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Harry swam closer and closer to his destination, but the lake only seemed to get darker and darker as he did.

Time was running out, and he didn't even know what this treasure was. Harry sped on, staring around, and soon the dwellings became more numerous; there were gardens of weed around some of them, and he even saw a pet grindylow tied to a stake outside one door. Merpeople were emerging on all sides now, watching him eagerly. He ignored them and swam closer. Soon enough, he saw them, the four figures swaying in the dark waters.

Hermione and Cho Chang. There was also a girl who looked no older than eight, whose clouds of silvery hair made Harry feel sure that she was Fleur Delacour's sister. All four of them appeared to be in a very deep sleep. Their heads were lolling onto their shoulders, and fine streams of bubbles kept issuing from their mouths. A girl was amongst them, with black inky hair, and porcelain skin that reflected the small amount of light that reached it from the surface.

Atria.

The air touched her face and it was almost like a dream. The last thing she remembered was being in the hallway and now she was here, in the dark lake, while crowds of people stood on the watchtowers over her applauding.

She heard someone next to her, a small blonde girl and soon enough a familiar face too. Harry.

"Help me," he said as he grabbed onto the girl and tried to pull her forward.

Atria helped bring the younger girl to the ladder and helped her up onto the first balcony. She stood soaking in her uniform. Hermione soon rushed over and pulled a blanket over her shoulder's, while she stood confused by the side.

Meanwhile, Madame Maxime was trying to restrain Fleur Delacour, who was quite hysterical, fighting tooth and nail to return to the water.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she 'urt?"

"She's fine!" Harry tried to tell her, but he was so exhausted he could hardly talk, let alone shout. But he looked over to see the other girl he had pulled out of the water, her long inky wet hair wrapped around her.

"Atria," he said trying walking weakly over to her. "Don't rush yourself Potter", he heard madam Pomfrey say as she threw a towel over his shoulders. And even after yet another barrier met him before he could get there.

"You saved 'er," Fleur Delacour said as she grabbed him by his shoulder,. "Even though she was not your 'ostage." She said breathlessly

"Yeah," said Harry.

Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek.

"And you too-you 'elped -" she said to the girl behind her shoulder

Atria nodded nervously before the other girl seemed her and gave her the same treatment as she did Harry.

"Harry," Atria said with a nod, after Fleur had left.

"Atria I'm sorry," he said almost impatiently as he swopped in and squeezed the girl to him in a tight hug.

"Harry," Atria said slightly shocked but wanting to speak herself.

"I was just shocked by it all," he kept on explaining as he pulled back to look at her, his grip still tight, "and too angry to hear what you had to say and it was wrong, you have every right to be angry."

"I'm not, I'm not," Atria began but just then, Ludo Bagman's magically magnified voice boomed out beside them, making them all jump

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows...

Atria slipped her hand into Harry's comfortingly, he looked down shocked at the gesture before smiling softly to himself and looking back up at her.

"Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."

Applause from the stands.

"Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside the time limit of an hour." Enormous cheers from the Hufflepuffs in the crowd; Harry saw Cho give Cedric a glowing look. "We therefore award him forty-seven points. Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points. Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect," Bagman continued. "He returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr. Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own."

Atria smiled over at Harry as he squeezed her hand before they both continued listening.

"Most of the judges, feel that this shows moral fibre and merits full marks. However...Mr. Potter's score is forty-five points."

Harry's stomach leapt he was now tied for first place with Cedric.

"Second place!" Atria said excitedly as Hermione rushed over and Ron behind her.

"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June," continued Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."

"He just kissed me," Atria began to explain as she and Harry walked through the courtyard, "I didn't want it to happen, it just did."

"Slimy git," she heard Harry say under his breath

"I think it might have all just become too much for him," she said as she sat down at the fountain in the middle of the courtyard.

"But why a kiss," Harry said irritably, "do you think maybe he ha-"

"No it's not like that," Atria said over him, "he's just lost."

"That's not an excuse," Harry said frustratedly before moving to sit by her side as she looked down at the dirty stone floor.

"It had been us for so long," Atria went on to explain, "just the two of us. We were all the other had, but I couldn't rely on him anymore. When I was young he was all I had, he was the person I went to when no one would listen or deal with me and he would but as we got older and it all got worse he still did nothing. I would have done anything for him, I did everything for him but still, he couldn't return the favour. It just made me realise how shallow and one-sided our relationship was and I want no part of it anymore."

"I bet he didn't take that lightly," Harry said.

Atria shrugged before looking up at Harry, "it doesn't matter, I don't need him anymore. I have Sirius, I have Remus."

"You have me," Harry added as she finished.

"I have you," Atria agreed, giving him a small smile, "And I finally feel able to breathe and be what I want to be without standards or consequences, and I don't want it to stop, I just want it to keep on going. Draco wants things to stay the way they always were, and he doesn't care about what I want," She said shaking her head. "The point is one day it will all be over, a distant nightmare that I think about every so often but doesn't own me, and that's all I want."

"You'll have that," Harry said, knowing that if it took all of his being he'd make that happen.

Atria smiled to herself before perking back up, "Thank you for not telling Sirius," She said, peeking up at him.

Harry shook his head, "I wasn't going to, I just said it because I was angry."

He said remembering the horrible night, remember watching Draco kiss her in their dark surroundings, almost as if hiding a secret affair. The jealousy and the anger, the betrayal, that had coursed threw him at the sight of her perfect lips on Draco. He had imagined what it would be like, her first kiss and how much he wished it would be him. How it would be soft and gentle, how fireworks would go off in his head as he held her. But it had been Draco, and the fact he had kissed her, when she hadn't wanted him too, only seemed to make him hate the boy more. "I'm sorry for saying that," he said, shaking his head of the memory.

"Don't worry," she said placing her hand over his before he took it, "I forgive you."

"Thank you," he said before leaning in and resting his head on her shoulder, "I don't deserve it, but I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't."

Snape's office was more terrifying than ever now that she sat on a chair in the open space, as he looked down at her, wand in hand.

"How does this work exactly sir?" She asked nervously, as she looked up at him.

"I will expose you to memories that will make your magic lash out and then you will try to control it. Are you ready?"

Atria nodded stiffly as her bones stiffened and she sat up straight, she watched him draw his wand back before saying the word.

"Legilimens!"

Flashes from her younger years. The faded image of a faceless woman, with black hair looking at her from over the top of her crib. Narcissa, singing her to sleep when she was younger after Atria had asked her too. Running around in one of her newest dresses. Her grandmother, teaching Atria how to properly hold a teacup. Lucius, holding her hand in the streets of diagon ally in one of her first visits there. One of Draco's birthdays, with many of the other children she was teased by now.

But then Snape went deeper into the memories Atria did not want anyone to see. The first being where she was 3 or 4 at Grimmauld place with her grandmother, the one time her grandmother had got angry at her after the first time she had asked about her father.

She dragged the child tightly by the hand to the room where the tapestry hung on the wall.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT," she screamed at the crying child, throwing her down on the ground.

She walked angrily over to the tapestry and held the fiery tip of her wand closer and closer to the portrait and name which she had come to be so proud of.

"YOUR LAST NAME IS MINE NOT HIS, HE HAS NO PART OF IT," the older women came forward, towering over the small child on the ground.

The memory changed to a little while after just after her grandmother had died when she had started walking the Malfoy's large garden and fields, wondering if her grandmother was now with her mother. It was the first time she remembered, the one that had started it all.

"I didn't mean it, it was an accident," she tried to explain as her uncle dragged her through the stable door.

She had been walking while Lucius had been riding his favourite black brumby, and the horse had gone on its hind legs trying to dodge the child but had broken its leg on the odd turn. Her uncle had got out unscathed, but the poor horse had been rendered lame.

"Look at it!" He shouted as he stood behind the small child, holding her face to look at where the horse lay, making painful noises as it tried to rise.

He walked from behind Atria, pointing his wand at the horse," Avada kedavra!" he yelled, casting the furious curse making Atria yelp as the horse stopped moving, wide black unseeing eyes staring back at her.

"That's what you did!" Her uncle screamed at her as she cried.

He then walked to the doors and slammed them shut in her face as she tried to get out.

"Let me out!" she heard her small voice scream at the doors.

But he didn't, in fact, she listened as he walked away even though she continued to scream for the next few hours, but no one came. She was left there with the poor dead creature, and she stayed there for the rest of the night, unable to sleep as she looked at the once-proud mare.

After that, her mind became a kaleidoscope of firsts.

The first time he had pinched her under the table after she had said something out of line.

The first time Lucius had slapped her.

The first time Kreacher had patched up her bruised eye or lip.

The first time he had beat her with his cane.

The first time she had gone to Draco's room in a fit of tears before he held her for the rest of the night.

The first time she had been dragged to her room without dinner.

The first time she had been told she was not allowed to leave her room for a week.

That had driven her insane. She had tried to practice dancing with Draco, trying to be good at it so she could please Lucius next time he saw her dance at the Malfoy Christmas Gala, she may have been eight at the time, but while doing it, she had smashed a vase that had been in the Malfoy family for generations. She had been so scared, so inconsolable, that she had fallen into a fit of cries that never stopped. She had fallen onto the ground crying an crying until Lucius had come and picked her up, wrapping his arm around her, holding her tightly as if trying to be a straightjacket, trying to stop the flailing child as she struggled fearfully.

She was snapped out of the memories by the sound of bursting glass, and the spell was disconnected.

She quickly wiped her eyes when she realised she had been crying and looked up to see that Snape was looking at the top shelf of phials that had all burst into tiny shards of glass.

"I can't do this," she said, embarrassment burning her cheeks as she move to stand.

"You can and you will," Snape said as he waved his wand, cleaning up her mess as if he had seen nothing in her head, as if he hadn't been shocked by a thing he'd seen.

"How is that suppose to help?" She asked.

"We will do this over and over again until you have mastered this," Snape explained as he stood stoically in front of her.

"I don't know how.. how it just happens, so how can I control it?" Atria tried to ask, she didn't know what she was doing, was it all so simple to him, was the answer that simple?

"You control yourself, you lose yourself in these moments, and you need to remain in control, don't let your fear cloud you but control it,"

Atria closed her eyes tearfully before wiping them.

"It happens when you're afraid, yes?" He asked her.

"Yes," she said, nodding shakily.

"So fear," he verified.

"Yes," Atria said, choking on her words as she realised what he meant, he raised his wand, and she tried to stop it, "No," but it was too late.

Everything zoomed past her mind's eye as if he was taking his pick of the litter. Which memory would he use to send her tumbling and then build her back up?

The first time Lucius had raised his hand.

The first time he had described in horrid detail the works of her father or the fate of her mother.

The first time she had realised Tom was not all that he seemed.

She felt something happen and she knew she must have shown her weakness.

Snape smelt blood in the water and swooped in.

All of a sudden all she saw was Tom, and Snape saw him too.

The way he would use her own body to torture herself, the way he would shove her and hide her in her mind to control her. The way he used the darkest part of her mind, her memories, her nightmares to frighten her into submission.

She heard the chaos she was causing, the sounds her magic made when released as it flew unyielding to anything, and when she broke out from his spell, she saw her destruction.

The broken cabinets, the shattered glass, the way Snape looked at the scar on his right arm where something must have hit him. A cut fierce enough to slice through the material of his robe. He looked up at her, and she saw his arm move.

"No," she screamed, jumping up from the chair and moving to the door. It was locked though she still pulled and pulled. She wanted it to open desperately, but it didn't budge, and neither did Snape.

She turned to look back at him tears in her eyes. "I can't," she said hopelessly.

"You must," He said, with not a shred of remorse. "Control it," he snapped, "Then you won't fear it. Again!"

"I won't! " Atria said, her voice breaking.

"Yes you will," he said mercilessly,"you wanted this did you not," he said as he walked over to her, and she did nothing to move, the door was locked and she had been told to leave her wand outside. He was right she wanted this to stop she wanted to control it, she knew what she had signed up for snd there was no getting out of it.

"I don't know how," She said, her voice rising as she tried to make him understand. But he simply grabbed her arm and walked her back over to the chair, looking ahead as to ignore her.

"Then you must learn," he said sternly, pushing her back into the chair, "You and your magic are not separate but the same. control it as you would yourself." He finished pulling his wand out, "Again."

The next morning when she woke up she was exhausted, her out of class meetings with Snape had gone on for hours with almost little to no progress. He had only let her go when it became clear no progress was to be made and that was at 11:30. She had almost slept threw her first two classes and had the idea to go to her dormitory and ditch the next ones.

So she went on her way to the hospital wing ready to tell madam Pomfrey of the new mysterious illness she must have contracted when inside she caught sight of Harry.

"Harry," she said worriedly to the tired boy, "what are you doing here?"

Harry looked up at her with tired green eyes that had gone slightly red before he explained to her his vision, the dream that had plagued him from the start of the year.

"The same dream?" Atria asked sitting next to him on the hospital bed.

"It's not the same," he explained, "it's the same place and the same people but it gets more vivid every time."

"It's him," he said after a while.

"Who?" Atria asked

"Voldemort," he whispered.

"Voldemort?" She asked.

"Yes," Harry said verdantly, "And Pettigrew."

Atria winced at his name but still remained calm. "Voldemort's dead Harry," She said gently.

"No Atria, he's not," he continued.

"Harry he c-"

"You've seen it," Harry tried to reason, "with the diary, he's out there he's just weak."

"Harry that's not possible and you know it."

"Do you think your uncle thinks he's dead?" Harry asked over her, making her flinch, "No. They're all waiting for him, why else would he have given you the diary."

"My uncle wasn't a death eater by choice Harry," Atria told him.

"You don't think so, after everything?" Harry asked, his eyes locked on her hardening face, "Atria look at all he has done, how could he not be? Mad eye said it himself, some of Voldemort's most prominent death eaters used the imperious curse as an excuse, what's to say Lucius wasn't lying too."

Atria shook her head because in all honesty she didn't know and she didn't want to know. To much would come unraveling in her mind ig he had been. If harry was right then all she knew was wrong and with that came so much more she wished she would never have to know. And that is why it had to stay the way it had always been. She wasn't going to get caught back up in them, the lies and possibilites. "I don't know, but Harry he died years ago. You should know that better than anyone," Atria said placing her hand over his.

"Even Dumbledore knows it," Harry said persistently, "it's only a matter of time."

"Harry even if you're right," Atria said calmly, "it was only a dream, it's not now."

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