Harry Potter and the Evil Twin
Chapter 11: Findoum
"Oh my lord! What the, what happened?" Professor McGonagall wailed as she saw the figure lying on the Hospital bed.
"I have no idea," Albus Dumbledore replied. "Filch was the one who found him down in the dungeons."
"Is he… alive?" Professor McGonagall asked not really wanting to know the answer.
"Yes, but barely. Mr. Malfoy is unconscious at the moment," Dumbledore answered.
"Poppy, could you do something about all those cuts?" Professor McGonagall asked Madam Pomfry.
"Yes, I was just about to do that," Madam Pomfry said as she walked over to a stand where she was brewing a potion. "This should take away most of the cuts and bruises."
"So everything is repairable?" Professor McGonagall asked looking towards Draco. God, what happened to him, she thought to herself. She had never really liked Draco Malfoy much as a student, but right now she had mixed feelings The poor thing, she thought again.
"Yes, but he'll need stitches on his head. Dumbledore, I think you might find this very strange," Madam Pomfry explained leaving her potion and returning to the bed where Draco was laying. She pulled up what was left of his tattered robes revealing Draco's stomach.
"Good lord," Dumbledore muttered as he looked at the large X-shaped scar that ran from Draco's stomach all the way up to the bottom of his neck. "Poppy, please be sure to notify me right away when Mr. Malfoy wakes up. I need to find out more about who did this to him."
"Yes sir," Madam Pomfry answered returning to her potion. When she was finished, she carried the potion back to the bed and spooned it all over Draco's cuts. The potion fizzed and then dissolved into the cuts. The three professors waited in silence for a moment and then, like a chemical reaction, the potion retracted, and shot out all over the room. The three watched in horror as Draco's skin turned bright red, like it was on fire, and started to give off steam.
"Findoum!" Dumbledore said as he pointed his wand at Draco. The redness stopped and returned to his normal flesh color.
"Findoum?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously. "I've heard of that. Wait… Albus you don't think it was-"
"Well I'm not sure," Dumbledore replied. "But it would take a powerful wizard to make the spell, Findoum, happen."
"Albus, I'm sorry to ask, but what is Findoum?" Madam Pomfry asked curiously.
"Well, when a potion from the Light side tries to cure a spell inflicted on a person that was harmed by a powerful wizard from the Dark side, Findoum occurs. The skin of the harmed person gets all red and burns up, just like Mr. Malfoy's did. Only a dark wizard could do something like that." Dumbledore replied.
"Why didn't the cuts go away?" Prodessor McGonagall asked.
"They won't go away, well not by magic at least. He'll just have to wait them out like the Muggles do. There's nothing we can do. That's how Findoum works." Dumbledore explained.
"So you're saying it's You Know Who?" Madam Pomfry inquired.
"Well I don't know for sure. This could have been done by a number of powerful dark wizards. I have a feeling it's not Voldemort, though. We just better keep this whole Voldemort thing quiet. I don't want to scare all the students." After Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore left, Madam Pomfry returned to her office. While the three had been talking, they thought the had been alone, but that wasn't totally true. Neville Longbottom had awoken from his sleep and over heard the whole conversation.
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Meanwhile
After lunch had ended, Harry Potter made his way to Hagrid's hut, retracing the familiar path. As he opened the door to the hut, Harry was blown over by Fang licking his face. Harry pet the dog and crawled out from beneath him.
"Arry! Good to see ya! How've ya been doin?" Hagrid said merrily offering him some tea. After they had talked for a while, Hagrid walked over to his bed, and pulled something out from beneath it. "I all most forgot. Good ol Dumbledore had givin me this a long time ago. I just membered this the other day, and I thought you'd like it."
Hagrid plopped a large book on the table. It looked like a dusty, old, photo album. Harry opened it slowly and what he saw surprised him. He was right, it was a photo album and contained pictures of Harry as a baby with his mum and dad.
"Wow, thanks Hagrid!" Harry said happily flipping through the pages not wanting to look away. As he neared the end of the book, Harry noticed some pages had been ripped out. "Hagrid, some pages were ripped out."
"Yea, I know. Don't know where they went either. Well you better get back tom school Harry. You don't want to be late for class," Hagrid said changing the subject.
"Yeah you're right, Harry said glancing at his watch. "Thanks again Hagrid." With that Harry reached for the book and made his way back to Hogwarts.
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When Draco Malfoy finally awoke, he was lying in a hospital bed with a pounding headache. As he looked down at his bare chest he saw a large scar running all down his stomach and cuts and bruises all of his body. Draco tried to sit up, but it hurt too much. There was something stinging on his head. Draco reached up to see what it was, and felt stitches. At that moment, Madam Pomfry walked in.
"Oh good, your awake. Hold on for a second while I go tell Professor Dumbledore," she announced and quickly walked back out through the door. Draco looked around the room. He was in the hospital wing, but he hadn't the faintest idea why. He tried to recall what happened last night.
Draco remembered that he couldn't sleep last night so he had gone for a walk and met… Hermione! Draco searched his brain, trying to remember more clearly. He had met Hermione and, and then they had gone out side. Yes that's it, Draco thought to himself. But what did I do next? Draco remembered going back to the Slytherin Common Room and then… he couldn't think. The rest was foggy. At that moment, the door opened and in came Madam Pomfry accompanied by Professor Dumbledore.
"It's good to see you awake," Dumbledore said with a worried expression on his face. "Now Draco, I need to know exactly what happened and who did this to you."
"I…I can't remember," Draco replied looking up at Dumbledore aged face. "I can remember everything else that I did yesterday, except that."
"Are you sure? You remember nothing about what happened last night?" Dumbledore asked.
"I can only remember everything up to after all the classes ended. Everything else is blank," Draco answered.
"All right then," Dumbledore sighed getting up from the bed. "If you remember anything more, please notify me." After Dumbledore had left, Madam Pomfry returned to where Draco was lying and took his temperature.
"Good, no temperature," Madam Pomfry said taking the thermometer out of Draco's mouth. "I can fix most of the broken bones but your cuts and bruises are another thing. I'm afraid your just going to have to wait for them to heel by themselves like a muggle." Oh, great Draco thought sarcastically. All I want to be is a muggle right now. "Now the best thing to do right now is too get a good night sleep." Draco nodded and Madam Pomfry returned to her office.
Draco tried to close his eyes and drift off to sleep but there was just too many things on his mind. He searched his brain over and over again until his head started to ache, but still, Draco could not recall what had happened. It was about midnight when Madam Pomfry stepped out of her office again. Draco shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep. She took one last glance at him and then walked through the door and locked it. Draco tried again to go fall sleep, but all of a sudden there was a loud crash from one of the widows. Draco turned his head to see what was going on and saw a bunch of glass lying on the floor below the window and a hooded figure waking nearer. As the figure took off his mask, Draco recognized who it was.
"No!" Draco yelled trying to get up from the bed. Every muscle in his body felt as if it were on fire as he half crawled-half fell onto the floor from the bed. "Get away form me! Help!" Draco cried in pain, crawling along the floor dragging his broken leg behind him. The figure got closer and closer to Draco. The figure reached for his wand at muttered something under his breath.
And then…everything went black.
The End (until next time)
Ok how was this story? Did you guess that the boy in the dungeon was Draco? I thought that was sort of obvious. Anyway really concentrate on these questions: Why can't Draco remember what happened and who is the figure that attacks Draco in the hospital wing? I know I said this was going to be a Harry Potter series…but for you to get a better understanding of the hole story plot, I need to go through other characters points of view. (also Draco is my favorite character so, of course, I had to make him a main one) I have gotten some complaints about Draco being such a wussy, so I'm going to make him be like his usual self again, but nicer. Now for the romance going on in the story, it's either going to be Hermione and Harry or Hermione and Draco. Personally I'm more of a H/D fan, but you'll just have to wait and see. Oh yeah and don't worry this is a PG/PG-13 series so the romance stuff isn't going to get really serious…so don't you worry.