George's POV

I hate Fred, I hate Fred, I hate Fred. This most definitely wouldn't have happened if I stayed with Olivia last night. I thought as I sat next to her limp body. She's been like this all day. And I had only heard about it at lunch. That's when everyone heard about it. People had been saying that they hadn't seen her at all today, and finally a little Hufflepuff who had a broken leg came back from the hospital wing and said he saw her lying on a bed. Before, everyone thought that the attacks had finally stopped. Now Harry and I were sitting by her side, waiting for her to wake up. We had been here awhile, being able to skip our classes. Now I know Black isn't behind the attacks. He cares about her, he would never hurt her. But Harry doesn't know that. And he's blaming Black. I don't think he notices it, but he keeps muttering "I'll kill him." or "He's gone to far." I shook my head at him and he glanced up at me. "What?" he asked. "You keep talking about Black. I honestly don't think he did this. McGonagall found her while she was holding her head, lying on the ground. How can Black give her a headache?" He only shook his head and turned back to Olivia. "I just know it was him." I sighed, but let it go. If Olivia wants him to know, then she'll tell him. That's not my job. I had Olivia's hand in mine, and I squeezed lightly. She did the same, but I only smiled. She had been doing that a lot. At first I had thought I imagined it, but she kept doing it and I only smiled every time. She still didn't open her eyes though. I wonder what she's thinking about. After a few more minutes, she turned her head slightly, but she's been still so long, both Harry and I noticed. She opened her eyes slowly and squinted because of the light. She turned to me and frowned. "Ugh." she muttered and moved her open hand to her head. "Crap, what time is it?" She asked and sat up. But she grimaced and laid back again. "Bad idea. What time is it, George?" she looked up at me. "Almost dinner time. Why?" She sighed. "I need to talk to Dumbledore and Si-uh Sev." I glanced at Harry, but he didn't seem to notice her mistake. "Why do you need to talk to Dumbledore?" He asked her. "Because I have something important to tell him." The doors opened and Snape came through them. "Potter, it's nice to see you're up and well. The Headmaster wants to talk to you immediately." She nodded and sat up again, but slower this time. "Is it alright if I leave?" she asked as she looked around for Pomfrey. "It most certainly is not!" Pomfrey hurried out of her office with a bottle in her hand. "You need to rest, dear. You weren't in a good shape all day, and you still have your headache." She turned to Snape. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait." Snape only scowled and left. Pomfrey turned to Olivia and forced a smile. "I'm sorry dear, but you have to take the sleeping drought." I looked to Olivia as she nodded. She looked at me and smiled slightly. She sighed and laid back again. Pomfrey poured the potion in a cup and handed it to Olivia. She grimaced, but took it. She looked at me again and drank it. She was out in seconds. Pomfrey turned to us. "You should leave. It's almost dinner time." And she made us leave. We walked in silence the whole way to the Great Hall. We just walked to our tables, ignoring people who stared at us. I sat down by Fred and got food, but didn't eat much. "How was she? You were in there a long time." I turned to Fred and sighed. "She woke up, but had to take a sleeping drought. She still had a huge headache and could barely sit up, let alone leave. I wonder what could have hurt her that bad." He shrugged and looked down at the table. "Who found her?" he asked suddenly. "McGonagall found her when she was cradling her head on the ground. She said Olivia had yelped in pain and that's how she knew she was there. Snape came soon after. He carried her to the hospital wing last night. That wouldn't have happened if I stayed with her." I grumbled. He only shrugged. "You can't stop a headache." he told me and turned to Harry and Ron. "Who was the last one she talked to?" I asked them. "I talked to her last." I looked up and Hermione was standing there. "Guys, she was fine when I saw her. I think she just wants people to pity her. She's fine. Just a good faker." Harry looked up at her and frowned. "How can she change her voice, Hermione?" I looked back to her and she was looking at the ground, thinking hard. "Umm, I don't know any spells, but there are potions." She looked back up at him. "You can't trust a Slytherin, Harry. Even if she is your sister." Harry stood up so they were in each other faces. "Why do you hate her so much? Because she's the only real competition you have? I know for a fact she didn't take a potion, because she was asleep. And I know she was asleep, because before that George and I were with her for two hours. And she hadn't moved at all." Hermione opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Exactly. You have no explanation for that. She did get attacked, and she doesn't want people's pity." And with that, Harry walked out of the room toward the common room. Hermione sighed angrily and sat down. She looked up at me and frowned. "You shouldn't be with her, George. No one can trust her." I stood up also and put my hands on the table. "You don't know anything about her." I told her and walked out of the room, but I didn't go to the common room, I headed out to the lake.

Olivia's POV

Sev looked pretty mad when Pomfrey sent him out. I turned back to her and looked at the bottle. Crap. Sleeping drought. She turned to me and smiled, but it was easy to tell it was forced. "I'm sorry, dear, but you have to take the sleeping drought." George turned to me, but I kept my eyes on Pomfrey. I nodded and she got a cup. I looked at George and slightly smiled. I sighed and laid back down. I hate this. I always have the worst dreams. She handed me the cup and I took it, but looked at it in disgust. I don't think I can do this. I looked over at George and didn't think about it. Just act like its juice and you'll be okay. So I kept my eyes on George and drank it. And I was out in seconds. And just my luck, I had the same dream that was bothering my earlier.

*Dream*

I looked down at the scene below, and saw the small bundle that was wrapped around the small, weird form. He was sitting in a chair made of sticks, wrapped around with vines. He was talking with a centaur looking type thing, but I couldn't really be sure from the place I was. I looked up at the sky, and it looked to be noon. The sun in the middle of the sky. I climbed up higher and higher until I was at the top and I saw I was on the tallest tree. It over looked everything and I could see miles away. I scanned the area and identified it almost immediately. Albania. I went down the trunk again and stopped closer down. Close enough to hear them, at least. "There worthless, all of them. They call themselves followers. Right after I fall they run to the ministry." the thing was saying. "What about the girl? You will get her in your ranks?" the centaur asked. The thing laughed his high, cold laugh. "I will get her. And she'll be willing to, I'm sure of it. She's more powerful than any other deatheater, she actually knows a thing or two, and she's hard to break. You can't Crucio anything out of her, and she doesn't show you any pain. She won't cower away from anyone, unlike the Malfoys. And I've been informed that certain powerful potions have no effect on her. She will progress fast, especially with her guardian." The centaur nodded and sat down. The bundle laughed again. "Has weakness finally driven you mad?" The centaur asked. The thing turned and lifted his wand. "Crucio!" it said and the centaur yelled and squirmed around on the ground. It ended the spell and the thing stayed still. "Idiot. No, she's watching us right now. Listening to our conversation." Suddenly he waved his hand up and the branch broke under my feet. I fell threw a bunch of other branches and hit the ground hard on my shoulder. But I quickly got up. "See, hard fall, but doesn't show her pain. Unlike any other deatheater." The centaur sat up slowly. "What about Bellatrix?" he asked shakily. Voldemort smiled, a very cruel one, and my scar hurt like hell. "She's okay, but she's in Azkaban because of the Longbottoms. She can easily take her spot. And she's getting mad because we're talking like she's not even here. Why don't you show us how powerful you are?" he asked quietly. I shrugged and nodded to the centaur. "He's not loyal. Young centaurs never are. Only to their fathers, and his seems to be very fond of Dumbledore. He's planning to run off to him as soon as his friend comes back to give you your next meal." Voldemort smiled once again and turned to the centaur. "I can see it in your eyes." He turned back to me. "How did you know that?" I just looked at him. He raised his wand and pointed it at the centaur, which I saw is named Kenrug. "Tell me, or he dies." He turned his head and watched me carefully. "You were going to kill him any way." He smiled. "I have a better idea. Imperio!" I stepped back as he took control, over everything. I hate the feeling, like you have no ideas of your own. I could hear Voldemort's distant voice in my head, like in a far tunnel. "Kill the useless one, the traitor." I rolled my head and took out my wand. I pointed it at Kenrug and smiled. I said the dreaded words with the smile on the whole time. "Avada Kedavra." He hit the ground with a thud and Voldemort lifted the curse. I looked at what I just did, but I wasn't disgusted. At all. I felt, proud? Voldemort smiled again and I noticed I had started to smile. "Amazing, really. You might be the only child that is fine with that. When I return, you will be amazing."

*End of Dream*

I woke up again and I could tell I was being watched. I turned and saw Dumbledore there. I turned to my other side and saw Sev. He was pale and shook his head. I turned back to Dumbledore and he was watching me intently. After a few minutes I understood why they were looking at me like that. "Occlumency." I sighed and looked at the ceiling. Dumbledore broke the silence that followed. "How did you know about the centaur? Knew what he was going to do?" I turned to him slowly. "It's like Occlumency. Sev taught me it. It's like you can hear people's thoughts." Dumbledore glanced up at Sev and Sev nodded. "That might come in handy. What about the powerful potions not working?" Dumbledore asked. This time I was the one who nodded. "Severus made a potion to make that possible?" I nodded again. "Olivia, what did you experience a few days ago?" Sev asked. I sighed again. "I heard his voice. Voldemort's. And he made pain just explode from everywhere in my body. It kept getting more intense, till finally I passed out." Dumbledore nodded. "What did he say?" He asked. "He said that if I was going to act like a muggle and be with a blood traitor, then I would be treated like a muggle." I said quietly. Sev looked up at Dumbledore. "Is she free to go?" He asked after a couple of minutes. Dumbledore nodded and stood up. "Sir, what if it happens again? What are we going to do?" Dumbledore turned back to me. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen."