Disclaimer: I own a pacer lead and a twenty-cent coin, that's all.
A/N: also, my friend, Aryante is helping with this one! She's a pretty good writer, though she knows next to nothing about Harry Potter! She always changes my fic to her style of writing! But she likes to be descriptive and also knows how she would act and react in these situations, so I write a copy, and she fixes it, tidies and changes the dialect and practically everything besides the story line! It's sooo annoying!
Chapter 13 - An Odd Happening
The hot poker burned through Harry's insides as he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. He looked up at the girl on the other end of the poker, who was smiling, insane with joy.
Smirking, she said, "I've placed several charms on you, my dear, so not a single soul will hear your torment."
Giggling hysterically she prodded him again. Letting the intense heat scorch his insides, leaving the poor defenceless boy gasping and wincing in pain.
Drawing out the poker Aryante leaned in towards Harry, "Poor little boy, aren't you? So helpless. How I would hate to feel the immense pain you must be suffering, not just physically, but mentally as well. I know what you're thinking, my dear little boy, and, well, maybe I am insane. But how would you classify insane hmmm? Will you survive? Well, to answer that one, you will live. until I tire of toying with you." Aryante once again began giggling, which led to an insane cackling.
Stopping to compose herself she calmly rammed the poker into Harry once more. "But you know what?" whispered to Aryante leaning in towards him once more, "I have no choice but to kill you in the end, whether I wanted to or not."
Harry glanced up into her pleasure-filled eyes with his own tear-filled ones.
"But, I want to kill you, anyway. So it doesn't really matter! Or at least this personality wants to kill you."
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Silly little boy! I have split personalities, my dear. I am obviously the smarter, side. Ruled by thoughts and what I have been taught, the true me. But there is also that pesky little part of me! The side of me that is weak, vulnerable, ruled by the heart, the emotions, the tiny piece of humanity." She sighed then continued, "But I have a duty to fulfil! And nothing or no one can stop me!"
Harry stared at the insane girl who stood before him.
"What do I mean? Well, my dear, world domination is tricky business, that it is. And I can't exactly leave the oh-so-famous Mr Potter running around trying to spoil my fun now, can I? "
Fear filled Harry, along with his pain. World domination? She couldn't be serious. could she? Could she truly read minds? Why would she do this?
"Hush little boy. I cannot tell you any more. And even what I have already told you, you will no longer remember!" whispered Aryante into Harry's ear.
Harry's eyes widened with surprise. What did she mean? What was going to happen to him? He felt dizzy and the room seemed to spin around him in a whirl of colours as his vision blurred.
The last thing he heard before passing out was Aryante, "Already? What a sissy!"
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The next morning Harry awoke to find himself in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey walked up to him, curiosity and concern clearly displayed on her face.
"What happened to you?" she asked, concern filled her voice.
"I.. don't... know." said Harry slowly and unsurely. He didn't even know why or how he ended up in the hospital wing. All he knew was that he was in intense pain.
"You must have had a walk down the corridor outside Dumbledore's office," said Madam Pomfrey, "That's where you were found."
"I... don't. remember.." Said Harry slowly again, now looking down at his stomach that was wrapped entirely in bandages.
"Those are some nasty burns you got," she said, "are you sure you don't remember?"
"It hurts." Said Harry clutching gently around his belly, "But I don't remember a thing that has happened since I went to bed last night."
"Are you alright, Potter?" asked Madam Pomfrey in concern.
"I think I'm alright. Aside from the burns and the pain, I think I'm ok." replied Harry as he carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.
"Where are you going? POTTER! COME BACK HERE!" called Madam Pomfrey in both concern and surprise as Harry exited the room, "You haven't even had your treatment yet! POTTER?!"
Harry wandered slowly down the corridor trying to think of what could possibly have happened to him.
"Harry? There you are!" called Ron from behind him, "Where were you this morning? I've looked all over for you!"
As he caught up with his best friend, Ron noticed the bandages around Harry's middle. "What happened to you? Harry? Is something wrong?"
"I don't know." Whispered Harry, "I don't know, Ron, I just don't know!" and Harry broke down into soft sobs.
At that moment Hermione came running up to them. "Oh Harry!" she cried, "What happened to you?"
When Harry didn't answer her, she looked at Ron who said, "He doesn't know."
And the three friends sat there, in the middle of the corridor wrapped p in a huge friendship hug.
And from the shadowy corner a dark figure looked on at the trio, and shed but a single tear. Then turned and walked away as silent as the wind. Arguing in her mind with her split personalities as she walked of.
Tada!!!! Another chapter complete! YAY!!!! Even though no one reads this fic! *grumbles*.
*Sarcastically* oh, and thanks soooo much Aryante! You completely changed this entire chapter!
Aryante: sorry! Couldn't help myself! *smiles*
A/N: also, my friend, Aryante is helping with this one! She's a pretty good writer, though she knows next to nothing about Harry Potter! She always changes my fic to her style of writing! But she likes to be descriptive and also knows how she would act and react in these situations, so I write a copy, and she fixes it, tidies and changes the dialect and practically everything besides the story line! It's sooo annoying!
Chapter 13 - An Odd Happening
The hot poker burned through Harry's insides as he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. He looked up at the girl on the other end of the poker, who was smiling, insane with joy.
Smirking, she said, "I've placed several charms on you, my dear, so not a single soul will hear your torment."
Giggling hysterically she prodded him again. Letting the intense heat scorch his insides, leaving the poor defenceless boy gasping and wincing in pain.
Drawing out the poker Aryante leaned in towards Harry, "Poor little boy, aren't you? So helpless. How I would hate to feel the immense pain you must be suffering, not just physically, but mentally as well. I know what you're thinking, my dear little boy, and, well, maybe I am insane. But how would you classify insane hmmm? Will you survive? Well, to answer that one, you will live. until I tire of toying with you." Aryante once again began giggling, which led to an insane cackling.
Stopping to compose herself she calmly rammed the poker into Harry once more. "But you know what?" whispered to Aryante leaning in towards him once more, "I have no choice but to kill you in the end, whether I wanted to or not."
Harry glanced up into her pleasure-filled eyes with his own tear-filled ones.
"But, I want to kill you, anyway. So it doesn't really matter! Or at least this personality wants to kill you."
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Silly little boy! I have split personalities, my dear. I am obviously the smarter, side. Ruled by thoughts and what I have been taught, the true me. But there is also that pesky little part of me! The side of me that is weak, vulnerable, ruled by the heart, the emotions, the tiny piece of humanity." She sighed then continued, "But I have a duty to fulfil! And nothing or no one can stop me!"
Harry stared at the insane girl who stood before him.
"What do I mean? Well, my dear, world domination is tricky business, that it is. And I can't exactly leave the oh-so-famous Mr Potter running around trying to spoil my fun now, can I? "
Fear filled Harry, along with his pain. World domination? She couldn't be serious. could she? Could she truly read minds? Why would she do this?
"Hush little boy. I cannot tell you any more. And even what I have already told you, you will no longer remember!" whispered Aryante into Harry's ear.
Harry's eyes widened with surprise. What did she mean? What was going to happen to him? He felt dizzy and the room seemed to spin around him in a whirl of colours as his vision blurred.
The last thing he heard before passing out was Aryante, "Already? What a sissy!"
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The next morning Harry awoke to find himself in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey walked up to him, curiosity and concern clearly displayed on her face.
"What happened to you?" she asked, concern filled her voice.
"I.. don't... know." said Harry slowly and unsurely. He didn't even know why or how he ended up in the hospital wing. All he knew was that he was in intense pain.
"You must have had a walk down the corridor outside Dumbledore's office," said Madam Pomfrey, "That's where you were found."
"I... don't. remember.." Said Harry slowly again, now looking down at his stomach that was wrapped entirely in bandages.
"Those are some nasty burns you got," she said, "are you sure you don't remember?"
"It hurts." Said Harry clutching gently around his belly, "But I don't remember a thing that has happened since I went to bed last night."
"Are you alright, Potter?" asked Madam Pomfrey in concern.
"I think I'm alright. Aside from the burns and the pain, I think I'm ok." replied Harry as he carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.
"Where are you going? POTTER! COME BACK HERE!" called Madam Pomfrey in both concern and surprise as Harry exited the room, "You haven't even had your treatment yet! POTTER?!"
Harry wandered slowly down the corridor trying to think of what could possibly have happened to him.
"Harry? There you are!" called Ron from behind him, "Where were you this morning? I've looked all over for you!"
As he caught up with his best friend, Ron noticed the bandages around Harry's middle. "What happened to you? Harry? Is something wrong?"
"I don't know." Whispered Harry, "I don't know, Ron, I just don't know!" and Harry broke down into soft sobs.
At that moment Hermione came running up to them. "Oh Harry!" she cried, "What happened to you?"
When Harry didn't answer her, she looked at Ron who said, "He doesn't know."
And the three friends sat there, in the middle of the corridor wrapped p in a huge friendship hug.
And from the shadowy corner a dark figure looked on at the trio, and shed but a single tear. Then turned and walked away as silent as the wind. Arguing in her mind with her split personalities as she walked of.
Tada!!!! Another chapter complete! YAY!!!! Even though no one reads this fic! *grumbles*.
*Sarcastically* oh, and thanks soooo much Aryante! You completely changed this entire chapter!
Aryante: sorry! Couldn't help myself! *smiles*