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Every Time I Close My Eyes – Chapter 18
Harry didn't know what to expect as they walked to the Hospital Wing,
but when he got there, the state of his friends left him speechless. Ron was
sat on a bed, eyes red and swollen, just staring straight ahead, Hermione
was sat next to him, watching his face, gripping his hand. Fred and
George looked more upset then Harry had ever seen them, and they were
sat on either side of Ginny. Ginny had a stream of tears running down her
face, and seemed to be saying something over and over, but Harry
couldn't make it out. A bubble of anger rose within him, he had to force
himself not to curse Voldemort out loud. Ron seemed to come out of his
daze and looked over at him. He asked in a voice seeming to come from
far away,
"What happened?" He gestured to Harry's black eye.
"Malfoy," Harry replied. "It's not important." Ron went back to staring
straight ahead. Dumbledore went into Madam Pomfrey's office and he
could hear them murmuring inside. Then she came out and looked at
Harry. She rolled her eyes.
"Knew it wouldn't be long until I had to fix you. Sit down." Harry sat
obediently, happy to get away from the oppressive silence in the room.
She held her wand to his face, moving it in circular motions. Ginny was
still quietly muttering, and Harry strained to hear.
"…..not happening,…..can't be dead….isn't happening…." Harry turned
his head causing Madam Pomfrey to glare at him.
"Ginny?" He asked gently. She didn't seem to hear him.
"She won't answer us." Said Fred quietly. Harry stood up.
"Sit down Potter!" Harry ignored her and crouched infront of Ginny,
holding her hands in his.
"Ginny, you have to listen to me. They aren't dead. I swear to you." He
saw Ron and Hermione turn to look at him. Ginny paused, and whispered,
"How can you know?" A fresh wave of tears fell.
"I dreamt it Ginny. I dreamt it last night. I saw them taken away, they
were alive. I would know it anything else had happened." As Ginny finally
looked him in the eyes, Ron said,
"You saw it happen? They're alive?" Harry heard the hope in his friends
voice.
"Yes. I don't know where they are, but they are alive, and I'll make sure
they stay that way." Harry said the last part to Ginny, who smiled weakly.
The colour had come back to her face, and Fred and George pulled her
into a hug.
"But," Ron continued, "What did you see? Why didn't you tell us this
morning?" He sounded a little angry. As Harry opened his mouth to reply,
Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry can't remember much of his dreams. Talk about it again when
you've all calmed down." Ron looked like he was going to argue, but his
face softened again as Hermione squeezed his hand.
Draco stormed into his common room slamming the door. Some first
years looked up, but he ignored them and headed to his dorm. A
detention! For nothing! Draco has a sneaking suspicion Mortority gave
Potter that black eye, and he, Draco, had been an easy scapegoat. Not the
Imperious Curse then. Mortority was controlling Harry some other way.
He had got into his empty dorm by now and flopped on his bed, so
jumped when he heard a voice.
"Hello Draco." Draco turned and focused on the shadows, then his eyes
narrowed.
"Father." He said curtly.
"How goes your schooling?" It was said with a tone of indifference Draco
was used to. His father didn't really want to know. He replied as he
always did.
"Everything is fine." There was a pause, each looking in different
directions.
"It will soon be time for you to leave, Draco." His father said suddenly.
Draco had always known he would leave the school sometime, but now it
was happening he went cold inside.
"When?"
"I will come for you. Things are happening, Draco, and you will be a part
of them." Draco didn't answer, he looked away. When his father said
nothing more, he gathered his courage, saying…
"What if…." He trailed off as he realised Lucious was gone.
Harry sat in his common room, watching the flames of the fire flickering
happily. Tomorrow he would be duelling to find the winner of the second
round. He knew Mortority would interfere, and he knew there was
absolutely nothing he could do to stop him. Hermione sat across from him.
Ron and his family were spending the night in the hospital wing, and
Dumbledore had said to give them some time alone together. Harry found
it hard to breath just thinking of his friend's parents chained up the way he
had seen. But they would be together again soon, he wouldn't let them
down.
"That was nice what you said to Ginny. That was the first coherent word
we heard out of her." said Hermione. Harry said nothing. He knew what
was coming.
"What happened to them? What did you see?" Her voice had a pleading
edge, but there was nothing he could tell her.
"I told you, I don't remember much."
"But what do you remember?" Harry stood up and turned to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow Herm." Hermione stood up too.
"Harry, I'm sorry, it's just that....." She blinked the wetness from her eyes.
"...this week, well, the last few weeks, have been hard, you know?" Harry
nodded. He knew all right. She continued,
"I'm just trying to see some sense out of all of this." Harry turned back to
her.
"Everything will be ok Herm. We just have to hang on. I promise you it'll
be all right." She smiled at him.
"You sound so sure." Harry walked to the stairs, then turned and said,
"I am."
Harry woke up blearily to the sound of Dean's alarm. He had dreamt of
the place again, a huge stone room lit by flickering purple light. But this
time it seemed almost familiar. Then again, he'd dreamt about it every
night since Sirius was taken, he thought. He looked around at his friends.
Dean would normally be in a good natured fight with Seamus by now
about the early hour of the morning, but Seamus was silently getting
dressed and Dean has stuffed his alarm clock violently back inside his
trunk. He saw Neville look with a pained face to Ron's bed, then quickly
start dressing. Harry looked at the empty bed too. It was the second time
this year the sight had chilled him, and he blamed himself for both.
Neville looked up after pulling on his robes. Harry was staring at Ron's
bed. He saw him sigh then turn to his trunk, and he got out something that
glowed in his hand. Dean and Seamus wandered past and down to the
common room. Neville was curious.
"Harry?" He saw the black haired boy tense up, then relax as he realised
who had said his name.
"Oh, hey Neville."
"Second round today." Instantly he knew he'd said the wrong thing,
Harry's face settled back into the depressed mask he'd been wearing much
over the past few weeks.
"Um, I'm sure you'll do well." Neville added. This didn't seem to help.
"So am I." Harry's voice sounded so grim, Neville went for a change of
subject.
"Er...what's that? I've never seen one of those before." He gestured to the
glowing crystal. Harry explained it was a birthday present from Hagrid,
and explained about Pensieves. Neville had never heard of them before.
"So you can put your thoughts in there?"
"Yes. It seems to make me feel better when I do. Like when my head feels
too full and hasn't got space for any more, then this....er....makes space."
"Can I see?" Harry looked uncomfortable.
"Um, I'd rather not. It's kind of, private."
"Oh, ok." Silence settled again. "Where did you learn about Pensieves?"
"I accidentally fell into Dumbledore's last year."
"You saw his thoughts?" Asked Neville incredulously.
"Yes." Harry looked sad again.
"That bad?" asked Neville.
"I saw some trials, in a wizard Court. Death Eaters being sent to
Azkaban."
"But that's good. " Said Neville with utter certainty. "That's where they
deserve to be." Anger rose as he thought back to his last 'family visit'.
Harry was looking at him with sympathy.
"What?" said Neville. Realising he had no reason to snap at Harry, he
quickly said,
"Look, we should get to the Hall. Second round starts in five minutes."
"You're watching?"
"Of course, want to cheer you on don't we? I'm not about to go watch the
Slytherin second round!" Following Neville gloomily out of the dorm,
Harry's thoughts were suddenly with Draco Malfoy.
Draco sat in the stands. Slytherin's second round was on the Quidditch
pitch. He had won his first duel against a cocky first year. They had tried
to disarm him, a first year! He had confused them with a quick tickling
charm and knocked them off their feet. What was bothering him was the
unexpected watcher. Mortority was there, that annoying smirk on his face.
Why wasn't he watching Potter? Draco remembered the look of pure
hatred Mortority had given him after Harry left in the hallway. Draco had
given as good as he got. He looked up as cheers arose from the crowd.
The seventh year had knocked out the sixth year, literally knocked them
out. There was now the second year left, a girl Draco hardly recognised,
him and the seventh year boy. He watched their names flash, written on
the air, and his own glowed.
The young girl walked out to the pitch, head held high. The seventh year
boy was looking very smug. He bowed theatrically to the small girl,
getting laughter from the crowd and a few half hearted boo's.
Snape shot up green sparks. The first spells hit each other and richoted off
in different directions, dissipating as they reached the white line. The boy
blasted fire at the girl's leg, and Draco heard her yelp in pain. She limped
backwards, the boy laughing at her. She cowered a little as he stepped
forwards, wand raised. Then, "OOF!" Her frail smile had been replaced
by a cruel smirk. She had duped him, and as he had got close enough
brought her knee into his groin. As the crowd cheered and the boy sank to
the ground with a whimper, her name appeared opposite Draco's. Draco
couldn't help smiling, she was a true Slytherin.
As he walked back to the field, he heard someone clapping especially
hard. He turned to see Mortority looking straight at him, clapping his
hands together. Draco turned his back on him and walked into position.
The green sparks shone above him. Neither moved for a second sizing
each other up. Then she shouted "Expelliarmus!" and he was forced to
jump out of the way. He shouted "Reducto!" But she met it with another
spell, and they became a shower of sparks in mid air. Racking his brains,
Draco came up with something, but had to dodge away again. He sensed
something move behind him, but couldn't risk averting his eyes for a
second. He shouted the cord tying curse to tie her feet together. His
triumphant smile faded though, as he realised something was horribly
wrong. The cords didn't stop at her feet, they crept up her body as she hit
the floor, lashing tighter and tighter. Snape ran forward as Draco's name
went into the winning position. The ropes were up to her chest, and he
could hear her wheezing. He stepped forward, but turned at the sound of
very loud clapping. Mortority was grinning at him, and laughed as he
walked away back towards the school.
Harry danced to the side as the seventh year's spell scorched the floor. A
near miss had left his wand arm bleeding, and the seventh year's spells
were coming fast and furious. Harry had to dodge again as red fire circled
towards him. It was the last duel, he had to win it for the second round.
Harry just needed the right moment to set off reducto, his opponent was
injured on their right leg, and already off balance. Harry coughed away
some residual smoke, and saw Mortority enter the Hall. The professor
glanced at the score board and grinned at him. Harry had to do something
before he interfered. Suddenly a blast to his left, then one straight on his
right, igniting the wooden floor. They were trying to make him step over
the line. Harry looked up as the boy aimed another blast where Harry was
standing. The spell was shouted, and as the fire curved his way, Harry
tensed, then jumped as high as he could. He felt his left leg burn, but
shouted "Reducto!". The boy slammed into the floor just as Harry landed,
his leg buckling. He looked up to the board. Shining in the winner's
position was 'Harry Potter." The seventh year banged his fist on the floor
in frustration.
After Madam Pomfrey's assistant had fussed over him, Harry set off back
to the Hospital wing. 6 days to go he thought, whispering it over and over
like a mantra. He turned a corner and nearly walked into a strange
procession. Professor Snape was walking briskly towards Madam
Pomfrey's with a floating stretcher infront of him, carrying a young girl
who was very pale. Harry could see angry red lines around her neck and
on her face. Following behind, white as death, was Draco Malfoy. Harry
ran to catch up.
"Draco, what happened?" Draco turned at the sound of his voice, his eyes
wide and round.
"Mortority happened." He whispered.
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Author's notes: thankyou all the lovely reviewers! The story will not be
deleted, as I have decided to just continually mock the freak in my A N's
instead. He shall now be known as " The Lifeless One." Hope you're
liking it, as I said, I think we'll be done within the week, but don't hold
me to it. Next chapter people finally start seeing Mortority isn't as nice as
they all think, many many different pov's, We get a few coherent
sentences from Ron and Herm and may even see some final round action!
It won't be the last chapter though, don't worry. :)
Author's notes: See bottom of page
Every Time I Close My Eyes – Chapter 18
Harry didn't know what to expect as they walked to the Hospital Wing,
but when he got there, the state of his friends left him speechless. Ron was
sat on a bed, eyes red and swollen, just staring straight ahead, Hermione
was sat next to him, watching his face, gripping his hand. Fred and
George looked more upset then Harry had ever seen them, and they were
sat on either side of Ginny. Ginny had a stream of tears running down her
face, and seemed to be saying something over and over, but Harry
couldn't make it out. A bubble of anger rose within him, he had to force
himself not to curse Voldemort out loud. Ron seemed to come out of his
daze and looked over at him. He asked in a voice seeming to come from
far away,
"What happened?" He gestured to Harry's black eye.
"Malfoy," Harry replied. "It's not important." Ron went back to staring
straight ahead. Dumbledore went into Madam Pomfrey's office and he
could hear them murmuring inside. Then she came out and looked at
Harry. She rolled her eyes.
"Knew it wouldn't be long until I had to fix you. Sit down." Harry sat
obediently, happy to get away from the oppressive silence in the room.
She held her wand to his face, moving it in circular motions. Ginny was
still quietly muttering, and Harry strained to hear.
"…..not happening,…..can't be dead….isn't happening…." Harry turned
his head causing Madam Pomfrey to glare at him.
"Ginny?" He asked gently. She didn't seem to hear him.
"She won't answer us." Said Fred quietly. Harry stood up.
"Sit down Potter!" Harry ignored her and crouched infront of Ginny,
holding her hands in his.
"Ginny, you have to listen to me. They aren't dead. I swear to you." He
saw Ron and Hermione turn to look at him. Ginny paused, and whispered,
"How can you know?" A fresh wave of tears fell.
"I dreamt it Ginny. I dreamt it last night. I saw them taken away, they
were alive. I would know it anything else had happened." As Ginny finally
looked him in the eyes, Ron said,
"You saw it happen? They're alive?" Harry heard the hope in his friends
voice.
"Yes. I don't know where they are, but they are alive, and I'll make sure
they stay that way." Harry said the last part to Ginny, who smiled weakly.
The colour had come back to her face, and Fred and George pulled her
into a hug.
"But," Ron continued, "What did you see? Why didn't you tell us this
morning?" He sounded a little angry. As Harry opened his mouth to reply,
Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry can't remember much of his dreams. Talk about it again when
you've all calmed down." Ron looked like he was going to argue, but his
face softened again as Hermione squeezed his hand.
Draco stormed into his common room slamming the door. Some first
years looked up, but he ignored them and headed to his dorm. A
detention! For nothing! Draco has a sneaking suspicion Mortority gave
Potter that black eye, and he, Draco, had been an easy scapegoat. Not the
Imperious Curse then. Mortority was controlling Harry some other way.
He had got into his empty dorm by now and flopped on his bed, so
jumped when he heard a voice.
"Hello Draco." Draco turned and focused on the shadows, then his eyes
narrowed.
"Father." He said curtly.
"How goes your schooling?" It was said with a tone of indifference Draco
was used to. His father didn't really want to know. He replied as he
always did.
"Everything is fine." There was a pause, each looking in different
directions.
"It will soon be time for you to leave, Draco." His father said suddenly.
Draco had always known he would leave the school sometime, but now it
was happening he went cold inside.
"When?"
"I will come for you. Things are happening, Draco, and you will be a part
of them." Draco didn't answer, he looked away. When his father said
nothing more, he gathered his courage, saying…
"What if…." He trailed off as he realised Lucious was gone.
Harry sat in his common room, watching the flames of the fire flickering
happily. Tomorrow he would be duelling to find the winner of the second
round. He knew Mortority would interfere, and he knew there was
absolutely nothing he could do to stop him. Hermione sat across from him.
Ron and his family were spending the night in the hospital wing, and
Dumbledore had said to give them some time alone together. Harry found
it hard to breath just thinking of his friend's parents chained up the way he
had seen. But they would be together again soon, he wouldn't let them
down.
"That was nice what you said to Ginny. That was the first coherent word
we heard out of her." said Hermione. Harry said nothing. He knew what
was coming.
"What happened to them? What did you see?" Her voice had a pleading
edge, but there was nothing he could tell her.
"I told you, I don't remember much."
"But what do you remember?" Harry stood up and turned to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow Herm." Hermione stood up too.
"Harry, I'm sorry, it's just that....." She blinked the wetness from her eyes.
"...this week, well, the last few weeks, have been hard, you know?" Harry
nodded. He knew all right. She continued,
"I'm just trying to see some sense out of all of this." Harry turned back to
her.
"Everything will be ok Herm. We just have to hang on. I promise you it'll
be all right." She smiled at him.
"You sound so sure." Harry walked to the stairs, then turned and said,
"I am."
Harry woke up blearily to the sound of Dean's alarm. He had dreamt of
the place again, a huge stone room lit by flickering purple light. But this
time it seemed almost familiar. Then again, he'd dreamt about it every
night since Sirius was taken, he thought. He looked around at his friends.
Dean would normally be in a good natured fight with Seamus by now
about the early hour of the morning, but Seamus was silently getting
dressed and Dean has stuffed his alarm clock violently back inside his
trunk. He saw Neville look with a pained face to Ron's bed, then quickly
start dressing. Harry looked at the empty bed too. It was the second time
this year the sight had chilled him, and he blamed himself for both.
Neville looked up after pulling on his robes. Harry was staring at Ron's
bed. He saw him sigh then turn to his trunk, and he got out something that
glowed in his hand. Dean and Seamus wandered past and down to the
common room. Neville was curious.
"Harry?" He saw the black haired boy tense up, then relax as he realised
who had said his name.
"Oh, hey Neville."
"Second round today." Instantly he knew he'd said the wrong thing,
Harry's face settled back into the depressed mask he'd been wearing much
over the past few weeks.
"Um, I'm sure you'll do well." Neville added. This didn't seem to help.
"So am I." Harry's voice sounded so grim, Neville went for a change of
subject.
"Er...what's that? I've never seen one of those before." He gestured to the
glowing crystal. Harry explained it was a birthday present from Hagrid,
and explained about Pensieves. Neville had never heard of them before.
"So you can put your thoughts in there?"
"Yes. It seems to make me feel better when I do. Like when my head feels
too full and hasn't got space for any more, then this....er....makes space."
"Can I see?" Harry looked uncomfortable.
"Um, I'd rather not. It's kind of, private."
"Oh, ok." Silence settled again. "Where did you learn about Pensieves?"
"I accidentally fell into Dumbledore's last year."
"You saw his thoughts?" Asked Neville incredulously.
"Yes." Harry looked sad again.
"That bad?" asked Neville.
"I saw some trials, in a wizard Court. Death Eaters being sent to
Azkaban."
"But that's good. " Said Neville with utter certainty. "That's where they
deserve to be." Anger rose as he thought back to his last 'family visit'.
Harry was looking at him with sympathy.
"What?" said Neville. Realising he had no reason to snap at Harry, he
quickly said,
"Look, we should get to the Hall. Second round starts in five minutes."
"You're watching?"
"Of course, want to cheer you on don't we? I'm not about to go watch the
Slytherin second round!" Following Neville gloomily out of the dorm,
Harry's thoughts were suddenly with Draco Malfoy.
Draco sat in the stands. Slytherin's second round was on the Quidditch
pitch. He had won his first duel against a cocky first year. They had tried
to disarm him, a first year! He had confused them with a quick tickling
charm and knocked them off their feet. What was bothering him was the
unexpected watcher. Mortority was there, that annoying smirk on his face.
Why wasn't he watching Potter? Draco remembered the look of pure
hatred Mortority had given him after Harry left in the hallway. Draco had
given as good as he got. He looked up as cheers arose from the crowd.
The seventh year had knocked out the sixth year, literally knocked them
out. There was now the second year left, a girl Draco hardly recognised,
him and the seventh year boy. He watched their names flash, written on
the air, and his own glowed.
The young girl walked out to the pitch, head held high. The seventh year
boy was looking very smug. He bowed theatrically to the small girl,
getting laughter from the crowd and a few half hearted boo's.
Snape shot up green sparks. The first spells hit each other and richoted off
in different directions, dissipating as they reached the white line. The boy
blasted fire at the girl's leg, and Draco heard her yelp in pain. She limped
backwards, the boy laughing at her. She cowered a little as he stepped
forwards, wand raised. Then, "OOF!" Her frail smile had been replaced
by a cruel smirk. She had duped him, and as he had got close enough
brought her knee into his groin. As the crowd cheered and the boy sank to
the ground with a whimper, her name appeared opposite Draco's. Draco
couldn't help smiling, she was a true Slytherin.
As he walked back to the field, he heard someone clapping especially
hard. He turned to see Mortority looking straight at him, clapping his
hands together. Draco turned his back on him and walked into position.
The green sparks shone above him. Neither moved for a second sizing
each other up. Then she shouted "Expelliarmus!" and he was forced to
jump out of the way. He shouted "Reducto!" But she met it with another
spell, and they became a shower of sparks in mid air. Racking his brains,
Draco came up with something, but had to dodge away again. He sensed
something move behind him, but couldn't risk averting his eyes for a
second. He shouted the cord tying curse to tie her feet together. His
triumphant smile faded though, as he realised something was horribly
wrong. The cords didn't stop at her feet, they crept up her body as she hit
the floor, lashing tighter and tighter. Snape ran forward as Draco's name
went into the winning position. The ropes were up to her chest, and he
could hear her wheezing. He stepped forward, but turned at the sound of
very loud clapping. Mortority was grinning at him, and laughed as he
walked away back towards the school.
Harry danced to the side as the seventh year's spell scorched the floor. A
near miss had left his wand arm bleeding, and the seventh year's spells
were coming fast and furious. Harry had to dodge again as red fire circled
towards him. It was the last duel, he had to win it for the second round.
Harry just needed the right moment to set off reducto, his opponent was
injured on their right leg, and already off balance. Harry coughed away
some residual smoke, and saw Mortority enter the Hall. The professor
glanced at the score board and grinned at him. Harry had to do something
before he interfered. Suddenly a blast to his left, then one straight on his
right, igniting the wooden floor. They were trying to make him step over
the line. Harry looked up as the boy aimed another blast where Harry was
standing. The spell was shouted, and as the fire curved his way, Harry
tensed, then jumped as high as he could. He felt his left leg burn, but
shouted "Reducto!". The boy slammed into the floor just as Harry landed,
his leg buckling. He looked up to the board. Shining in the winner's
position was 'Harry Potter." The seventh year banged his fist on the floor
in frustration.
After Madam Pomfrey's assistant had fussed over him, Harry set off back
to the Hospital wing. 6 days to go he thought, whispering it over and over
like a mantra. He turned a corner and nearly walked into a strange
procession. Professor Snape was walking briskly towards Madam
Pomfrey's with a floating stretcher infront of him, carrying a young girl
who was very pale. Harry could see angry red lines around her neck and
on her face. Following behind, white as death, was Draco Malfoy. Harry
ran to catch up.
"Draco, what happened?" Draco turned at the sound of his voice, his eyes
wide and round.
"Mortority happened." He whispered.
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Author's notes: thankyou all the lovely reviewers! The story will not be
deleted, as I have decided to just continually mock the freak in my A N's
instead. He shall now be known as " The Lifeless One." Hope you're
liking it, as I said, I think we'll be done within the week, but don't hold
me to it. Next chapter people finally start seeing Mortority isn't as nice as
they all think, many many different pov's, We get a few coherent
sentences from Ron and Herm and may even see some final round action!
It won't be the last chapter though, don't worry. :)