~Disclaimer: as much as I would like, I do not own any of the characters in
this story {aside from my beloved Eilea} and the rights are all J.K.
Rowling's. . . please don't sue . . . I'm poor . . .~
Harry woke two see two blurry figures which he immediately identified as Ron and Hermione. Hermione passed Harry his glasses, and made sure to tell him, "I repaired them for you." Ron rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at this in a way that only Ron could do making Harry find it hard to stop bursting out into laughter. "What? What's so funny?" Hermione asked, and the two boys really did burst out laughing.
"Anyway, Harry," Ron began to say, but he was unable to stifle his laughter.
"Okay, Ron, now you're overdoing it," Harry said weakly from his hospital bed, and Ron silenced himself at once.
"We have to find out who did this to you," Hermione practically whined.
"She-" Harry began, but he was cut off by Ron.
"Damn first years!" he yelled. "And those awful Slytherins! I'll betcha anything it was a Slytherin first year that did this to him - why else would it happen now?" Ron was practically screaming no, enjoying his moment of triumph, and Hermione slapped a hand over his mouch so Madam Pomfrey wouldn't wonder what in the devil was going on.
"You're forgetting . . . her . . ." Harry said, weaker than before.
"Who, Harry?" Ron asked, not noticing Hermione trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Her . . ." Harry said, looking straight at Hermione, and for a moment Ron believed that Harry was accusing Hermione.
"No . . ." Ron gasped, looking back and forth between Harry and Hermione.
"No!" Hermione spoke fiercely to Ron and then murmured, "Eilea."
Even just barely hearing that name was enough to send chills down Harry's spine. "Could you please not . . .I know me saying the name Voldemort," here Ron and Hermione had their chance to shiver at hearing that name, "wouldn't fare any better with the two of you as saying her name does with me."
"We're sorry, Harry," Hermione and Ron said together.
"It's okay," Harry started to say, but never got to because he was interrupted by a shooting pain in his scar. No, not just his scar; the pain this time seemed to fill his entire head, his entire body, his entire being. He cringed as Ron and Hermione bent over him in the hospital bed and an image of Eilea came into his mind. In it, here eyes were and odd orange color, and apparently glowing - they were on fire! Harry could hear her say, "Voldemort fears me," and then the image changed to her and Draco in an embrace, Draco whispering something to her. Then all Harry could see was black. ~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_- ~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~ "'Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself,'" Harry now saw (and heard) Dumbledore saying. "Repeat after me: Eilea." Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "That's okay, Harry, happens to the best of us. Try again."
This time, Harry spoke, but it was not what either he or Dumbledore wanted to hear. He heard himself hissing, speaking the in Parsletongue which was only supposed to come naturally to Slytherins. He listened to what he was saying, and it was somewhere along the lines of, "I hate you! I hate you all! I will be victorious over all of you and one day rise to power in the name of Salazar-"
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the Sorting Hat from atop Harry's head, and there was a sound of applause from their corner.
Harry walked over to the Slytherin table, and heard, "We could do great things together, Harry Potter." His eyes rested upon an outstretched hand and followed the arm, up to the face.
"Malfoy-" he said hoarsely.
"Draco Malfoy, the one and only. The pleasure's all yours." Harry took Draco's hand in his own shaking one and saw that the Malfoy's eyes were on fire. "We can do lots of thingsssss . . ." Malfoy had suddenly become a snake in harry's hand - the Basilisk, which had now grown to it's full size and was facing Harry in a black abyss.
Harry woke two see two blurry figures which he immediately identified as Ron and Hermione. Hermione passed Harry his glasses, and made sure to tell him, "I repaired them for you." Ron rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at this in a way that only Ron could do making Harry find it hard to stop bursting out into laughter. "What? What's so funny?" Hermione asked, and the two boys really did burst out laughing.
"Anyway, Harry," Ron began to say, but he was unable to stifle his laughter.
"Okay, Ron, now you're overdoing it," Harry said weakly from his hospital bed, and Ron silenced himself at once.
"We have to find out who did this to you," Hermione practically whined.
"She-" Harry began, but he was cut off by Ron.
"Damn first years!" he yelled. "And those awful Slytherins! I'll betcha anything it was a Slytherin first year that did this to him - why else would it happen now?" Ron was practically screaming no, enjoying his moment of triumph, and Hermione slapped a hand over his mouch so Madam Pomfrey wouldn't wonder what in the devil was going on.
"You're forgetting . . . her . . ." Harry said, weaker than before.
"Who, Harry?" Ron asked, not noticing Hermione trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Her . . ." Harry said, looking straight at Hermione, and for a moment Ron believed that Harry was accusing Hermione.
"No . . ." Ron gasped, looking back and forth between Harry and Hermione.
"No!" Hermione spoke fiercely to Ron and then murmured, "Eilea."
Even just barely hearing that name was enough to send chills down Harry's spine. "Could you please not . . .I know me saying the name Voldemort," here Ron and Hermione had their chance to shiver at hearing that name, "wouldn't fare any better with the two of you as saying her name does with me."
"We're sorry, Harry," Hermione and Ron said together.
"It's okay," Harry started to say, but never got to because he was interrupted by a shooting pain in his scar. No, not just his scar; the pain this time seemed to fill his entire head, his entire body, his entire being. He cringed as Ron and Hermione bent over him in the hospital bed and an image of Eilea came into his mind. In it, here eyes were and odd orange color, and apparently glowing - they were on fire! Harry could hear her say, "Voldemort fears me," and then the image changed to her and Draco in an embrace, Draco whispering something to her. Then all Harry could see was black. ~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_- ~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~-_-~ "'Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself,'" Harry now saw (and heard) Dumbledore saying. "Repeat after me: Eilea." Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "That's okay, Harry, happens to the best of us. Try again."
This time, Harry spoke, but it was not what either he or Dumbledore wanted to hear. He heard himself hissing, speaking the in Parsletongue which was only supposed to come naturally to Slytherins. He listened to what he was saying, and it was somewhere along the lines of, "I hate you! I hate you all! I will be victorious over all of you and one day rise to power in the name of Salazar-"
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the Sorting Hat from atop Harry's head, and there was a sound of applause from their corner.
Harry walked over to the Slytherin table, and heard, "We could do great things together, Harry Potter." His eyes rested upon an outstretched hand and followed the arm, up to the face.
"Malfoy-" he said hoarsely.
"Draco Malfoy, the one and only. The pleasure's all yours." Harry took Draco's hand in his own shaking one and saw that the Malfoy's eyes were on fire. "We can do lots of thingsssss . . ." Malfoy had suddenly become a snake in harry's hand - the Basilisk, which had now grown to it's full size and was facing Harry in a black abyss.