item.

He had no idea how long he had been searching for. He had only encountered Fleur swimming along in a patch of seaweed to try and find what was taken from her. He hadn't seen either Cedric or Krum since the platform and he silently worried that they would reach their items first. Swimming over a small hill the sight that greeted his eyes was magnificent. The entire bed of the lake as far as he could see was a village. Merpeople swam about doing their daily routines, he guessed they were doing that anyways. As he swam above the city looking around mystified he saw something about a hundred feet into the city. Three figures looked to be floating in the water, tied down so that they would not float away, a rope was floating about in the water signifying that someone had beaten him. Swimming closer he could see that they were people. There was a little girl that looked vaguely like Fleur was there as well with Cho Chang floating next to her. But the person that caught his eye was the final one...Hannah.

Just as he reached forwards to touch her a stiff sensation ran through his neck. Reaching a hand up to it he could feel the gills that the gillyweed had made growth disappear and reappear, the sign that the aquatic plants effects were fading. Pulling out his wand he aimed it at the rope holding Hannah down. Firing off a severing charm the rope was cut and Hannah started to float towards the surface slowly before Harry grabbed onto her arm and swam upwards with her.

The moment the two broke the surface of the water just as the gills closed permanently. Hannah regained consciousness before splashing around helplessly in confusion. Harry held above the water as she regained her bearings and pointed her in the direction of the platforms where a nervous looking Neville was. Following the soaking and freezing Hannah up the ladder to the platform. His skin was burning which he understood was his werewolf abilities attempting to keep his body from freezing. Looking around the platform he saw that Krum was already there with his hostage, the girl that he had gone to the Yule Ball with.

Both Hannah and Harry were rushed over the Madam Pomfrey to be looked over. Hannah went first and despite a bit of hypothermia was given a clean bill of health. Neville led her away while Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry. Just as she waved her wand in front of Harry's eyes she stopped as she shuddered. She paled as he looked at the watch on her arm which Harry could tell was vibrating quickly. She disappeared in a hurried pop without a word. 'What was that about' Harry thought as he grabbed some extra towels and went to dry off and warm up.

It was an hour later, after Diggory and Delacour gathered their hostages and the points were awarded, with Krum just a few points behind Harry now because he had injured his hostage in the rescue attempt that Harry learned what Madam Pomfrey had disappeared for. He had been walking back to the Room when he went passed the doors to the hospital wing. They were closed, something that only ever happened at night, or to keep students out of the way. Raising his wand towards the metal doors a fuzzy sensation ran up his fingers into his arm. 'A ward' Harry thought. Focusing he could make out two voices in the wing. "We can't keep her here anymore, Albus. She needs professional help" said Madam Pomfrey.

"You are a professional, Poppy. You can treat her here."

"Albus, she had a heart attack. She is in perfect health for a fifteen year old girl and she had a heart attack. Whatever is locking her in this enchanted sleep is detrimental to her health."

"NO, Poppy. That is my final decision. Ms. Granger will remain here until we find a way to help her."

Harry could hear footsteps come closer to the door and ran towards the Room. Once there he collapsed at the news of what he had just heard. 'A heart attack. How can she have a heart attack? Whatever Dahlia is doing to her is killing her' he thought to himself as he composed himself. Wiping the tears from his face he thought of something that might work. Walking over to his trunk he opened the top section of it and removed the Stone. Turning it three times in his palm he concentrated as hard as he can on who he wanted to meet. "Harry" he heard from behind him and turning around he saw that his mother was in the room. "Mum," he said smiling a bit. "I'm sorry but I was just expecting someone else."

"It's okay. I'll take any chance I can to see you again. What's bothering you?"

"It's Hermione."

"Your friend? The one who was possessed?"

"Yes. Whatever Dahlia is doing to her is…" But he was interrupted by a voice.

"Do not speak her name."

Harry turned around and saw that another woman was standing in the Room. She had the faint glisten of a spirit from the Stone and she was dressed in old fashioned clothes. What one would expect to see someone from centuries ago wearing. Her hair was bright brown and though he was sure it was the Stone's effects, her pale skin appeared to be glowing. But it was her eyes that attracted him the most. They held a tone of kindness behind them though they were also stone cold. But it was the color that fascinated him the most. They were sparkling blue though there were subtle differences he recognized them immediately. They were his father's.

"Esther" he asked unsure.

"Yes. Hello grandson. We have much to discuss."

"Hello, anybody out there," a hoarse voice echoed in the Hogwart's dungeon. Ron Weasley was having one hell of a bad year. Ever since he had discovered the fact that Harry had been one of those…things, it had all gone downhill. With his father and Percy being fired from the Ministry for harboring a dark creature they had been stingy. Then the freak decided to try and buy there forgiveness with a sack of galleons. Things had gone downhill quickly and he finally thought that Dumbledore was going to step in and put a stop to this. Right up until the moment that Dumbledore slashed his throat open.

He was woken up in this cell with nothing but a bottle of blood to satiate his thirst. Every day a bottle of blood would appear and it didn't take long to figure out what he was. He was a vampire. Something that he had cried himself to sleep over the first couple of nights that he was there. He had gotten over it and started to enjoy the feeling of being unbound by the laws of nature. The cell was far too small for him to try his speed out, he had cracked his head open the first time he did so. The walls were far too thick and magically reinforced to be able to punch his way out and the door burned whenever he tried to touch it. A pop indicated a new bottle of blood and he was unable to resist the urge to rip the cap off and down it in a single gulp. When he did so he heard shuffling of feet outside the door. It was not unusual. His senses had increased incredibly and he would often hear things that he thought was outside the door but were actually several floors away. This was different though. Primarily because of the tap that resounded through the metal door into the small cell. And the door opened.

"What do you mean you will do nothing?"

"I mean exactly that. Dahlia is a powerful witch, a thousand years old. In my current accommodations I cannot fight her."

"I am not asking you to fight her. I am asking for your help in this situation. She is here because of you. Do something."

"NO," Esther roared and for a minute fear crept into Harry's bones before he overcame it. Despite being dead she was genuinely frightening. "You wish to know how to defeat Dahlia? Kill the girl. The backlash of dying in a vessel with hamper her magically for a while but she will eventually recuperate and be able to fight in her true body."

With that she disappeared back into the Other Side without another word. A pale hand appeared on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Harry. She should have been able to help" Lily said.

"She should have. Why? Why wouldn't she help?"

There was a deafening pause as the question hung in the air. Harry sat down and ran his hand through his hair as the full force of the situation hit him. For the first time he remembered in years, he cried. Lily watched on in pain as her son wept at the realization that his friend was doomed to die and she couldn't hold him while he did so.

Lily sighed as an idea came to mind. But it was not something that she was happy with. But as she stood behind her crying son she decided if it helped him then she would tell him. "Harry," she said quietly, "there is one more thing that you can try."

Harry turned to look at her and said "what?"

"Though Esther won't do anything there is someone who might. Someone who has spent more time around her than either of us."

Harry just stared at her with a blank expression until he said one name. "Klaus."

Albus Dumbledore looked across his deck to the chained and magically restricted Ron Weasley. He would have prefered not to have to kill one of Arthur and Molly's children, they had been some of his greatest supporters over the years and it had been Ron's words that had forced Harry into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin but nonetheless it was a necessary requirement.

All the windows but one were closed in his office. The window allowed a beam of sunlight to enter at just the right angle to both illuminate the office and make a burning wall between the newborn vampire and the grand warlock.

"Do you know why you are here, Mr. Weasley?"

"Well you killing me again is something that has crossed my mind."

"Do you fear me killing you again?"

"No."

Though it was a one word answer it gave Dumbledore what he needed to know. A quick legilimency probe allowed him to confirm that Ronald had indeed shut his emotions off. Pulling out of Ronald's mind he picked up from where he left off. Dumbledore opened a small wooden box on his desk and turned it around to show Ronald what was was a small ring, made of silver with a small blue jewel embedded in it. "This is a lapis lazuli, and though I prefer rubies myself, lazuli are powerful gems. This of for instance is a daylight ring and it does exactly what it sounds like. Wearing this will make it impossible for the sun to hurt you."

"I'm presuming that there is a catch to this though."

"Not so much a catch, as a favor. If I give you this ring I want you to do something for me."

"Like what?"

"I want you to kill Harry Potter."

Just enough of the winter chill hung in the London air to make the air refreshing. Harry had dropped the glamour that made him look like James Potter for the meeting. It was a not-so-subtle attempt to make him more son-like to Klaus. The street that he was standing on was very busy, people bustling about like worker bees on a mission.

He was leaning against a lamp post waiting for Klaus to arrive. The standard British weather hung overhead and a few drops fell every once and awhile. Just as the skies opened up he heard a horn blair. Turning to the road he saw a black SUV pull up to the sidewalk and the door open to reveal Klaus. The same roguish look was one his face with the fuzz, not enough to be considered a five o'clock shadow. He wore a casual outfit with a pair of black jeans, a dark red shirt, and a sport's jacket which was also black. "Get in," he said. Jumping over the railing he hurried into the car. It was large inside, the seats covered in fine black leather giving it an elegant touch. There were two other people in the car, the driver and someone else, both of whom didn't blink an eye as he got inside.

"How have you been?"

"Honestly," Harry began, "not great. I'm only here because I think you can help me."

"You are my son. I'll do what I can."

"What do you know about possession?"

"Possession. A very dangerous, and powerful, magic. Why do you want to know?"

"You've lived for over a thousand years. Have you ever met a witch named Dahlia?"

"Dahlia? Dahlia? If I have met a witch with that name I don't remember. While your memories are enhanced they are not limitless."

"A witch named Dahlia is possessing my friend Hermione. She said that she knew Esther. Now Hermione is within an inch of death. Is there anything that can be done?"

Klaus was silent for a moment before he spoke "something you need to understand about possession is that it is dangerous to deal with. For example if you're original body dies then you are bound to the body you are inhabiting until you flee to another one. Fleeing a body is simple so long as you have body ready to inhabit."

"But why is Hermione in such danger. She had a heart attack the other day."

"A heart attack?"

Klaus was silent for longer this time but then said "leaving a body is probably the most dangerous part of possession. The concentration necessary is incredible. There is a simple way to hinder a spirit leaving a body."

"Which is?"

"Pain. Physical, psychological. Pain. Though it is only a guess it is possible that Hermione may have gotten just enough control back to break Dahlia's concentration. This heart attack may be Dahlia's magic trying to kill Hermione in order to piece her mind back together. If you can find a way to separate Dahlia's mind from Hermione's body you may be able to save her."

It was then that Harry realized where the car was going. Though he had only seen it in the news he recognized Heathrow airport. "Are you going somewhere" he asked Klaus.

"Yes. Over my thousand year life I have made many enemies. Some of them have died, either at my hand, someone else's, or sometimes they just wither away into time. However there have always been at least two that are the most annoying. One of them has recently caught up with me and I need to disappear for a while to lose his trail."

He put his hand inside his coat and removed a phone from it. It was sleek and impressive looking. "This is yours," he said, "do with it as you please. There is already a number programmed into it. Call it and you'll reach me."

As they pulled up to the drop off area Klaus turned to Harry and said "remember what I said. Dahlia's mind in Hermione's body is unnatural. Finding a way to separate them is the key. The driver has been compelled to take you anywhere you want to go. Oh, and Harry."

"Yeah?"

"I hope we met again soon, son."

The man in the front seat who wasn't driving got out and removed Klaus' bags from the trunk. "Where to sir" the driver asked. Harry gave him the address for Grimmauld Place and sat silently in the back of the SUV as it tore its way through the London traffic. Stepping out of the SUV he slammed the door shut behind him and watched as it sped off down the street. "He's right you know," someone behind him said, "it is possible for pain to hinder a spirit leaving a body."

Turning around Harry saw a young woman standing behind him. Her skin was dark as were her eyes and her hair. She stood a few inches shorter than him but it was her dress that stood out the most. It was really old looking, like something from a Greek painting. "Nice dress" Harry said with a smirk. "Thank you. During my time it was actually all the rage" the woman said.

"You're time. Are you a vampire?"

"Not exactly."

She stepped forwards and raised her hand to touch his chest but instead it went through it.

"You're a ghost" Harry said.

"A spirit from the stone is more like it" she said smiling.

"But I didn't summon you. How are you here?"

"I'm the stone's creator. I know every nook and cranny of it. I can enter limbo and make myself visible to the stone's holder whenever I wish."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Qetsiyah, but you can call me Tessa."

Harry returned to the castle late that night, sneaking into the Room near midnight. Tessa had told him that she could help him with his Voldemort issue and confirmed what Klaus said about pain and possession. As he entered the Room a scent suddenly assaulted his nose. It was the smell of chocolate, grass, and a mix of something burning. However what made it more intense was that there was an undertone to it. It was not outright disgusting but it messed with the normal scent.

But it caused his inner wolf to growl and his eyes to turn gold as though searching for a foe. He walked slowly into the room but just as he did so liquid was poured down on top of him. But it wasn't any liquid. His skin started to burn and blister just by touching it. Through his watery and burning eyes Harry could make out a head of red hair and an evil smirk.

Another splash of burning liquid woke him up from his injury induced faint. The first thing he saw though was Ron Weasley's face. "What did you do to me" Harry growled out trying to lunge forwards. But he was stopped by ropes tied to the ceiling and his wrists. "I find it incredibly fascinating how the mighty Harry Potter can simply be downed with a splash of wolfsbane water" Ron said as he picked up another bucket and threw it on him. Harry grit his teeth as pain swelled within him.

"Why are you doing this" Harry managed to get out.

"Why? You seriously have to ask why? You ruined my family's life, that's why."

As he was yelling this Harry noticed something going on with Ron's eyes. Every once and awhile the whites would be replaced by red and veins would surround them. "What are you" Harry asked.

"I'm a vampire. I'm also the one going down in history as the one who killed the Boy-Who-Lived."