"You're a Death Eater!" shrieked Hermione, her memories gradually returning from where they fogged the night before, just as she had been pointing out his guilt to Snape...
"No," he said simply, walking further into the room, "I was."
"ARE!" yelled Harry, fury building within him, stunning jinxes finding their way to float in his hands, "Your name was called when Voldemort..."
"The Dark Lord, yes." Alishir interrupted, "You see, I do not serve him."
"But your name..." Harry's voice trailed off as again, Centros Alishir spoke over him. Harry was getting rather annoyed. In the back, Pansy stirred and rose.
"Did you hear Centros Alishir?" he asked smoothly, a small smile forming on his face, this guy was giving Hermione the creeps, "No, I didn't think so. You heard him refer to 'me' by our last name."
"Our?" Hermione queried, her eyebrow raising in disbelief.
"My darling sister." he said snidely, "Oh, poppet!"
Draco laughed,
"Do you really expect her to come just because she's called?" he rolled on his bed in an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
"Of course not." he said simply, waving his arm through the air.
That very second, a massive crashing noise erupted in the Hospital Wing as an old woman smashed into and through the window. Madam Pomfrey rose, now conscious, she looked ready to kill at the state her room was in.
The woman flying through the room screamed in frustration as she landed with a loud thump in front of her brother.
Pansy, seeing the possibilities for trouble the event now held, instantly began calling mentally for Dumbledore. Harry did the same.
"Incarcerous." Centros said, whipping his wand in at her direction as ropes bound themselves around her, "Apprehendum." an eerily bluish smoke floated around her, to prevent Blinking, Harry supposed, "Now, now." he walked toward her slowly, wearing a wicked grin, "Giving the family a bad name, are we? Messing with the students minds?"
She mumbled something under her breath that Harry knew was offensive. Harry could see the hairs on the back of Centros' neck raise, but he did not attack as even Harry himself felt inclined to do.
This woman had been messing with them all year, Harry now convinced himself, feeling sure of the evidence that Centros had provided them. Almost all of it made sense.
"Using the Imperius Curse on Ms. Granger? The Confundus Charm on Mr. Potter?" he shouted, raising his arms into the air in frustration. Harry felt himself suddenly know what this man was saying was true, and with no mental influence, either.
Hermione smirked and spun around to face Harry,
"HA!" she chuckled, "You were being controlled! Hermione 2, Harry 0!"
It was quite unlike Hermione to use scores... but Harry laughed anyways.
"Fine," Harry sighed, "you win." Harry added a mental afterthought to Hermione, "Hermione 3, Harry 1." his laugh echoed in her thoughts, "I still got the kiss."
Hermione went a scarlet red as she blushed and shied away. She crept closer to Ron and took his hand, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You don't think anyone would notice, Dimentia?" Centros growled, hissing his sister's first name like poison, "Didn't think that no one would see through the poorly performed curses?" he placed his face right before hers for added effect, "Even Mr. Potter saw through them the first night they occurred! I knew right from then that you were up to something, vowed to keep a closer watch on you. But you stayed hidden, well hidden. Until now."
Harry suddenly realized where the feeling of scanning came from.
"You will suffer the consequences for.. this." growled Dimentia, "The Dark Lord will see to it."
"So it was you, then?" asked Harry to Dimentia Alishir. "You kept scanning me?"
"No," sighed Centros, "That was my doing. I needed to keep on top of anything in case something like your incident in your common room happened again. When Dumbledore mentioned the fiasco to me, I knew."
Harry didn't understand.
"But why scan me?" he queried, his voice raising in pitch slightly.
"She was least likely to tamper with you," he admitted, "After all, the Dark Lord wanted, wants you." he sighed, "She'd mess with the minds of your friends to alienate them from you. Force you to live on your own, alone."
Fleur added her own words. They sounded nearly prophetic,
"Because if eet eez just you alone, you are not as beeg of a threat."
"Precisely." Centros nodded and rose from his crouched position.
Dumbledore walked in. His eyes bulged at first, seeing the disarray of the Hospital Wing, then widened, if it was possible, further, to see the chaos that had unraveled in the corner of the room.
"Anyone care to explain what's going on, here?" he asked calmly, his voice not at all reflecting his facial expression.
"Nope." replied Centros Alishir simply, "We just need an owl delivered to Azkaban. They have a prisoner awaiting them."