Invisible
Chapter 3
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I am doubting the Dark Lord's plan. Too many things could go wrong. And if it does go wrong then I will be blamed for it.
I need to get close to those three.
Turn them against each other. I need to turn the bratty one against them. The protecting one I need to kill, it's a same but it will be necessary. Then bring the powerful one to the Dark Lord.
He's hungered for this. He's waited. He's wanted to strangle the powerful one with his bare fingers many times.
But I know this is not right. I don't want to do this. But I must.
The Dark Lord does not like failure.
~
It was the middle of night. I was slowly creeping out of my dream. Leaving all the lovely thoughts and pictures behind.
I heard a rough breathing above me. I thought it was just a nightmare to I closed my eyes tighter. But something grabbed my neck and began to shake vigorously.
"HELP! HELP ME!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could. I started kicking in any and every direction hoping to hit the invisible force that was tightening around my neck.
My air was now blocked out. I tried to find air but I couldn't. I needed air! My brain felt like it might explode.
A light clicked on near me and I heard someone yell, "Stupefy!"
The hands around my neck dropped, I heard a loud thud next to my bed.
"T-there! There the person is!" I pointed down to the lump on the ground. I gulped down air quickly and coughed slightly.
Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Not again," she picked up the person and placed him or her on the empty bed to my right.
My right? But that's Ron's bed.correct?
The light that was now turned on reflected off the copper hair and I knew right then my answer. I knew who my attacker was.
Ron had just tried to kill me.
But Madam Pomfrey was not alarmed; she just shook her head and took off the stunning spell. I wanted to yell out in horror; he was dangerous, wasn't he? But he just fell back to sleep.
"Come have some tea with me, Miss Mayer, we need to talk."
I nodded numbly and got out of my bed silently. Following Pomfrey I sat down in her office sipping some calming tea. Finally I asked the question that was bugging me, "What happened?"
"Mr. Weasley has been having dreams. Nightmares, actually. It's rare; because usually when you get his by the Killing Curse you die. Most as not foolish enough to try killing a person with it when they are not powerful enough because it can cause the cursed person to become very ill," she explained, "They would just be nightmares for a regular person, but for him, they seem real. He thought you were the one who tried to kill him."
I was shocked, quite stunned actually. Madam Pomfrey shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry. I thought that he was done with this. I think the curse has permanently affected his brain. He's not getting better, that's for sure," she sniffled slightly then sighed deeply, "We may have to take him to St. Mungo's soon."
"Is he insane?" the word hung in the air like a death sentence.
"No, he's not insane. He's." she searched for the right word to use, "How do I explain this to such a young mind? The closest thing that I can say is he's delusional. Although he's not," She shrugged, "As I've said, it's very rare and only a foolish person would attempt it."
"I'm sorry."
She looked up, "For what?"
"I feel responsible," I shrugged, "Poor guy. Does he remember when he wakes up?"
"Sometimes. Usually he just remembers that he did something that he shouldn't have," she ran her fingers through her bushy hair, "I'll switch you to a empty classroom to keep you from danger ton-"
"No," I said, I stunned myself at my own stupidity.
"No?"
"I-I'll live, I don't think he really can kill me. He's too weak."
"He was strong enough to almost break your neck," she sighed, "This is going against everything I've ever learned but.if certain precautions are made when he's sleeping I think it can work," she looked at me like I was insane.
"No, that's not necessary, I'll be fine," I knew I was acting stupid. I don't know why I didn't stop myself from talking though.
She shook her head, "I can't accept that. It's either spells or not being here. I'll be putting up the spells soon anyway, agreed?" I nodded.
"It's late," she said, "You need to go to bed," I nodded and walked out of her office and climbed into bed.
Truthfully I was scared out of my mind. I kept on waking up looking around frantically to see where Ron was. But he was sleeping in the bed next to me like always.
His hair fell over his face messily and he slept soundly, cuddling his pillow protectively. He looked positively cute.
Wait! Backtrack! Did I just say cute? No, I must have been mixing that up with another word. Madam Pomfrey was right, it is very late.
Besides, it's not like I like him, right? Right? God, now I'm talking to myself. Definitely too late at night. ~ I smelled pancakes. With syrup. I rolled over in bed savoring the remains of my perfect dreams where there was no darkness and despair.
But pancakes were calling, "Mmm.are those pancakes?" I muttered sleepily. I felt like crawling back under my covers, I was still tired and waking up every five minutes last night did not help.
"Yep."
Now that was unlike Ginny or Colin's voice. I opened my eyes and saw to my side Ron had a giant pile of pankes on his plate, another pile twice as big on his bedside table. They were both covered in Maple Syrup and he ate his pile greedily, "Want some?"
I nodded slightly. Sitting up and stretching I was too tired to feel uncomfortable around him. He grabbed the plate by his table and handed them to me over the gap between are beds, "T-thank you," I stifled a yawn.
He shrugged, "Thank you also," he seemed very interested in his plate now. Not daring to look up at me. We both realized what he was talking about.
I shrugged, eating my pancakes much in the same manner he had. Shrugging I replied, "It doesn't matter," I lied though, because it did matter. I just didn't want to remember it.
He nodded solemnly and ate quietly.
I appreciated the silence. It allowed me to think. As I mulled over my thoughts the door to the hospital wing burst open, "Good-Morning!" Ginny said happily. The amount of cheerfulness made me feel sick.
"Who said there was anything good about it?" Ron said moodily.
I snorted out some of my laughter and earned a glare from Ginny, "How're you feeling?"
"Achy."
"Tired."
"Bored."
"Sick."
"Hungry."
"But you just ate twenty pancakes!" I said amused at Ron. He smiled mischievously and I felt my heart melt.
No, I would not like him. He was nothing! Nothing at all except a pompous git. And, of course, one of Ginny's brothers.
"Well, just wanted to drop off your homework for you, Ella," Ginny said while dropping a pile of books by my bed, "Have fun," she said sarcastically.
"Thanks," I replied, "Would you mind picking up these books from the library for me?" I asked, handing her a piece of paper. I smiled, there was more then books in that note.
"Ah, I see, of course," she smiled and pocketed the note, "Have a jolly day," then she vanished out of the hospital wing in a blur of red hair.
"You poor person," Ron said while eyeing my Arithmancy book.
"What? I just like reading,"
He looked convinced that I was crazy. I laughed.
He glared, "Shut it," that caused me to laugh even more as I did my homework.
~
Hey, Gin 'n Tonic
I smiled at Ella's note while reading.
I apologize to you. I actually feel sorry for you! You have to spend all these days with Colin alone, you poor, poor, poor girl. Mind you, I think I got the worst deal; being stuck in the hospital wing with Ron shall be torture.
I'm very proud of the way you didn't blush when Potter came along-
Why did she always call him Potter? It wasn't fair on Harry.
I'm just curious, how did you know you had a crush on Potter? Just wondering!
Gasping I let Colin read the last line, he gasped as well, "WHY would are Ella ask something like that?!"
"I dunno," I replied, shaking my head, "It sounds nothing like her. And if she likes someone I would've thought she might've told me."
Colin and I entered Potions class and I hide the note. Colin took his usual seat next to me but we both glanced at Ella's empty seat feeling slightly sick.
"You still like Harry Potter, don't you?" asked Colin, absently cutting his roots.
I shrugged, "I think he's cute," I blushed deeply, "But I don't think I like him as in a crush type of like anymore."
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
"Do you think anyone else is 'cute'?"
I was surprised t his question, I looked up at him, "Why would you like to know that?"
A pink tint rose to his face, "Just curious."
I shrugged, "I dunno." I left it at that. I didn't want to make him feel sad by telling him even if I did I wouldn't tell him. It's just hard to talk to Colin sometimes about things that Ella and I talk about. Heck, Ella is so uninterested in boys it's hard to talk to her sometimes! I swear she thinks that they have 'cooties' or something.
~
I felt like sleeping after breakfast so I did. But now a suspicious sort of silence filled the air making my dreams uneasy. I could smell something but what was it?
There was heavy breathing above me and I'm ashamed to admit that the first thing I thought of was what Ron had tried to do last night.
The heavy breathing neared so close that I could feel someone's warm breath on my face. I dare not open my eyes for fear of them knowing I'm awake.
What is that smell? It's. dungbombs? No way. I crack open one of my eyes and immediately the breathing vanishes without a trace.
I quickly sit up, clutching the sides of my bed. There's cold sweat one my face and I bet I look a fright. My eyes are probably popping out of my head.
"What's up with you?"
"You look like you've just seen a ghost!"
"Or McGonagall."
"Or a pop quiz."
"Or Percy singing in the shower."
"Oh, bad mental image, George!"
I rolled my eyes at the two Weasley twins. Truth be told, the only reason why I put up with this stuff is because they were Ginny's older brothers.
That and the fact that they could probably beat me to a pulp anytime they wished. They were Beaters on the Quidditch team, after all.
I think Ron is sleeping, or at least I'm pretty sure. I sort of have these feelings that tell me these sorts of things, they're hard to explain.
George stepped forward and to one side of my bed. Fred took the other side.
"You two didn't happen to set off some dungbombs, did you?" I asked; they smiled innocently. It was the type of smile that made fathers go run and check there wallets and mother's go see if there good china could still be considered good and not broken.
"Go away."
"No."
"We'd rather not."
"I said bug off," I glared. Neither of them backed away.
"We want to know what's between Harry and Ginny," Fred stated, George nodded in agreement.
This shocked me, I thought they were here to wreak havoc, not ask about Ginny. But I wouldn't tell them, it would be betraying my friend's trust, "Sorry, no can do."
Fred nodded at George and George leaned closer to me, mischief in his eyes, "Tell us or else." He said, smiling.
"I said bug off!" I backed up and George stood at his full height.
The only reason why they ever talked to me was because they wanted something out of me. But I'd be silent as the night.
"You asked for it." George said.
"I'd watch out if I were you," warned Fred.
I'm always watching out. I know I'm probably paranoid but Professor Moody's 'CONSTANT VILIGENCE' got through to me. Eccentric as he was, I think Professor Moody was my favorite teacher, even though Professor Lupin was seriously cool.
Not that I didn't like are new teacher, Professor Trebond. He was very kind, but what I wanted to learn had to do more with the dark arts then counter-curses.
No, I did NOT want to practice the Dark Arts. But I thought it's best to know what you're up against, right?
Although some Gryffindors had looked at me suspiciously when I brought a pile of Dark Arts books into the common room. I had nothing to be ashamed of though. I know they suspect me to be a Death Eater just because I read certain books.
Frankly though, the Death Eaters have it better together then the 'Light Side' as I've come to think of us as-even though I know things usually aren't as easy as black and white. The Death Eaters are all fighting for the same thing. They're loyal to their leader.
But our side isn't. Fudge finally declared You-Know-Who had indeed arisen. But what the Ministry is actually going to do is still a bit fuzzy.
I wished other people understood we needed to forget stereotypes and house rivalries; things are bad enough.
Someone needs to tell everyone. But I sure as hell won't. I couldn't!
I know it's getting bad but I'm invisible and I want to stay that way
I am doubting the Dark Lord's plan. Too many things could go wrong. And if it does go wrong then I will be blamed for it.
I need to get close to those three.
Turn them against each other. I need to turn the bratty one against them. The protecting one I need to kill, it's a same but it will be necessary. Then bring the powerful one to the Dark Lord.
He's hungered for this. He's waited. He's wanted to strangle the powerful one with his bare fingers many times.
But I know this is not right. I don't want to do this. But I must.
The Dark Lord does not like failure.
~
It was the middle of night. I was slowly creeping out of my dream. Leaving all the lovely thoughts and pictures behind.
I heard a rough breathing above me. I thought it was just a nightmare to I closed my eyes tighter. But something grabbed my neck and began to shake vigorously.
"HELP! HELP ME!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could. I started kicking in any and every direction hoping to hit the invisible force that was tightening around my neck.
My air was now blocked out. I tried to find air but I couldn't. I needed air! My brain felt like it might explode.
A light clicked on near me and I heard someone yell, "Stupefy!"
The hands around my neck dropped, I heard a loud thud next to my bed.
"T-there! There the person is!" I pointed down to the lump on the ground. I gulped down air quickly and coughed slightly.
Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Not again," she picked up the person and placed him or her on the empty bed to my right.
My right? But that's Ron's bed.correct?
The light that was now turned on reflected off the copper hair and I knew right then my answer. I knew who my attacker was.
Ron had just tried to kill me.
But Madam Pomfrey was not alarmed; she just shook her head and took off the stunning spell. I wanted to yell out in horror; he was dangerous, wasn't he? But he just fell back to sleep.
"Come have some tea with me, Miss Mayer, we need to talk."
I nodded numbly and got out of my bed silently. Following Pomfrey I sat down in her office sipping some calming tea. Finally I asked the question that was bugging me, "What happened?"
"Mr. Weasley has been having dreams. Nightmares, actually. It's rare; because usually when you get his by the Killing Curse you die. Most as not foolish enough to try killing a person with it when they are not powerful enough because it can cause the cursed person to become very ill," she explained, "They would just be nightmares for a regular person, but for him, they seem real. He thought you were the one who tried to kill him."
I was shocked, quite stunned actually. Madam Pomfrey shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry. I thought that he was done with this. I think the curse has permanently affected his brain. He's not getting better, that's for sure," she sniffled slightly then sighed deeply, "We may have to take him to St. Mungo's soon."
"Is he insane?" the word hung in the air like a death sentence.
"No, he's not insane. He's." she searched for the right word to use, "How do I explain this to such a young mind? The closest thing that I can say is he's delusional. Although he's not," She shrugged, "As I've said, it's very rare and only a foolish person would attempt it."
"I'm sorry."
She looked up, "For what?"
"I feel responsible," I shrugged, "Poor guy. Does he remember when he wakes up?"
"Sometimes. Usually he just remembers that he did something that he shouldn't have," she ran her fingers through her bushy hair, "I'll switch you to a empty classroom to keep you from danger ton-"
"No," I said, I stunned myself at my own stupidity.
"No?"
"I-I'll live, I don't think he really can kill me. He's too weak."
"He was strong enough to almost break your neck," she sighed, "This is going against everything I've ever learned but.if certain precautions are made when he's sleeping I think it can work," she looked at me like I was insane.
"No, that's not necessary, I'll be fine," I knew I was acting stupid. I don't know why I didn't stop myself from talking though.
She shook her head, "I can't accept that. It's either spells or not being here. I'll be putting up the spells soon anyway, agreed?" I nodded.
"It's late," she said, "You need to go to bed," I nodded and walked out of her office and climbed into bed.
Truthfully I was scared out of my mind. I kept on waking up looking around frantically to see where Ron was. But he was sleeping in the bed next to me like always.
His hair fell over his face messily and he slept soundly, cuddling his pillow protectively. He looked positively cute.
Wait! Backtrack! Did I just say cute? No, I must have been mixing that up with another word. Madam Pomfrey was right, it is very late.
Besides, it's not like I like him, right? Right? God, now I'm talking to myself. Definitely too late at night. ~ I smelled pancakes. With syrup. I rolled over in bed savoring the remains of my perfect dreams where there was no darkness and despair.
But pancakes were calling, "Mmm.are those pancakes?" I muttered sleepily. I felt like crawling back under my covers, I was still tired and waking up every five minutes last night did not help.
"Yep."
Now that was unlike Ginny or Colin's voice. I opened my eyes and saw to my side Ron had a giant pile of pankes on his plate, another pile twice as big on his bedside table. They were both covered in Maple Syrup and he ate his pile greedily, "Want some?"
I nodded slightly. Sitting up and stretching I was too tired to feel uncomfortable around him. He grabbed the plate by his table and handed them to me over the gap between are beds, "T-thank you," I stifled a yawn.
He shrugged, "Thank you also," he seemed very interested in his plate now. Not daring to look up at me. We both realized what he was talking about.
I shrugged, eating my pancakes much in the same manner he had. Shrugging I replied, "It doesn't matter," I lied though, because it did matter. I just didn't want to remember it.
He nodded solemnly and ate quietly.
I appreciated the silence. It allowed me to think. As I mulled over my thoughts the door to the hospital wing burst open, "Good-Morning!" Ginny said happily. The amount of cheerfulness made me feel sick.
"Who said there was anything good about it?" Ron said moodily.
I snorted out some of my laughter and earned a glare from Ginny, "How're you feeling?"
"Achy."
"Tired."
"Bored."
"Sick."
"Hungry."
"But you just ate twenty pancakes!" I said amused at Ron. He smiled mischievously and I felt my heart melt.
No, I would not like him. He was nothing! Nothing at all except a pompous git. And, of course, one of Ginny's brothers.
"Well, just wanted to drop off your homework for you, Ella," Ginny said while dropping a pile of books by my bed, "Have fun," she said sarcastically.
"Thanks," I replied, "Would you mind picking up these books from the library for me?" I asked, handing her a piece of paper. I smiled, there was more then books in that note.
"Ah, I see, of course," she smiled and pocketed the note, "Have a jolly day," then she vanished out of the hospital wing in a blur of red hair.
"You poor person," Ron said while eyeing my Arithmancy book.
"What? I just like reading,"
He looked convinced that I was crazy. I laughed.
He glared, "Shut it," that caused me to laugh even more as I did my homework.
~
Hey, Gin 'n Tonic
I smiled at Ella's note while reading.
I apologize to you. I actually feel sorry for you! You have to spend all these days with Colin alone, you poor, poor, poor girl. Mind you, I think I got the worst deal; being stuck in the hospital wing with Ron shall be torture.
I'm very proud of the way you didn't blush when Potter came along-
Why did she always call him Potter? It wasn't fair on Harry.
I'm just curious, how did you know you had a crush on Potter? Just wondering!
Gasping I let Colin read the last line, he gasped as well, "WHY would are Ella ask something like that?!"
"I dunno," I replied, shaking my head, "It sounds nothing like her. And if she likes someone I would've thought she might've told me."
Colin and I entered Potions class and I hide the note. Colin took his usual seat next to me but we both glanced at Ella's empty seat feeling slightly sick.
"You still like Harry Potter, don't you?" asked Colin, absently cutting his roots.
I shrugged, "I think he's cute," I blushed deeply, "But I don't think I like him as in a crush type of like anymore."
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
"Do you think anyone else is 'cute'?"
I was surprised t his question, I looked up at him, "Why would you like to know that?"
A pink tint rose to his face, "Just curious."
I shrugged, "I dunno." I left it at that. I didn't want to make him feel sad by telling him even if I did I wouldn't tell him. It's just hard to talk to Colin sometimes about things that Ella and I talk about. Heck, Ella is so uninterested in boys it's hard to talk to her sometimes! I swear she thinks that they have 'cooties' or something.
~
I felt like sleeping after breakfast so I did. But now a suspicious sort of silence filled the air making my dreams uneasy. I could smell something but what was it?
There was heavy breathing above me and I'm ashamed to admit that the first thing I thought of was what Ron had tried to do last night.
The heavy breathing neared so close that I could feel someone's warm breath on my face. I dare not open my eyes for fear of them knowing I'm awake.
What is that smell? It's. dungbombs? No way. I crack open one of my eyes and immediately the breathing vanishes without a trace.
I quickly sit up, clutching the sides of my bed. There's cold sweat one my face and I bet I look a fright. My eyes are probably popping out of my head.
"What's up with you?"
"You look like you've just seen a ghost!"
"Or McGonagall."
"Or a pop quiz."
"Or Percy singing in the shower."
"Oh, bad mental image, George!"
I rolled my eyes at the two Weasley twins. Truth be told, the only reason why I put up with this stuff is because they were Ginny's older brothers.
That and the fact that they could probably beat me to a pulp anytime they wished. They were Beaters on the Quidditch team, after all.
I think Ron is sleeping, or at least I'm pretty sure. I sort of have these feelings that tell me these sorts of things, they're hard to explain.
George stepped forward and to one side of my bed. Fred took the other side.
"You two didn't happen to set off some dungbombs, did you?" I asked; they smiled innocently. It was the type of smile that made fathers go run and check there wallets and mother's go see if there good china could still be considered good and not broken.
"Go away."
"No."
"We'd rather not."
"I said bug off," I glared. Neither of them backed away.
"We want to know what's between Harry and Ginny," Fred stated, George nodded in agreement.
This shocked me, I thought they were here to wreak havoc, not ask about Ginny. But I wouldn't tell them, it would be betraying my friend's trust, "Sorry, no can do."
Fred nodded at George and George leaned closer to me, mischief in his eyes, "Tell us or else." He said, smiling.
"I said bug off!" I backed up and George stood at his full height.
The only reason why they ever talked to me was because they wanted something out of me. But I'd be silent as the night.
"You asked for it." George said.
"I'd watch out if I were you," warned Fred.
I'm always watching out. I know I'm probably paranoid but Professor Moody's 'CONSTANT VILIGENCE' got through to me. Eccentric as he was, I think Professor Moody was my favorite teacher, even though Professor Lupin was seriously cool.
Not that I didn't like are new teacher, Professor Trebond. He was very kind, but what I wanted to learn had to do more with the dark arts then counter-curses.
No, I did NOT want to practice the Dark Arts. But I thought it's best to know what you're up against, right?
Although some Gryffindors had looked at me suspiciously when I brought a pile of Dark Arts books into the common room. I had nothing to be ashamed of though. I know they suspect me to be a Death Eater just because I read certain books.
Frankly though, the Death Eaters have it better together then the 'Light Side' as I've come to think of us as-even though I know things usually aren't as easy as black and white. The Death Eaters are all fighting for the same thing. They're loyal to their leader.
But our side isn't. Fudge finally declared You-Know-Who had indeed arisen. But what the Ministry is actually going to do is still a bit fuzzy.
I wished other people understood we needed to forget stereotypes and house rivalries; things are bad enough.
Someone needs to tell everyone. But I sure as hell won't. I couldn't!
I know it's getting bad but I'm invisible and I want to stay that way