Chapter 21

Her head still hurt when she lay onto her bed and pressed the cool cloth against her forehead. "And these were memories from somebody else?" she got out. "I think so. A friend of mine had something similar. But I don't think this was wanted by the other person. It happens if one of them feels strong emotions," Draco explained. "I can show you the art of occlumency to block the connection. What did you see?" Bloom hesitated. "I saw you and your father and Snape. You were running towards the person and the ground was burned." Draco blinked once. He did it again. And did it then a third time. "But...this only happened once. And ... he is dead..." he went silent. "Do...do you know a person you could have a connection to?" Bloom thought about it. She tried to remember the feeling. And then she remembered the brush of something not being her own mind against her magic when she had healed someone in Hogwarts at a time that felt so long ago. Someone had similar and totally different powers. She almost jumped up to search him and speak to him about the whole thing. "This person, who is dead, who was it?" she ignored her wants for a moment, trying to get more information for the riddle folding out in her mind. "The last Potter, who was executed before this shields fell," the Malfoy was clearly uncomfortable about everything. Bloom felt how everything left her mind.

The moment Bloom stormed into the office of the headmistress of Alfea was a surprise to Faragonda. Her last talk with the girl hadn't been so long ago. She looked closer at the girl. She looked tired and deathly pale. "Bloom...is something wrong?" she asked carefully. "Somehow there is a connection between Baltor's mind and mine. It was a few hours ago and it felt almost like the moment something of him brushed against my magic when I healed him in Hogwarts! There were memories and feelings belonging to Harry Potter!" It was a flood of words and it took the headmistress sometime to take everything in. "You mean there are memories involving Harry Potter?" she tried to calm the girl. "No! These were memories from Harry Potter! Scenes seen through his eyes! Draco, a boy studying with me, knew him! And he remembers this incident! There was only the Potter there!" "Bloom, these two had never contact! How should he have these memories?" Everything in Faragonda's mind felt like it thrown into chaos. Bloom was still pale but looked better after telling her about these happenings. "Could it be arranged for me to look at these artefacts? These hallows?" Bloom asked at least. "Maybe it has something to do with them. The wizards kept talking about them 'not working right anymore'," Faragonda answered her. "I will look into it.

|The room was empty and deep down in the earth. "Old room for rituals," the elf informed him. "Strong shield to keep magic inside and undetected." He nodded and concentrated on calling the fire. He held it in his palms and looked at the frightened elf. "Hold the locket into the flame," he said to Creature. The elf blinked and laid it into his palms into the fire. Nothing happened. He frowned. Magic clawed at his mind. Something whispered to him. It wanted to be opened. It sounded like hisses. He spoke. ~Open.~ This small word did it. The locket opened. For a short time he saw the glass on the inside and a pair of red eyes looked back at him. The inside met the blue fire. A scream could be heard coming from the locket. The glass on the inside cracked and black mist came out before the whole room was illuminated by a flash of bright light. Something was tearing his magic away. Something hit him and pain flared up in his body. Breathing became painful and he needed to force himself to keep breathing. The scream got louder. He forced more energy into the flame. While a second spell hit him. Finally, a short time before a third spell threw through the whole room the black mist caught fire. In an uproar something tried to flee from the fire and out of the locket. His flight was ended when he met the wall. He tasted blood in his mouth. He felt his ribs burning. He couldn't breathe. He saw the glittering gold locket on the floor and tried to focus on the person running to him, while other persons screamed at each other. He let his mind be swept away into the painless darkness of sleep.|

Draco tried to help her. He really tried. He showed her how to empty her mind and tried to describe to her how to build up walls to keep others out. It even helped a bit. She didn't dream of memories not her own anymore but she kept feeling emotions, mostly anger, and memories of emotions not her own and it was really frustrating. Together with the pressure of the university the whole thing was getting to her. She really tried to keep everything together but her temperament was getting quite violent because of the whole thing. There were times she couldn't concentrate anymore. Fluffy helped quite a bit but she was slowly getting to the point she thought it would be the best thing to simply visit this man get him to keep his feelings to himself. After getting an almost permanent headache she forgot every hesitation and went to earth.

Baltor was on his way to the forbidden forest when he felt the spark of foreign magic near him. He concentrated a bit and was surprised when he discovered who was visiting him. He waited until he reached the border of the forest before he spoke. "Do you want something from me or why are you here?" he asked. It didn't even take three seconds before the young woman moved into his view. "Well, what do you want?" he raised a brow and gazed at her. "Do you sometimes feel emotions not your own?" The question surprised him. He blinked a few times and started to think about it before he stopped surprised of himself. "Why do you want to know? Do you feel these things?" He frowned when she nodded. "Every emotion is followed by a sensation quite similar to the feeling when you took 'it' from me," she got out. He took him three steps to reach her and touch her temples with his hands. The whirling of her confused mind crashed into his own mind and the feeling of psychic pressure weighted down his concentration. Then he found the feelings sneaking into her mind. Anger and pain were the most recent ones. He tried to follow the path they went to get to her. The touch between magic filled his mind and thoughts. He took darkness from her. He felt incomplete and tried to fill this feeling with more darkness. He took her darkness from her flame. He could feel the connection between the darkness he took and her flame, which was linked to her soul. He cursed Darkar and his experiments with souls to become a phoenix. Then he was back to the reality looking directly into her blue eyes. "I think I have to say sorry. I didn't thought about a forced connection to your flame when I took it. I will block the connection as much as I can. You will still get a few feelings but nothing mayor anymore," he got out. "I have a roommate with the name Draco. He started to teach me something called occlumency. It really helped to keep the dreams of memories not my own away." He nodded slowly and concentrated on this strange connection with closed his eyes. He could easily imagine how to pull the connection above the ocean of darkness, which kept sucking up his violent emotions and kept him calm. He almost smiled. He could clearly see the connection as a cable of some kind. When he opened his eyes again her face was clearly relaxed and her mind noticeable less strained. Then she left. It was hours later, when he was long back in the castle, he thought about what kind of magical fire she held. It surprised him he didn't thought of it before.

|Waking up was painful. The first things he saw were two identical faces. The twins Fred and George looked down at him. "Sirius is really angry at Moody and Dumbledore," one of them told him. "How did you open the locket? We tried when we found it. Nobody could do it, not even Moody and Dumbledore!" "Where is it?" he got out and looked around. One of them grabbed a glass of water and got him to swallow a bit of it. Then he was showed the locket. It was golden and had two snakes in the form of an 'SS' on the front. "The glass on the inside is cracked but you can still read what was written there if you get to open it again," the other twin grinned, "The adults wanted to throw it away when they couldn't get it to open again. We told Creature to get it. The thing was happy to do it." He nodded and sat up before grabbing the thing. His fingers followed the snake. "In the upper bag of my trunk are chocolate frog cards. I need one from Salazar Slytherin," he said. The twins blinked and one of them stood up to get it. "Hey, you have many rare cards! Interested in exchanging?" the boy got our surprised before finding the card. He gave it the Potter. "Maybe later," he answered and looked at the picture. He held it nearer to his eyes. "Is this the same locket?" one twin asked the two brothers looked at another card. "Looks like it. But why was it here?" answered the other Weasley. "One way to find put: Creature!" the Potter exclaimed and with a plop the elf appeared, "How did this locket come into the house?" The elf burst into tears before he started to tell the story how Regulus Black died.|