Flashbacks
A/N- this fic's getting even too weird for me, but I'll go with it. See what happens. It's one AM. I must be bored. Yep.
Disclaimer - I don't own it. Maybe I will the day I take over he world. Alas, but for now, credits go to J.K. Rowling. Oh, and Jo owns Chapter 2's title chapter. Do I own anything? O.O'
~*~
The other girl quirked an eyebrow at Alicia's silence. She frowned and started to circle her cautiously. "Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Pathetic, if you ask me."
"You're¯" Alicia finally spoke, words failing her.
"Blind courage, all of you Gryffindors. You wished yourself here, you know."
"How... where?"
"You would have give anything to save your friend. But, I'm sensing fault to that. Possibly, regretting your past words?"
The Dark Lord paused, staring only at Alicia.
"What do you mean?"
"You wished this upon the young Katherine Bell. And now all you want is to take that back." A small blue diary was thrust at her. The pages turned quickly as if blown by an autumn breeze. It only stopped at the page dated December 23rd. A small screen appeared in the top left hand corner.
Curiously, Alicia took a few steps forward, peering into the diary. By force, she was pulled forward, immediately surrounded by tiny facets of light. After finding balance again, she found herself in the Sixth year Gryffindor Girls dorms . . .
She noticed a sixth year Angelina Johnson sitting on her bed, skimming through a Transfiguration text. The younger version of Alicia herself sat on her bed lighting jasmine incense.
Katie Bell ran into the dorms., a huge smile across herself. "Guess what?"
An ever-so-slightly slightly irritated Angelina glanced up from her book. "What, Katie?"
Following a few moments silence, Alicia added. "What, Katie?"
At this, Katie finally shared whatever was so important. "George asked me to the Yule Ball!"
Angelina giggled, "It's about time." She looked over to the still silent Alicia. "You two! Not this again?"
"I'm only kidding." Alicia said with a fake plastered on smile. "That's wonderful Katie." She watched as her younger self turned to her small diary, jotting down the words she'd forever regret.
'I wish something horrible would just happen to her. It's just not fair.'
And with that, the present day Alicia found herself on the icy floor of the chamber, yet again.
"But you lied," declared the Dark One.
"Why do you care?" Alicia exclaimed blinking back tears. "Why?"
"Your personal lives are not of any business to me. I am merely using the young Miss Bell as a pawn...." There was silence. "But you, I'm just seeking the one tie that would bind you to keep silent and attend to my orders.."
"NO!" Alicia yelled. "I won't."
"Crucio!"
Alicia felt a white-hot pain like nothing she had ever experienced, and she looked into the emotionless eyes scowling at her. 'She's not Katie' she repeated over in her head, distracting herself from the pain.
Voldemort nodded, interpreting her thoughts thoroughly. "But, this is."
Alicia's eyes darted to the Dark Lord's feet. There lay the barely breathing figure of the real Katie Bell.
A/N- this fic's getting even too weird for me, but I'll go with it. See what happens. It's one AM. I must be bored. Yep.
Disclaimer - I don't own it. Maybe I will the day I take over he world. Alas, but for now, credits go to J.K. Rowling. Oh, and Jo owns Chapter 2's title chapter. Do I own anything? O.O'
~*~
The other girl quirked an eyebrow at Alicia's silence. She frowned and started to circle her cautiously. "Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Pathetic, if you ask me."
"You're¯" Alicia finally spoke, words failing her.
"Blind courage, all of you Gryffindors. You wished yourself here, you know."
"How... where?"
"You would have give anything to save your friend. But, I'm sensing fault to that. Possibly, regretting your past words?"
The Dark Lord paused, staring only at Alicia.
"What do you mean?"
"You wished this upon the young Katherine Bell. And now all you want is to take that back." A small blue diary was thrust at her. The pages turned quickly as if blown by an autumn breeze. It only stopped at the page dated December 23rd. A small screen appeared in the top left hand corner.
Curiously, Alicia took a few steps forward, peering into the diary. By force, she was pulled forward, immediately surrounded by tiny facets of light. After finding balance again, she found herself in the Sixth year Gryffindor Girls dorms . . .
She noticed a sixth year Angelina Johnson sitting on her bed, skimming through a Transfiguration text. The younger version of Alicia herself sat on her bed lighting jasmine incense.
Katie Bell ran into the dorms., a huge smile across herself. "Guess what?"
An ever-so-slightly slightly irritated Angelina glanced up from her book. "What, Katie?"
Following a few moments silence, Alicia added. "What, Katie?"
At this, Katie finally shared whatever was so important. "George asked me to the Yule Ball!"
Angelina giggled, "It's about time." She looked over to the still silent Alicia. "You two! Not this again?"
"I'm only kidding." Alicia said with a fake plastered on smile. "That's wonderful Katie." She watched as her younger self turned to her small diary, jotting down the words she'd forever regret.
'I wish something horrible would just happen to her. It's just not fair.'
And with that, the present day Alicia found herself on the icy floor of the chamber, yet again.
"But you lied," declared the Dark One.
"Why do you care?" Alicia exclaimed blinking back tears. "Why?"
"Your personal lives are not of any business to me. I am merely using the young Miss Bell as a pawn...." There was silence. "But you, I'm just seeking the one tie that would bind you to keep silent and attend to my orders.."
"NO!" Alicia yelled. "I won't."
"Crucio!"
Alicia felt a white-hot pain like nothing she had ever experienced, and she looked into the emotionless eyes scowling at her. 'She's not Katie' she repeated over in her head, distracting herself from the pain.
Voldemort nodded, interpreting her thoughts thoroughly. "But, this is."
Alicia's eyes darted to the Dark Lord's feet. There lay the barely breathing figure of the real Katie Bell.