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Warnings- There is a lot of swearing in this chapter.

Chapter 10 – Addictive

A couple of days passed uneventfully but things had yet to die down, not that Ana thought they would. Students and staff alike were still speculating on whether she had tricked the Goblet and on the fact that Slytherin had yet to turn up to dine in the Great Hall since Halloween. Ana had managed to avoid most of the Slytherins, especially Bellatrix who was rumored to have gotten over her shock and was out for Ana's blood since she had stolen her man. She still hadn't had a proper conversation with Slytherin about what was going to happen now that it was announced they were soul mates. He was still shunning her presence and everyone could tell that he was unhappy with the match.

Reporters had aslo flooded into Hogwarts from numerous publications and had been sniffing around the castle constantly to try and get more information on her and why Slytherin had all but disappeared from the public eye. Right now the reporters were Ana's biggest problem, for they had the unpleasant habit of taking pictures of her when she least expected it. She couldn't have her picture in the newspapers in case he saw them, but she also couldn't take the blurring potion she invented to blur her features, as it was known that Lady Thalia Hart used that method. It would heap unnecessary suspicion upon her and draw him closer, defeating the whole purpose for using that method. As a result she was forced to rely on her wild curly black hair to hide her face and her magic to sense the hidden photographers; a feat in itself considering there were hundreds of other people milling about the castle as well.

What was worst was that she was sure one or more reporters were following her movements, meaning she couldn't visit her secret chamber deep in the heart of the dungeons to keep her magical levels low and skills sharp. Ana was pretty sure that if she disappeared for hours at a time that the reporters would spin some ridiculous story that would attract even more attention to her.

Because of all of this, she was itchy, frustrated, angry and magical bloated when she accidently knocked into Weasley and his sidekicks later that morning.

"Watch where you're going, Slytherin scum" Weasley exploded unexpectedly, obviously looking for a fight. As he whipped around to face her, she noticed that his face had turned the same colour as his hair and that his hands were clenched by his side.

"Sorry" Ana mumbled, her eyes flittering from side to side as she watched as a crowd gathered around them. Trying to get past him, she was almost thrown onto the floor when Weasley shoved her back.

"Ron" Granger gasped; hands to chest, as she watched Ana stumbled erratically.

"Quiet Hermione" Weasley spat viciously, not even bothering to glance in her direction. "You think just because you're fucking Slytherin that you own the school. You think you're better than all of us" he shouted.

Ana flushed heavily at what he said and turned to leave the Great Hall but was blocked by other Gryffindors. Panicking slightly when she felt her magic start to stir suggestively at being surrounded by all sides, she fingered her wand discretely.

"Look Weasley, I don't want any trouble. I'm as happy with this match as you are" she said seriously, trying to diffuse the situation so her magic wouldn't lash out.

"Merlin, you disgust me!" Weasley continued, breathing harshly and getting louder and louder as he ignored the quiet pleadings of Granger. "You were meant to be one of us. You're muggleborn! Instead you're too busy sucking Slytherin's balls. We could have been great"

"Is this what this is about? You have some weird obsessive crush on me" Ana laughed cruelly at him, breaking character for a minute, "I wouldn't touch you with a twelve foot wand, let alone anything less."

With an almost manic look in his eyes, Weasley grabbed his wand clumsily and aimed it at her. Not even having time to utter a syllable, his wand was suddenly summoned from his grip.

"Detention for the next two weeks and a hundred and fifty points from Gryffindor" Slytherin announced furiously as he made his way through the crowd. Moans and complaints rippled throughout the Gryffindors in the crowd as they watched their house points disappear. Slytherin was quickly followed by most of the Hogwarts staff and a few wandering reporters, who ignored the student's grumbles and focused their attention on what was taking place in front of them.

"Getting Slytherin to save you now" Weasley sneered at her, fire in his blue eyes. "I guess you really must be a good little whore." Gasps erupted from the crowd as they waited for the Head of Slytherin's response. Most of the crowd's eyes darted from her to Slytherin's, further putting Ana on edge.

"Detention for another two weeks, Mr. Weasley" McGonagall said through clenched teeth. "I've never witnessed such disgusting behavior and for it to come from one of my lions…" McGonagall trailed off as she started to drag Weasley from the Great Hall.

As the crowd was parting, Weasley turned round with a satisfying smirk and shouted, "You shouldn't be taking me away, you should be dragging her away! She's the one who's a danger to all of us." Hearing this Ana felt her blood turn to ice. How did Weasley of all people figure me out? She thought in fear as she slowly turned to face him.

"What do you mean?" Skeeter jumped in suddenly; quill and parchment hovering near her blonde curls.

"I know what you are" Weasley said, ignoring Skeeter and directing his comment at Ana.

"And what is that?" she said with a light laugh; her heart thumping hard against her breasts.

"A drug addict!" the red headed boy yelled with pleasure. There was a shocked silence, before Ana burst out laughing at his accusation. Seeing this most people began to move away, obviously disappointed that there was no new gossip. "It's true" Weasley insisted desperately, yanking his hand from McGonagall's grip. "I have proof!" This stopped people in their tracks and sobered Ana up quickly as she looked at him incredulously.

"That is a very serious accusation, Mr. Weasley" Dumbledore said gravely, finally deciding to get involved. "Are you sure you want to pursue this?"

"Professor, she has this silver flask that she always drinks out of. She always looks ill and in pain before drinking it and better after. She's had it for months and hides it away when people are near" the redhead said quickly in excitement. The only one who looked possibly more excited than him was Rita Skeeter, who had a positively gleeful expression on her face. Ana felt her face drain of colour as she kept her expression impassive. Fuck she thought in her mind.

"Miss Harrow, do you have this flask?" Dumbledore asked her slowly as he watched her. Seeing her hesitation, he added "There is no use in lying, we will find out."

"Yes Professor I do" she said shakily, trying to ignore the shocked and disapproving sounds moving throughout the crowd, "but it's just my headache potion, I suffer from really painful migraines."

"I'm afraid you'll have to give over the flask, Miss Harrow" Dumbledore explained with a frown. An expression that was reflected in most of the Hogwarts staff's faces. Reluctantly removing it from her robes, she gingerly placed it in his old and wrinkled hand. Carved intricately on the small silver flask outlined in golden thread was a blind Sphinx clutching a white rose. He handed the flask to Professor Slughorn who sniffed the potion and took a light sip.

"Well" Slughorn announced to the eager people, seemly enjoying so many eyes focused on him. "It does taste and smell like a headache potion, but there is something else which I can't quite put my finger on. I'll have to take it away for testing."

"Why?" Ana cried out as eyes swiveled to her, "It's just a headache potion, it probably tastes different because it was brewed in Belgium."

"Nevertheless Miss Harrow, you shouldn't be taking potions for such long periods of time" Dumbledore explained firmly, "You'll be getting a full physical from Madam Pomfrey to ensure it hasn't done any lasting damage."

"But I swear it's not a drug, it's not addictive" Ana protested as she was shuffled out of the Great Hall. Passing Weasley on the way, she barely resisted the urge to punch his smug face in. He is so going to regret this she thought irately, eyes flashing brightly.

"This is not needed" Ana protested in the hospital wing. She was surrounded by Dumbledore, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. Slytherin had managed to skulk off somewhere and some of the other staff was dealing with Weasley and the mess he had created in the Great Hall.

"Again Miss Harrow, we just need to check on your health. Most potions shouldn't be taken for such long periods of time" Dumbledore said, hands clasped behind his back.

"How long have you been taken this potion?" Pomfrey said, bustling around her in an irritating way. Nearly my entire life she thought in her head. "Just for about a month and a half" she replied, resisting the compulsion to roll her eyes. "It was prescribed by my healer in Belgium" she finished.

"Your healer gave it to you? For such a long time?" McGonagall asked shocked.

"Yes" Ana said exasperatedly, "that's probably why it tastes different. It's meant to be taken over long periods of time"

"Well we'll have to check that" Pomfrey said frowning, waving her wand over the curly black haired student. Ana quickly blanket her body with a thin layer of her magic, hiding most of her past injuries that had been left on her body from the days she used to spend with him.

"Well" Pomfrey said, reading the glowing lights coming out of Ana's body, "It doesn't seem to have done any lasting damage and my readings do confirm that you are susceptible to migraines and headaches"

"See" Ana said jumping off the hospital bed, "Can I have my stuff back now?"

"Not yet, Miss Harrow" Dumbledore said, "It stills needs to be checked, after all you didn't register this potion in with the Hospital Wing as such we had to treat all unregistered potions as suspicious"

"When will I get it back?" she sighed; plans flying through her head as she discarded some and perfected others.

"When Professor Slughorn is done testing it" Dumbledore said with finality.

Ana burst violently through the metal black door; slamming it shut behind her in anger. She felt her wards lock into place and relaxed slightly in the comforting hum of her magic. The room she entered was a large rectangle made out of dark black stone and had holes in the walls where chains and such used to hang. There were two large windows opposite each other on the longer length walls. One showed the Hogwarts grounds and the other was charmed to show the corridor used to get to the chamber. This way she was able to look out for anybody wandering around the dungeons near her base and avoid or get rid of them. Drawn on the floor between these windows was a large rune circle, that Ana used to centre her magic. She often released all of her magic and then reined it in rapidly; an exercise that increased her control and power. Opposite the door was a large deep oak table filled with potions, weapons and other magical items that Ana thought would be useful at some point. It was by no means all the items she had acquired over the years, but it was enough to help her through her stay at Hogwarts. Ana marched over to her armory; clutching her crystal necklace tightly in her hands as she called for Leonardo.

"Yes Ana" he answered in her head promptly.

"I need you to send me a long term use headache potion and a Belgium healer's note prescribing it to me. And I need them now!"

"On it" Leo said quickly, "May I ask why?"

"That little red headed shit!" Ana fumed as she paced agitatedly, "They found my flask full of the modified headache potion"

"Why is that bad?" Leo pushed hesitantly, well aware of her dark mood.

"Because you moron" Ana hissed, "That specific type of modified potion is designed to be able to use for years on end with no detrimental effects and as such is only used by seers. Someone smart enough could put two and two together and find me out!"

"But wouldn't the long term use potion be the same as your modified one?"

"No!" she exploded, "Seers react badly with the long term one. It messes with our head, our vision. Don't you know anything?"

"Sorr-"

"Where is the stuff?" she nearly screamed.

"I've just sent it across" the Italian boy said quickly. Hearing a ping from a large mahogany box on the table, Ana quickly opened it to find the items she requested. "If you nee-"

Hanging up on him, Ana grabbed the stuff in the box and a handful of metallic spheres on the table and stormed out of the chamber. That shit head is going to get it she fumed in her mind.

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