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CHAPTER 54

Viktor and I went back up to the castle, to the West Wing, where I played for two hours in our quarters until he stopped me.

"Yoo need to stop." He said in a slightly harsh tone.

I had never ever had a client tell me to stop, so you can imagine my shock.

"Is there something wrong?" Asia asked, alarmed.

"With the playing, no. It's you." He got up from the armchair he was sitting in and approached her.

"Me?" She was confused.

"Yoo are exhausted. I can see it." Viktor said, tilting her head up and looking into her eyes. "Yoo need sleep." He looked angry, and walked out of the room.

I didn't register the word "exhausted", the room was spinning a bit. I was under the impression that Viktor was insulted so much by my lack of enthusiasm towards entertaining that he left. So I began to cry, after a few minutes I didn't even remember why I was crying and that made me even more upset.

Viktor walked down the hallway to the room where Hisoka sat with the Headmaster. The deep conversation they were in when Viktor walked into the room.

"Viktor-san! What brings you here?" Hisoka said sweetly.

"What 'ave yoo done to Ivy?" Viktor replied angrily.

Hisoka's face turned from an expression of sweetness to confusion.

"I have done nothing to Ivy! I would never! What happened?" She asked.

"She is exhausted, I can see it. Clearly yoo are a blind vampire. You have been traveling nonstop for ten months, but you never once thought that it wouldn't catch up with her! She is not like you, she is human and delicate!" Viktor snarled, storming out of the room.

Viktor, like all of my clients, was unaware of my powers. I kept that this way for their safety and my own, I'm very fortunate that I did.

"Then I suppose we should see to it that Ivy gets her rest this summer, Hisoka." Albus said, turning to her.

"I was not aware, I was quite oblivious. Now I feel terrible." She looked at the floor.

Viktor returned to find Asia weeping over her cello. He softened, feeling pity. He flicked his wand and the instrument and it's bow flew back into its case and packed itself.

"Come." He said quietly, helping her off the chair and supporting her weight. He set her down on a bed in one of the rooms. "You need sleep."

"No! No!" She said, "I'm fine, really. I want to be able to support you tonight."

"Yoo aren't going anywhere. You can barely walk! I'll be fine tonight, whatever happens." He said, sitting on a chair next to the bed.

I blacked out for a number of hours, and I woke feeling no different than when I had been placed in the bed. I had heard a bustle in the castle. It was after curfew for students, but there was so much noise. I remember sliding out of the bed and wandering out of my room, Hisoka was not there.

So I began to follow the noise, and found myself outside of the hospital wing. After all, it was not a far distance from our quarters… but everything was spinning again. I heard so many familiar voices at the same time…it was very strange.

Asia opened the door, only to be startled by a bark. Her eyes instantly met her father's animagus form, and then scanned the room to find some of her close friends and make shift family in the wing.

Hisoka stood by Albus' side, as Asia had expected. She gave her mentor a nod, which was returned by a very concerned look. Severus stood not too far from them, and Molly, Hermione, and Ron remained at Harry's bed side.

"What has happened?" Asia asked, looking around.

"Our prediction came true, Anastasia." Severus said, going to stand next to her. He watched her carefully, she looked so ill.

Her eyes widened, she swayed but caught herself.

"Hisoka will tell you about it later, Ms. Black." Dumbledore said quietly. He waved his wand to make sure that the door was closed.

"And now," Albus said. "it is time for two of our number to recognize each other for what they are. Sirius…if you could resume your usual form."

The great black dog looked up at Dumbledore, then, in an instant, turned back into a man.

Molly screamed and leapt back from the bed.

"Sirius Black!" She shrieked, pointing at him.

"Mum, shut up!" Ron yelled. "It's okay!"

"Hello to you too, cousin." Sirius replied, giving a salute.

Severus Snape had not yelled or jumped backward, but the look on his face was on of mingled fury and horror.

I had never told Severus the previous year that my father was an unregistered animagus. For I was certain for the few months following his vindication that Severus would still try to send him back to Azkaban whatever way he could. To say that they hated each other was a large understatement.

"Him!" he snarled, staring at Sirius, whose face showed equal dislike. "What is he doing here?"

"He is here at my invitation," said Dumbledore, looking between them, "as are you, Severus. I trust you both. It is time for you to lay aside your old differences and trust each other."

Asia and Harry exchanged glances; they both knew that what Albus had asked of the two was a stretch.

The two men stared at each other with the utmost loathing.

"We're not going to defeat Voldemort by glaring at each other, gents." Asia said, staring between the two. She began to feel dizzy again.

"I will settle, in the short term," said Dumbledore, matching Asia's impatience."for a lack of open hostility. You will shake hands. You are on the same side now. Time is-"

I heard no more, the room spun and everything went black.

Sirius and Severus both reacted the same way, grabbing Anastasia before she hit the floor.

"Get her to a cot!" Molly said, rushing over to her goddaughter and the men. They hadn't moved fast enough, she waved her wand and Asia floated to a nearby bed.

Asia stirred a few moments later, she could barely open her eyes.

"Are you alright, love?" came her father's voice.

"Of course she isn't." snapped Severus. "Look at her."

"Blink if you can hear me." Sirius said, ignoring Severus. Severus rolled his eyes, but the girl had obliged and moved her eyelids.

"Did this ever happen to Audrey?" Molly asked.

"Not that I can recall…the only time I had ever seen Audrey knocked out like this was when she was…tranquilized…" He shot the Headmaster a look, Albus acted as though he didn't notice.

Severus nodded in agreement.

"One of her clients, Viktor Krum, had remarked earlier about how she looked exhausted." said Hisoka quietly.

"I've never seen this before." Sirius said, stroking his daughter's hair. "How is this possible?" He looked at the Headmaster.

"We do not know, Sirius. But we will find a way to make her better." He replied, still impatient. "We have business to attend to. As I have said earlier, it is time for you to lay aside old differences. Whether you like it or not, you have something in common …" his gaze traveled to Asia, the two men didn't notice.

"I hardly think we have anything in common, Albus." Sirius said, not blinking as he glared at Severus and the Headmaster.

"Finally, Black. One thing we can agree on." Severus retorted.

Sirius was about to fire back when his daughter spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Can you two shut it?" She snapped, her eyes turned black and she began to wheeze and shake. She spoke through her fit, struggling with the words.

"For smart men…you sure are…dim. Your commonality… is me… you share… a family and…. I am the link… between… you two."

Neither of them spoke, they couldn't argue with her point. Finally, the two men finally shook hands. It was a slow and reluctant process. Asia saw no more, as she had passed out seconds later.

White…all white. I woke again early in the morning, my head was pounding something fierce. I recognized my surroundings at once. It had to be around six, and a bright sun was streaming through the curtains. Though I was half in and half out of consciousness the previous night, snippets of things began to come back to me. Harry was in danger… Voldemort… Peter…he saw Peter…a cemetery, the Triwizard cup, Cedric…Cedric was dead. Who would want to kill him? Why? He didn't do anything to deserve death…but then again, who did deserve such a fate that we were all destined for someday? My father and Severus were fighting in the hospital wing...and then nothing.

My head was pounding and I wanted to scream out, but I couldn't - every part of my body was heavy. Moving my arm proved useless, but there was movement around me… I could hear it.

"Oh, good." said a familiar voice. A blurry Severus came into view. "You're awake, are you feeling any better?"

This proved to be a stupid question to ask the girl, she looked no better than she did two weeks ago when she came back to the school. She tried to talk, but ended up wheezing and coughing.

It was hard to do anything… it was like being trapped. I had never been sick before, so I suppose that this was a lot scarier to me than it would be to a human.

Severus was pacing, Asia wanted to tell him to stop, it was making her dizzy but she couldn't get the words out. Just wheezing.

And then…I had an idea…

The small nightstand next to the bed began to shake slightly. Severus stopped pacing, and stood by the bedside, raising his eyebrow at her.

In the nightstand next to my bed there was a stone quill, similar to the one Albus had in his office. I tried to open the drawer, but nothing seemed to work. I used all of my strength and the desk barely shook. And it hurt! Why did it hurt?

Asia let out a heavy frustrated breath and closed her eyes. Trying to figure out what to do to communicate, and then another idea hit her. She opened her eyes and stared at Severus, trying to show him what she remembered hearing when she made her way to the hospital wing. The information must have seeped in, because Severus was rigid for a second.

I'm sure we weren't the only two individuals in the world who stretched the art of legilimacy by transmitting memories at will, but it was so fortunate we had this connection to do so. I managed to form the sentence "Tell me what has happened." within the memory despite never asking the question.

Severus conjured a chair and sat next to her.

"Two weeks ago, when you were last awake, the third task was that day…" She gave a tiny nod.

"The third task was rigged, like the rest of the tournament. Potter's name was put into the Goblet by Moody-"

Asia was confused and gave him a questioning look. She was shocked; it wasn't possible…it couldn't be. Moody was an auror; he wouldn't put anyone's lives at risk, especially Harry's.

Severus, reading this expression continued. "But Moody wasn't actually Moody, Alastor was jumped by Barty Crouch Jr. - a rather mad follower of Lord Voldemort."

"You were too young to remember," he continued. "but his allegiances to Voldemort were revealed during Igor Karkaroff's trial.

I jolted at the mention of Karkaroff, the memories of Viktor's reception came flooding back quickly. I had to tell him…

Severus was rigid for a moment, picking up the memory of the party.

"We will discuss that when you are feeling better…" He said, a little shocked. Asia wanted to ask him more, but he quickly went back to the original topic.

"Crouch locked him in a trunk, stole his glass eye, and his leg - brewed the Polyjuice potion and impersonated Moody the entire year. Which is how Potter was thrust into the competition. It would be an easy way to kill him with the tasks, you know. However, Potter got lucky the first two tasks-"

He gritted his teeth slightly, reminded of how the boy embodied his father's arrogance. Asia gave him a dangerous glare, knowing what he was thinking.

"By the third task, Crouch had had it, and he manage to turn the cup into a Portkey. While standing outside of the maze, he bewitched Krum -"

She looked alarmed. He sighed, and rolled his eyes at the child.

"Viktor is fine. The plants dragged him out, Delacour was next, and then it was Diggory and Potter. I assume they decided to get the cup together - and then they were transported to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. Pettigrew was there-" Severus had a bitter tone. Her eyes filled with tears, if she would have just caught Peter last year she could have stopped so much. Severus noticed her discomfort, and took her hand.

"Pettigrew had found Voldemort as you may have guessed, though he was weak…Peter killed Cedric on Voldemort's orders, and revived Voldemort using an age old medieval ritual. They were planning to kill Potter, and the two dueled…according to what the boy told Albus there was a Priori Incantatum."

I recalled reading about Priori Incantatum, it was so rare though that I didn't think it actually existed.

Her eyes widened, imploring Severus to continue.

"Harry escaped shortly after that, breaking off and managing to get ahold of Diggory's body and the portkey."

She breathed a sigh of relief and then coughed.

"The Dark Lord is back in the flesh. You know this was something we anticipated with the escape of Peter…we're going to have to take precautions further. Albus is reviving the Order of the Phoenix. We've managed to assemble most of our members, and some new ones…and we have a stable headquarters. I'm moving you there today, I was planning to whether you were awake or not. Albus and I both feel you'll be safer there."

I think that we all want safety in our lives, but really, this made me feel more childish than nearly a year ago when Oliver and I were told we couldn't see each other. I was a danger to his safety, and now I was being told that I was a danger to myself.
Because of what I am,
who I am… I must be hidden. If I were to be found I didn't know at the time what would happen to me.

With this thought, I felt a new kind of weight on me - a stressful one, making it harder to breathe than it already was. I couldn't see Oliver, and I would be confined for an undefined time. What a life, I remembered thinking, caged like the monster I am... Oh, how melodramatic and foolish I was at that time!

I was transported to the headquarters by special apparition; Albus was the only person who was able to apparate into the Order headquarters. The house was deserted when I arrived and it was so grimy and dusty, I passed out in the front hallway and woke in a deep green bedroom. The room was much cleaner than the rest of the house. I thought that my illness could not get any worse, but my throat was now pounding with my head, it felt like all the oxygen was being sucked out of me.

There was a clinking sound to her right, and she looked over and found Severus with five different vials. Severus seemed to read her thoughts and said, "We're experimenting."

Experimenting…I trusted Severus with my life, but this was the first time that I was genuinely scared.

Severus propped her upright and helped her drink some water.

"I don't want to take those." Asia croaked, the first sentence she had spoken in two weeks.

It hurt so much to talk, but at least I was finally able to force out some words.

"You're going to have to if you want to get better." Severus said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But you…don't even know…what…the illness…is." She croaked at him, looking alarmed.

Severus sighed and said "You've known me for how long and you can't trust me with this?"

Asia sighed; she couldn't refuse him when he made such a point like that. He uncorked a bottle with a sizzling orange liquid, and approached her. She gave him an apprehensive look.

"Trust me." He said, she nodded and drank the potion.

I was feeling better instantly after the first few minutes, but it seemed to be a fake out. My body was saying to me "You think I can be cured just like that? You're wrong!" - every muscle in my body was burning and twisting, my eyes watered and my vision blurred. I tried so hard to fight it.

She began to convulse and cough. He flicked his wand and the antidote was in his hand immediately, but after he had gotten her to take it the convulsions became more pronounced. She started screaming.

Through my yells, I heard several pairs of feet running up the stairs. Other members of the Order must have started to arrive.

Hisoka was the first to run into the bedroom, looking from Severus to Asia. She wore a look of pure loathing, something rare to see and hissed at Severus.

"And you thought I did this to her?"

"You might as well have." He snarled.

Albus arrived next, he then noticed Asia and flicked his wand. The convulsions ceased.

My body was still aching, but calmness set over me. It was quite a relief, and I felt so tired.

"It would not do us well to be pointing fingers." He said, addressing the two.

"Severus, I would advise you not to experiment further. Her immune system is very different from ours. The others are arriving today and we should go downstairs. Let the girl rest."

I didn't really get much rest that day with so many people arriving; I heard their muffled voices and footsteps downstairs. Most of them came to visit me, those that knew I was up here at least. I had individual visits from the entire Weasley family on the first day, Molly wouldn't stop fluffing my pillows and dusting the already clean room. Fred and George told me of all of the products they have been inventing, Ron telling me random Quidditch stats, and Ginny talking about her school year last year and the awkward stories with Neville Longbottom. In my travels, I didn't have touch with the outside world and this was so nice.