Alice Potter POV

"Draaaacccooo."

"Mmm."

"I'm freaking bored."

I felt him poke the tip of my nose with his finger, and I lifted my head off the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. It was Christmas Break, and instead of Draco leaving to go to his fancy schmancy rich kid Manor like he usually did during the break, he got special permission from his father (he said he had a ton of homework, but who are we trying to kid?) to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, with me.

Ever since the Ron-in-the-bathroom incident, things have been weird around me and Draco. Not like, wow this is awkward sort of weird. The complete opposite. Instead of our usual joking-ly nerdy romantic stuff, it's...more serious. You know those couples you see in the corridors, holding hands and giggling together and giving each other eskimo kisses? The kind that make you want to puke? It's like that.

But, instead of being actually enjoyable on my part, it's also the opposite. On the outside, me and Draco are all lovey dovey and romantic, but on the inside...I can't help but realize what's on the inside. Draco is probably still hurt about Ron and me, and I don't doubt that he doesn't trust me anymore. I know he doesn't. That's what I do, great ol Alice Potter, ruining even more things while her brother is the most famous person on the planet.

Hello, there, Alice.

Turning my head around, I glared at whoever was behind me and politely told them to shut up.

Until I realized..nobody was there.

When I turned back to Draco, his grey-blue eyes were filled with worry and confusion. Here we go again, yet another unexplainable thing I did that will make him not trust me even more.

"What was that all about?" He asked, somewhat snottily might I add, and I scooped up my "homework" (drawing book) under my arm and quickly paced away from the table we were sitting at.

"Just forget it." I tried keeping the frustration and annoyance out of my voice, but hey, I couldn't help it. I hated it when voices in my head talked to me. It drove me crazy.

Walking through the open doors of the Great Hall, I realized what I had just done. A stressful sigh escaped my lips and I leaned my head against the wall of the empty corridor.

It was cold. The air around me was freezing, and not the crisp, fresh kind you wake up to on December mornings. A devious, sinister cold feeling chilled my spine. It was uncomfortable, like someone opened the window much too far, or the flames in the fireplace had just gone out on a cold winter night.

And then I realized who was talking to me before I foolishly left Draco.

/That's right, good girl, Alice. You finally remember the voice who has led you to greatness./

"You haven't done anything for me." I spat, trying to keep my voice low in case anyone else came through the corridor. The air was alot colder now, so much so that I clutched my drawing book against myself, attempting to warm my body.

/Oh? How quickly we forget those who do us deeds, Alice. Do you not recall when I whispered to you the spell that killed the dragon you fought in your fourth year?/

The voice slythered like a snake. But I remembered. Voldemort's voice told me the spell "sectumsempra" which sliced the dragon to pieces, making me take second place in the first challenge of the TriWizard Tournament.

"I didn't want to kill it, I only needed to take the golden egg from it. You've done nothing for me, and frankly I'd be very happy if you'd happily leave my mind to itself-"

I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but I couldn't be too sure. I slid down the wall, compressing my ears with the palms of my hands in an attempt to block out the voice of the wizard who killed my parents.

/Alice, Alice. Do you not realize what you're setting yourself up for? The only reason I haven't already killed you is because I see value in keeping you alive./

More footsteps. I looked around and nobody was there.

"I'm not afraid of you." I said shakily.

/I've killed millions for fun, Alice. I was going to kill you and Harry to, but I didn't. I'm reaching your mind, and simply speaking to you at the present moment, but any second, any giving time, I can torture you in the worst ways you could imagine./

A lump formed in my throat.

"You're lying. You're lying, you can't do anything to me." My voice raised without me realizing.

/Alice, Alice. How naive we are. I have complete control over everything you do. A minute ago, when you so foolishly stormed away from young Draco Malfoy? I did that. I was controlling your mind./

Suddenly I looked down and saw a small dagger, one of which I'd never seen before, in my hands. It was green and silver, with a small emerald snake ornament slythering up the blade. It shined evilly.

"How did this.." I wondered aloud, and I shuffled the knife back and forth between my pale hands.

/Do you believe me now?/

Then , without having any control over myself, I felt my arms raise, knife pointed towards me.

Realization hit.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, n-" Before I could say anything more, my arms plunged the dagger into my chest and I let out a bloodcurdling scream.

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AN: Sorry to leave it at a cliffhanger, guys ! Don't worry, Alice isn't dead. xD

So, sorry I haven't been updating, but I'm finally freaking out of school, so I'll definitely write more ! I'm planning to finish this fanfiction by the end of the year. Maybe even the summer. 3

So please, please review. Reviews make me write faster, I promise. Please tell me your thoughts and what i should add, what you like about this chapter. Thank you. I appreciate it. 3

-Alice