Chapter 6: Revenge I figured that if anyone was actually bothering to read my fanfic they would have read 4 chapters and would be dying for more...but because the damn site finds the need to screw up all the time I've had a bit of a problem putting more chapters on it...so I figured that to make up for it I would write you all another chapter to make up for it.

Now be warned...this chapter is going to be exciting...when it comes to revenge, this is one chapter you will not, any of you, be willing to miss...ahhh it's a page turner all right.

Anyway less talking more...writing???

October was here, and with that so was Halloween. The foursome were all looking very forward to this...especially because it was announced that a Hogsmeade trip was scheduled for that day. Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at Jelly when they first read this message. Jelly, appearing as though she could read minds (which she probably could) said that she was allowed to go. As soon as she said that though she suddenly cried out loud. "Ouch!" Harry turned around just to see Draco Malfoy walking past, looking very pleased with himself. Just like him, thought Harry shaking his head. Ever since Malfoy had managed to control Jely and she had been so defenceless against it, malfoy had developed his usual I-am-so-great attitude towards the foursome, and in doing so caused jelly a lot of anger. Harry could feel it. "He really needs a good talking to," said Jelly at that moment. "Yeah, well I wouldn't recommend another wall slam Jelly...you have to be original...especially in Potions class so Snape is too awed to give you detention. I do however recommend something...if for our enjoyment rather then anything else." Ron was the one that said that. Clearly he was hoping for Jelly to do some real damage. The four of them strolled back to the common room and sat down in a corner. They all seemed to have developed their own positions in that corner. Ron would usually stand, Hermione would sit on a chair, and Harry and Jelly would usually sit on a table. It was Jelly that brought out this habit. She said it made her feel higher. Harry had to agree...mind you he and Jelly were the shortest, so anything could make him feel high. Hermione suddenly gasped. She'd been gazing airlessly around and her eyes brought focus on Harry and Jelly, who were talking about Quidditch tactics. They stopped to look at her. "What?" "You two. It's unbelievable. The similarities between you are uncanny." Harry and Jelly looked at each other. Neither of them really gave two hoots about how they looked, but they had always agreed that they looked kind of similar. It was just weird though, because they knew how similar they looked, it seemed so much like they were related. Jelly took the homorous approach. "I dunno Hermione...if it is true I got the good looks." Ron laughed at that. Hermione glared at him...but then laughed too. "Still though, isn't it weird? You two are so clearly not related but you look so similar. you're identical heights, you both have the same sort of hair. The only difference is your eyes really." "My eyes work at least," said Jelly. The subject wasn't perused any further, mainly because there was a slight distraction. Neville had run straight into the common room, looking extremely scared about something. "What's up Neville?" Neville turned to stare at Harry. "Malfoy. He came over to me asking if I knew where Jelly was, so of course I said no, so he tried to hex me for being such an idiot. I had to run for dear life to get away." "Hmmm," said Jelly. "Why would Malfoy be looking for me?" "Probably to try and hex you for being as good at Potions as he pretends to be...or for just being you," siad Ron. "You may want to check it out though. The rest of us will use the invisibility Cloak andbe ready for whatever he plans to do." "OK...thanks Neville...I'll hex him for you OK?" Neville smiled. "All right."

10 minutes later jelly was walking, apparantly alone, along the grounds. Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the invisibility clock, dying of curiosity. Hermione finally had enough. "Accio Malfoy." Within seconds Malfoy was flying towards them. Jelly smiled. Hermione was very goos at summoning. "You wanted to see me Malfoy? Or according to Neville at least." "Yes. I'm glad to see you are alone. (the trio snickere silently) I need to ask you something." "Oh?" said Jelly looking politely curious. "What then?" "Your power. Where did you get it?" "I don't know...I've always had it. Why do you ask?" "Because I need it." Harry, Ron and Hermione were all suddenly shocked. Why did Malfoy need Jellys power? Why would he need it? he has no purpose for it." Jelly guessed what they were thinking "Why do you need it Malfoy?" "You can't tell anyone mind...and you have to give the power to me if I tell." "Malfoy I can't give my power to anyone. It's impossible, it stays a part of me forever. The only person that could possibly take it from me is someone that feels what I feel...knows what I'm feeling...you can't have it, because only one person holds such power and I know who that is." Harrys stomach gave a lurch...did she know... "Sorry Malfoy no can do. Besides knowing how pathetically evil you are you'd use it only for evil." "But you don't understnad...I really need it--" "And I can't give it to you...I see you don't understand that. See you later." With that Jelly raised her hand and banished malfoy back to the Slytherin common room. The trio took off the Cloak. "What was that about?" asked Ron "I dunno...probably planning to do something evil...not that it matters I can only give my powers to one person." "Do you know who that person is?" that was Hermione "Yes." "Hmmm...(Hermione was in great thought here) that gives me an idea. Do we know this person?" Jelly looked shocked. She began stuttering like never before...looking all around her, before finally muttering "No...he's from...my old school." "Never mind then. Come on we better be going back." They all walked back over to Gryffindor tower, Harry very lost. He knew jelly was lying. The way she answered. He felt her...he felt her knowing that he was the person that she could share her powers with. Why didn't she tell him? he had to find out. They were all back in the common room. Hermione and Ron were working on homework, (Why is it that they seem to have so much of it?) and jelly was reading. Harry walked over to her. "Jelly?" "Hmmm?" "Can I ask you something?" Jelly looked up at him and put the book down. "Sure Harry what is it?" "Why did you lie?" A bit more straight forward then would be expected, but hey, he was curious. Jelly looked at him again...looking kind of frightened, but at the same time it seemed as though she knew she had to answer. She sighed deeply. "Sit down harry," she said patting the spot next to her. Harry sat, feeling very curious. "Harry, I knew, ever since I first met you, that there was something about you, that was different." Harry nodded. Seemed simple enough. Jelly continued. "Anyway, When I was having my, errr, near nervous breakdown (Harry smiled feebly) I noticed you couldn't come near me. It was like you were in a huge storm despite that fact that it wasn't even windy in the common room. That's when I figured it out." "Figured out what?" "We have a connection. There's something about us that makes us connected." Harry paused to think about his. "Does that mean that we're, like, related?" "In a sense. We're not blood relatives, at least I don't think so...but there might be something in both our family histories, something really deep, like maybe our families joined to fight something, a really bad dark force...who knows. But we are connected. Harry thought he heard a little bell ringing inside his head, but he pushed it out of his mind, this was too astonnishing to care about anything else. "Is this bad?" "No. We can still be perfectly normal of course...it's jsut that we'll feel each others emotions. In a way it's a good thing, because it helps us understand each other, and help each other if we have any problems, emotionally." Harry decided to leave then, and excused himself. He had to think about this...it was all very strange...

Halloween came very nicely into the scheme of Hogwarts. It all smelled very nice in the morning and the foursome were looking very forward to going to Hogsmeade. Ron, Harry and Jelly were all eager to get into Zonko's...feeling as though they had to keep up Fred and Georges noble work. Ron had siad that they may be there that day. 'Stocking up for their joke shop apparantly," and that would be all well and good having a chat with them...Jelly needed their advice on how best to annoy Filch. Hermione of course wanted to be boring but that was her choice. So they were in Honeydukes stocking up on everyhting they'd run out of, when they heard something, someone talking. Jelly decided to check it out so she walked quietly around. As she did that...soethng in Harrys mind clicked. He was suddenly hearing Jelly. This was all very strange...but he grasped not the strangenese but rather the fact that he was hearing what she was hearing. "Hi Jelly," he muttered. "Harry! Can you hear me? I was hoping you'd be able to do that." "Did you know this could happen?" "Something about the connection. Anyway this is great you can tell Ron and Hermione what I am hearing." "OK." Jelly seemed to be walking off. "Ron, Hermione. I can hear Jelly. It's like having 2 walkie talkies." "Walkie Talkies?" that was Ron, but Hermione was excited. "That's strange Harry, but we can overlook that we have to see who was talking first." "Harry?" Jelly was trying to talk to him again. "Yeah?" he asked while Ron and Hermione listened. "Pay for the sweets and let's get out," Harry whispered to them. "Jelly do you know who it is?" "No. I'm at the shriecking Shack but I can't see...hold on." The trio walked out quickly...Harry concentrating. "Harry...I can hear them...lemme see...oh dear." "What?" "It's Malfoy." "Malfoy. That's just dandy now isn't it?" "Never mind that for now Harry gimme a sec." Ron and Hermione were looking vaguely concerned. "That'd be right...I wonder what he's saying." They're talking about somebody and laughing at them...I think you guys had better get over here...arrive seperately for good measure. Tell Hermione to go first." "Hermione get over to the Shrieking Shack, it's where Jelly is." Hermione wondered off. Harry was curious still. "Jelly who is it though that they're laughing about?" "Errr...you wouldn't want to know Harry." "I'm gonna find out anyway..." "Just send Ron over." "Your turn Ron," Ron walked off slowly. Harry listened at Jelly talking to Hermione. "Hey Hermione...Ummm, listen yourself...Harry you can come now...Hi Ron..." Harry was getting slightly confused but he came over aswell...when he did he snuck over to Jelly and weird walkie talkie connection seemed to go off. He felt kinda relieved. Now at least he could concentrate on Malfoy. He was talking rather loudly. "...so she wouldn't give it to me, said that she couldn't or something like that. I know the truth of course she wouldn't...despitre the fact that she's evil herself...she thinks she's all good pretending that she's not...I'm the only person that's figured it out, mind you, because Potter and Weasley are too stupid, Granger's too blinded and nobody else is close enough to her." Crabbe and Goyle, despite their stupidity, seemed to digest this. "How do you know that she's evil?" "She has the Mysterious Powers Crabbe. The only person that's ever had something like that is the Lord, and he only gives them to people that are as pure evil as he is, and are willing to do something great for him in return. It's obvious of course. She has to bring Potter over to him, so he can kill him." Harry was gawping. His eyes were like a fishes. Harry stared at her. Jelly looked at him, tears briming in her eyes. "You can't believe that Harry...please don't...I would never...please..." Harry couldn't keep on listening. He turned awayand walked back up to the castle, all the way in to Gryffinsor Tower, and into the common room. She sat down on a chair, his eyes were still popping. How could this be true...jelly couldn't be working for Voldemort...how could Malfoy come up with something like that. How could it be true. To his relief the walkie talkie thing didn't come back on...so he was able to sit in his chair and think...but he was suddenly overwhemingly tired. Despite the fact that it was nearly midday, he fell asleep. It was 6:00 at night when he awoke. The feast was to begin at seven. Natually he didn't want to go, not after hearing all that. All he could do was talk to Jelly. He took himself over to the Girls dormitories and was about to knock on the door when he heard voices. They were Hermione's and Jelly's. Harry listened curiously. "...it's not your fault Jelly." "Yes it is." "Why would Malfoy say something like that." There was a pause...then Jelly whispered "Because it's true." Harry nearly fainted but managed to pull himself together. Hermione felt much the same way. "But Jelly...what...WHY..." "Hermione. I'm an orphan. For most of my life I have been in Australia...only I haven't been for the past 3 years. I was captured. That potion we were working on, the one that Malfoy used to control me...the Surrender Solution...Voldemort used it...though he could have just used the Imperious curse I don't know why he bothered otherwise...to pull me into his control. He trained me, he brought out the Mysterious Powers in me, and he told me that I had to use them, to bring Harry to him, so he could exterminate him. I should have done it within the first month." It was awhile before Hermione was able to repky to this. Harry on the other hand was completely gobsmacked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.Jelly, a slave for Voldemort? How could it be possible.she was in Gryffindor, how did it work? Hermione then managed to reply. "Why didn't you do it then?" Jelly, Harry was sure, was looking at the ground and fidgeting, but she responded. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't, I didn't have the heart. When I first met Harry, as I've told him already, I felt a connection, something strange, something mysterious that connected us together, made us one. Voldemort trained me, he trained me to be evil, and feel no feelings that good people feel, like fear, like guilt, like love." Hary silently slid onto the floor. This was amazing. He couldn't believe it. "But Harry broke it, he destroyed the training," Jelly continued. "I felt something for him, and that was something that only a good person could feel, so I'm not pure evil anymore, and I can't bring Harry over to Voldemort. I don't want to." Harry walked away. He didn't want Hermione and Jelly to realise he'd been listening. He went down to the common room and sat in an armchair by the fire and looked at it, not really seeing anything. So Jelly was meant to work for Voldemorrt. Vodlemort brought out the Mysterious Powers, indeed that's what they're called, in her, and those Powers were meant to be used for evil, but Jelly couldn't use them for that, because of him. Harry sat silently in the chair for what was at least half an hour, thinking about it. Then he heard a voice. "Harry?" Jelly had come in. Harry looked at her, then moved over to a lounge, so that she could sit next to him. It was a while before Jelly managed to speak. "I sensed you outside you realise." Harry looked at her. It seemed obvious, he wondered why he didn't think of that. "OK." Jelly looked at him seriously. "Aren't you mad? Don't you have something to say?" "No." "Why is that?" Harry thought about it for a minute, then said "Because you said, you couldn't do it." "I intended to." "But you couldn't. You said it's because of the connection, but something like that never stopped any of Voldemort's supporters before. What was it really Jelly? What is it that prevents you from taking me to Voldemort?" Jelly looked at her knees, then at the ground, then the material on the lounge they were sitting on. Then she drew breath. "It's just...you, Harry. I couldn't be evil to you, and I don't know why. It may be the connection, it may be something else...I don't know. I just wish he didn't...control me..." "Control you?" Harry's brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that?" "Do you want to know what I'm feeling Harry? Every single day I don't bring you over to Voldemort, it becomes more unbearable. It's worse then a power overdose. It's continuous, and it hurts, all over. There's no way to stop it...none at all...because I can't be evil...I feel for you Harry, and that means I have some good in me; I'm not pure evil anymore. Voldemort senses that, and he knows, that's why he hurts me." Harry took all of this in. "Can you show me show it feels?" Too late. Jelly had just grasped his hand. The connection between them intensified. He could feel what she was feeling...it was like someone was beating her constantly, continuously hard, mixed with the same pressure of trying to get out of...everything. It was the most horrible thing that Harry had ever felt in his life. It was like a continuous Cruciatus curse. Then it stopped. Jelly had let go. She looked at Harry, and he saw with relish that her eyes were bloodshot and she was sweating all over. "Jelly...I...I had no idea...how can he do this to you?" "I don't kow Harry. He's Voldemort, he can do whatever he pleases to his slaves. I feel it, all the time, and it's killing me. If he keeps on going like this, I don't know how long I have left, but it's not long. I fight it, but it becomes too much...I just want it to go..." Harry looked at her. He wandered what he could do...and whether he could help...he could try something...

suddenly harry woke up.

OK...he thought. That was weird. Was it a preminition? He'd have to ask Jelly if it was real...

he forgot about it by the next morning.

what do you think guys? for background information from where he stopped listening in on Jelly and Hermione's conversation, is where it turns into a dream...Harry will end up helping Jelly next chapter...and that preminition was real. All is revealed next chapter...stay tuned!