A.N. God, I cannot get enough time to type anymore! Two weeks to get up one chapter! *sigh * I'll try and speed up my typing, I promise. Durn school…
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Malena
'Oh, my, god. My head hurts so much,' Harry thought. 'What the hell happened?'
He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see where he was, just in case he was in Voldemort's lair or something. When he heard someone humming a slow tune beside him, he decided to open his eyes slightly. He realized instantly that he was on some sort of bed. Someone was sitting beside the bed, but without his glasses he couldn't tell who it was. He started to sit up, but when he tried he gasped in pain. The figure turned and said, "Harry! You're up!"
"Sirius?" Harry said groggily.
"Harry are you okay?" Asked Sirius' familiar voice softly. "You took quite a fall out there."
"Am I in the hospital wing?"
"Yes. Madame Pomfrey has been informed about my… er… situation."
"What happened?"
Sirius gave a slight laugh. "I was hoping you could tell me that, Harry."
"I-I'm not really sure," Harry said, reaching around to a bedside table to find his glasses. He put them on and looked around the wing. Nothing was on fire. There were no scorch marks or anything. Hogwarts hadn't been on fire…
"Harry? If you don't want to tell me now it's okay," Sirius said quickly. "I mean, if you want to rest for now it's all right."
"No. No, it's fine. I-I don't know what it was but, I was flying and I looked over at Hogwarts. It was the weirdest thing… Hogwarts was burning."
Sirius raised his eyebrow.
"I know it sounds weird, but it was frightening. I guess it shocked me so much that I fell off my broom. That's pretty much all I remember about it."
Sirius was frowning and staring at a place on the wall.
"What-what happened after I fell?" Harry asked.
"George quickly flew down and slowed you down before you broke your neck or something. You still have injuries though. We aren't quite sure how you got them, but we'll figure it out." Sirius gave Harry a reassuring smile, and he returned it.
~*~
I cannot take this anymore
I'm saying everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
~*~
Sirius watched as his godson started to seep into slumber once more. He had been so worried when he had received the owl from Remus and Dumbledore, saying that that Harry was in the hospital wing because he had fallen off his broom. Sirius had nearly dashed out of the room without his disguise on. Supposedly dead wizards don't do well running into a school.
When Sirius had arrived at Hogwarts he went straight to the hospital wing. Remus explained what had happened to him hurriedly.
"He has a few injuries. He has bruises all over his arms and back… we don't know how he got them though. We asked Hermione and Ron, but they don't know either… maybe he fell out of bed or something. Anyway, that wasn't the worst or most peculiar of the injuries…"
The burns. There were burns on his arms and on his legs. How had he gotten them?
Harry had said that he had seen the school burning. But that didn't explain how he go the burns. Seeing things doesn't make it necessarily true. Something was wrong. Sirius put on his disguise, and prepared to depart. He couldn't stay at Hogwarts for very long, but he wanted to see Dumbledore before he left. Something was very very wrong…
~*~
Voldemort smiled evilly, flexing his fingers as he looked into a bowl of liquid. In the bowl he could see the Potter boy lying on the bed, bruises everywhere. He could vaguely see the red burns that were covered in an orange paste on his arms.
Poor, poor Potter… Voldemort thought, cracking his fingers. Such a shame…
Voldemort watched as Nagini came slithering into the room, curling around into a semi circle.
He should call a meeting soon… it had been a while since he had tortured anyone besides Potter… Perhaps he should give his friend Severus a good shock…
Voldemort's smile grew wider as he yelled for one of the Death Eaters that were roaming around the old house. Two or three appeared instantly. Voldemort beckoned one of them forward, and made him stick out his left arm.
Voldemort always loved to see them squirm as he placed one of his cold fingers upon their Dark Mark. He loved the look of agony upon their faces. They would always try to pull away from the pain. Voldemort gave an evil chuckle, before releasing the Death Eater. The others would be arriving soon…
Damn! Snape thought as he felt the Mark upon his arm burn. He was in a meeting at the moment. The staff sort of stared at him as he got up in the middle of McGonnogal's speech.
"Excuse me, Severus," McGonnogal said. "But I believe it's my turn to speak. I don't recall you letting me get up and wander out of the meeting."
"The circumstances are different for you, Minerva," Snape said, duplicating her impatience. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off."
And with that Snape swept from the room, his black robes billowing after him.
~*~
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
~*~
Hermione and Ron were visiting him now. They were just kind of staring at him. Harry could tell, even though he was pretending to be asleep.
"Do you know why he fell?" Hermione whispered.
"No… no one ever said," Ron replied.
"What happened up there?"
"Hermione, you're asking me questions I can't answer!"
"But seriously, do you think he's going to be okay?"
"Of course I am," Harry said hoarsely, opening his eyes a crack. Hermione squealed and threw her arms around Harry's neck. He gasped in pain when one of her arms made contact with a tender bruise.
"I'm so sorry Harry," she whispered.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked, looking pale. "You took quite a fall."
"We were so worried!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I'm fine," Harry said, giving a small smile. "Honestly. I bet I'll be back in classes tomorrow or the day after that."
"What happened out there?" Hermione asked, repeating the question that she had asked Ron.
Harry sighed and sat up more, even though he still had the throbbing pain in his head.
He began to explain everything. How he saw the fire, how he heard the screams, everything. Hermione and Ron sat in rapt attention, not speaking until Harry was done with his story. They just sort of stared at him afterward, still silent.
"Well… what do you think it means?" Harry asked.
"That's too bizarre," Hermione whispered. "And you have burns?"
"Had," Harry corrected, showing his arms that had been healed.
"So, even though there was no fire, you still got injured from it?" Ron asked, wrinkling his forehead.
"Yeah…"
"Maybe I should go read up on this," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I mean, I've never heard of something like this before… but they're bound to have something in the Library."
"Is that all you can think about? Books?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Ron! I'm going to research to see if I can find a way for it not to happen again!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry sort of grinned as his friends started bickering. It was only a matter of time before Harry had to break them up. Madame Pomfrey came over, to tell the two of them that they had to leave him in peace. They both said goodbye and left. Once again, Harry was left alone with his thoughts.
~*~
"He must begin his training soon. We don't know how much time he has left before Voldemort attacks."
"Give him a week to recover from his fall. Then we'll begin his training."
"A week might be too long."
"I'll tell him about it this weekend. There's going to be a trip to Hogsmeade, isn't there?"
"Yes."
"We'll just have to pray that nothing happens until then…"
~*~
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
~*~
Darkness… Surrounding him, engulfing him, killing him. Slowly and painfully. He could see their scabby hands and their flaking skin. Dead people. Surrounding him. Pulling him under the ground… he struggled and kicked one of them. It's head rolled off of its neck, and landed a few feet away. He recognized the face. He saw the familiar features that had clouded his dreams many times before. Cedric Diggory. Its mouth was open slightly and it chanted, "You killed me. You killed me. I'm dead because of you. It's all your fault… I should be alive. You should be dead. DEAD!"
"No…" Harry moaned. "I didn't mean to! I never wanted you dead!"
"You killed us Harry," said another slightly familiar voice. "You killed us both. We're dead because of you."
Harry turned to look at one of the other corpses that were trying to pull him under the ground. His mother… She was horribly pale. Her hair was wispy and dirty. She was almost pure white, except for her eyes. They were no longer the brilliant green that they had been, but they were red. A bright, brilliant red.
"You killed me. You killed your father…" She said, pulling him under even more. "It's all your fault."
"NO!" Harry screamed. "I didn't mean to! I never wanted you dead! I NEVER WANTED YOU DEAD!"
"You killed us," said another voice. The voice of his father. "You know you did. You know it…"
"Please," Harry begged. "Let me go! Let me GO!"
They didn't listen. They just continued to pull him further and further under the earth. And then all he saw was darkness…
Harry woke up screaming and yelling. He was lucky that he was now the only person in the hospital wing, for the other injured students had been sent back to their dorms. Harry sat panting and shaking, scared half to death from the dream he had had. It was so real. He could practically feel the hands still clawing at him. He could still see his parent's faces. Could still hear their voices… He could visualize Cedric's head, chanting, "You killed me…."
Harry ignored the tears that mingled with the sweat on his face, and lay back down on his pillow. No matter what he did he couldn't erase the thoughts that crept into his head.
They were right…It is your fault…You should be dead….
"No…" Harry whispered. "No…"
Yes…
Harry rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but sleep didn't come again.
~*~
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again
Just like before...
~*~
