'HARRY!' Diana screamed. She leapt off her bed and darted towards the
floating figure.
Anaya tried to get out of her covers but slipped and thudded onto the floor. She lay there panting and trying to speak but what she said was not legible.
Other people in the dormitory woke up in sheer confusion and asked what 'all the hullabaloo' was.
The girls shrieked and screamed as the set eyes on Harry. They covered their faces and some turned away to cower their eyes. It wasn't an awful sight, Harry wasn't bleeding or cut he was just pale and dead. His eyes were slightly open and they kept going emerald to obsidian, obsidian to emerald, as if the spell was still taking over his limp body.
One of the Gryffindors ran to where the two others were standing.
'We HAVE to get Dumbledore.'
'Yes your right, he'll save Harry' whispered Diana like a robot
The panicked Gryffindor stared at Diana for a moment then slid through the open door, careful not to disturb the position Harry was floating in as she passed.
Diana just stared at the boy who had been so lovely to her the previous night.
'I love you Harry' she whispered out loud.
After just minutes Dumbledore strolled quickly into the female dormitory in his blood red robes lined with gold and stopped before the ill looking girls.
One of the raised a quivering arm and pointed to the door.
The wizard turned, not knowing what state his favourite student would be in.
He stared at Harry. Unlike the girls, Dumbledore showed no emotion on his aged face.
He began chanting spells which the girls hadn't heard before. After a half dozen spells and charms, there was still no change. Dumbledore began to look worried.
'I will take him to the school nurse. But in the meantime I would prefer it if you wouldn't tell the rest of the school as this will achieve nothing but panic. Now, if you would return to your normal routines.'
The girls nodded. He nodded back and turned to get the nurse. He was stopped when Natalie, a frightened looking girl asked if Harry was going to be alright. The old wizard didn't look back and merely said; 'I hope so Natalie. I hope so.'
In class, Diana was in a daydream. Why had Harry been killed? How had he been killed?
'Diana Talmen! What have I been saying? Hmm?'
Diana looked up in surprise.
'Um.'
'Have you been listening?'
Diana hung her head
'No'
She peered up. Miss McGonagell was still staring at her with watery eyes. Diana blushed.
'You will wait behind after class'
People sniggered and stared at her.
After class she waited in her chair. When the rest of the class had gone, the strict teacher marched over to Diana.
'What is the matter, Diana? You've been in another world all lesson.'
Diana looked up with hard eyes.
'You know why I'm upset.'
'I see. You were close to Harry?'
'Yeah.' Diana muttered.
'Try not to think about what happened this morning. You don't want to be in more trouble do you? Some may not be so understanding.'
'I know. So I'm not in trouble?' she asked hopefully.
'No.' the witch replied, 'but only because I also have a soft spot for Mr Potter. Anyway, you don't want to be late for your next lesson.'
Diana got up and smiled. 'Thanks, Miss'
She ran out of the room, with Miss McGonagall staring after her fondly.
Potions with Prof. Snape was next. Diana's least favourite lesson. 'Damn' she thought, 'I haven't done my stupid homework. Shi-'
'Miss Talmen' said a drawling voice.
She slowly turned to meet eyes with a smirking Snape.
'Yes Sir?' she asked, trying to be sweet.
'I trust you have completed the task I set you last week? The evaluation of this terms lessons?'
She swallowed
'Um yes. Well no. I did it. But then I lost it. I wrote loads and loads - like, five pages but then um.' she rummaged through her brain frantically, 'my owl, it chewed it and then it sort of got lost.'
'Lying never was never your strong point was it Miss Talmen, hmm?'
'Well, it's kind of true.'
He stared at her for a moment and then walked away to his potions lesson.
The lesson went well for Diana. She was slyly pinched by the girl next to her once or twice and called a freak by Draco, but other then that it went smoothly.
At the end Snape called her over. 'That's odd' she thought, 'Snape usually confronts missing homework in front of the class, as well as setting the detention. Why would he call me over?'
'Diana.' He said kindly. He crossed his legs. 'What do you think of me? As a person, not your teacher.' He put his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his fist.
'Urm. Well um.is this relevant cos I have to go to my next lesson.
'You have break now.'
'Yeah. Even worse. I don't wanna miss break.'
'Tell me Di.'
She shook her head.
'Look I'm gonna go now. This is weird.'
She got up to leave but the doors slammed shut.
Snape had cast a spell to shut and lock them
She spun round.
'What the hell are you doing?'
He walked forwards and pressed his mouth against hers
'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???' she screamed, pulling his tongue out of her mouth.
He put his hand on her breast and his other on her bottom.
'GET OFF YOU FUCKING PERVERT'
He looked angry and muttered a few words. She dropped into a heavy sleep instantly.
When she woke she was naked. She knew she had lost her virginity. Her woman parts were sore and bleeding. She was on one of the desks on her back. The sobbing girl sat up and noticed her clothes in a pile on the floor, covered in what looked like the contents of a toilet. She was completely naked and had no wearable clothes.
Her life was getting worse and worse and worse..
Diana crept out at night when nobody was awake, butt naked. She tip-toed up the stairs to the woman in the portrait. Despite Diana having a perfect figure, the people in the paintings cowered their eyes in disbelief.
'Bayberry' she whispered sadly.
The portrait swung open. She crawled in silently, through the common room and up the stairs. At least she had made it without being seen.
She pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and opened her suit case. Their, cushioned in her clothes, was her box of stones. She shook her head in awe. 'How could it have gotten there?' she thought.
She opened the box. Every single stone was there. None were missing. She checked three times. She tipped the stones onto her bed for a welcome back to her stones. A small knife was sitting in it. A tiny pen knife. It wasn't there before. The handle was made of old wood. It was circled with brass so beautifully. But the blade was even more stunning. It was so small and blunt looking. But when she touched it lightly it made her finger bleed. She held the knife carefully and slid it across her pale wrist. It bled. She liked it. The pain took her mind of Snape. So she did it again, harder. The blood dribbled down her hand and onto her blanket. She did it again and again, higher up her arm. At the end when she had no more room on her completely sliced arm she lay down, but Snape kept coming back to her mind. She screamed loudly and stabbed her arm repeatedly. She slumped onto the floor lifelessly. It all happened within seconds.
Anaya tried to get out of her covers but slipped and thudded onto the floor. She lay there panting and trying to speak but what she said was not legible.
Other people in the dormitory woke up in sheer confusion and asked what 'all the hullabaloo' was.
The girls shrieked and screamed as the set eyes on Harry. They covered their faces and some turned away to cower their eyes. It wasn't an awful sight, Harry wasn't bleeding or cut he was just pale and dead. His eyes were slightly open and they kept going emerald to obsidian, obsidian to emerald, as if the spell was still taking over his limp body.
One of the Gryffindors ran to where the two others were standing.
'We HAVE to get Dumbledore.'
'Yes your right, he'll save Harry' whispered Diana like a robot
The panicked Gryffindor stared at Diana for a moment then slid through the open door, careful not to disturb the position Harry was floating in as she passed.
Diana just stared at the boy who had been so lovely to her the previous night.
'I love you Harry' she whispered out loud.
After just minutes Dumbledore strolled quickly into the female dormitory in his blood red robes lined with gold and stopped before the ill looking girls.
One of the raised a quivering arm and pointed to the door.
The wizard turned, not knowing what state his favourite student would be in.
He stared at Harry. Unlike the girls, Dumbledore showed no emotion on his aged face.
He began chanting spells which the girls hadn't heard before. After a half dozen spells and charms, there was still no change. Dumbledore began to look worried.
'I will take him to the school nurse. But in the meantime I would prefer it if you wouldn't tell the rest of the school as this will achieve nothing but panic. Now, if you would return to your normal routines.'
The girls nodded. He nodded back and turned to get the nurse. He was stopped when Natalie, a frightened looking girl asked if Harry was going to be alright. The old wizard didn't look back and merely said; 'I hope so Natalie. I hope so.'
In class, Diana was in a daydream. Why had Harry been killed? How had he been killed?
'Diana Talmen! What have I been saying? Hmm?'
Diana looked up in surprise.
'Um.'
'Have you been listening?'
Diana hung her head
'No'
She peered up. Miss McGonagell was still staring at her with watery eyes. Diana blushed.
'You will wait behind after class'
People sniggered and stared at her.
After class she waited in her chair. When the rest of the class had gone, the strict teacher marched over to Diana.
'What is the matter, Diana? You've been in another world all lesson.'
Diana looked up with hard eyes.
'You know why I'm upset.'
'I see. You were close to Harry?'
'Yeah.' Diana muttered.
'Try not to think about what happened this morning. You don't want to be in more trouble do you? Some may not be so understanding.'
'I know. So I'm not in trouble?' she asked hopefully.
'No.' the witch replied, 'but only because I also have a soft spot for Mr Potter. Anyway, you don't want to be late for your next lesson.'
Diana got up and smiled. 'Thanks, Miss'
She ran out of the room, with Miss McGonagall staring after her fondly.
Potions with Prof. Snape was next. Diana's least favourite lesson. 'Damn' she thought, 'I haven't done my stupid homework. Shi-'
'Miss Talmen' said a drawling voice.
She slowly turned to meet eyes with a smirking Snape.
'Yes Sir?' she asked, trying to be sweet.
'I trust you have completed the task I set you last week? The evaluation of this terms lessons?'
She swallowed
'Um yes. Well no. I did it. But then I lost it. I wrote loads and loads - like, five pages but then um.' she rummaged through her brain frantically, 'my owl, it chewed it and then it sort of got lost.'
'Lying never was never your strong point was it Miss Talmen, hmm?'
'Well, it's kind of true.'
He stared at her for a moment and then walked away to his potions lesson.
The lesson went well for Diana. She was slyly pinched by the girl next to her once or twice and called a freak by Draco, but other then that it went smoothly.
At the end Snape called her over. 'That's odd' she thought, 'Snape usually confronts missing homework in front of the class, as well as setting the detention. Why would he call me over?'
'Diana.' He said kindly. He crossed his legs. 'What do you think of me? As a person, not your teacher.' He put his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his fist.
'Urm. Well um.is this relevant cos I have to go to my next lesson.
'You have break now.'
'Yeah. Even worse. I don't wanna miss break.'
'Tell me Di.'
She shook her head.
'Look I'm gonna go now. This is weird.'
She got up to leave but the doors slammed shut.
Snape had cast a spell to shut and lock them
She spun round.
'What the hell are you doing?'
He walked forwards and pressed his mouth against hers
'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???' she screamed, pulling his tongue out of her mouth.
He put his hand on her breast and his other on her bottom.
'GET OFF YOU FUCKING PERVERT'
He looked angry and muttered a few words. She dropped into a heavy sleep instantly.
When she woke she was naked. She knew she had lost her virginity. Her woman parts were sore and bleeding. She was on one of the desks on her back. The sobbing girl sat up and noticed her clothes in a pile on the floor, covered in what looked like the contents of a toilet. She was completely naked and had no wearable clothes.
Her life was getting worse and worse and worse..
Diana crept out at night when nobody was awake, butt naked. She tip-toed up the stairs to the woman in the portrait. Despite Diana having a perfect figure, the people in the paintings cowered their eyes in disbelief.
'Bayberry' she whispered sadly.
The portrait swung open. She crawled in silently, through the common room and up the stairs. At least she had made it without being seen.
She pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and opened her suit case. Their, cushioned in her clothes, was her box of stones. She shook her head in awe. 'How could it have gotten there?' she thought.
She opened the box. Every single stone was there. None were missing. She checked three times. She tipped the stones onto her bed for a welcome back to her stones. A small knife was sitting in it. A tiny pen knife. It wasn't there before. The handle was made of old wood. It was circled with brass so beautifully. But the blade was even more stunning. It was so small and blunt looking. But when she touched it lightly it made her finger bleed. She held the knife carefully and slid it across her pale wrist. It bled. She liked it. The pain took her mind of Snape. So she did it again, harder. The blood dribbled down her hand and onto her blanket. She did it again and again, higher up her arm. At the end when she had no more room on her completely sliced arm she lay down, but Snape kept coming back to her mind. She screamed loudly and stabbed her arm repeatedly. She slumped onto the floor lifelessly. It all happened within seconds.