A.N: Sorry I haven't updated for so long. I haven't had much inspiration to write.
This chapter will probably be lousy, because I have most likely lost whatever talent I might
have had. Ah well.
Now, most people have abandoned their fics (BAASHEEP!!!!), because of
"Harry Poter and the Order of the Phoenix". And belive me, I would too, but I love writing
this fic SOOO much, that I'm just going to keep going. And as strange as it might be,
I'm going to continue writing this fica as though HPOoP never happened. So, yes, the
character that died will still be in this fic. And the new characters won't. Sorry to all
of the Tonks and Luna fans. I love them too.
Anyways, I'm trying something new with this chapter. It's a normal chapter, but I've
added lyrics from a song. I thought that they kind of went together. Tell me what you think about
it, and I might do another one later in the fic.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the song "Loser". It was written for 3 Doors Down - The
Better Life. I am just borrowing it for this chapter.
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Chapter Three: "You're Getting Closer"
*Harry looks around the forest he's in, and immediately knows he's dreaming.
He's standing in a large clearing in an area unknown to him. His black robes are lifless,
there is no wind. Not even a cricket or bird is heard.
The hair on his neck rises as he's reminded of that night back in October. A
sudden whip sounds from behind him, and he spins around.
A tall girl with long, black hair has his back torwords him. Her robes are swishing
furiously, as she waves her wand in the air, doing various movements.
Filled with a sudden curiousity, Harry moves forword. He is only a few steps away
from her when a sudden light appears and vanishes at her feet. He stops, and his stomache
plummets when she suddenly speaks.
"The last ones failed. This one should be more succesful." Harry recognizes the
voice immediately.
Harry takes a quick step backwards, hoping that his thumping heart is unheard.
Alejandra Salazar Riddle puts her arms down to her sides and begins to walk,
staring down at the thing at her feet. Harry notices the look of triumph on her face, and then
looks down at what she's studying.
For a split second, Harry is able to see the monster sitting in the grass. Then, he
collapses.*
Harry is dimly aware that he is screaming, thrashing about wildly on his bed. He
twists and turns, his sheets twisted around him, soaked with his cold sweat.
He pleads to himself, trying to stop, and yet his own screams continue to sound
in his ears. He does not want to look weak in front of his father. He knows that Severus is
probably already running to his room. No matter how hard he tries to stop, he can't, and
the sharp pain coursing through his entire body doesn't either.
Harry wishes that unconciousness would claim him, even if he was to die in the
process.
Just when his wish is almost granted, he hears his screams stop. He feels hands
on his arms, pinning his shaking body to the bed. His body jerks a few more times, just
when the pain lessens slightly.
He keeps his eyes shut tight, not able to take a breath. He feels numb and empty,
and wonders if he has slipped into another dream. He hears his heart beat in his ears,
going slower and slower, still unable to breath.
"Breath, Harry!" says a commanding, panic - filled voice. Harry gathers what strength
he has left and breaths in quickly, and begins coughing. He winces in pain as he is rolled to
the side, unable to stop coughing until he tastes blood.
Someone picks him up from the bed, and quickly carries him down the stairs.
Harry strains to continue breathing, feeling himself starting to pass out.
He is layed down, and knows he is suddenly alone. Seconds later, someone
sits down, and pulls him into their lap, his head tilted backwards.
"Drink this for me, Harry." Harry barely recognizes his father's voice before
something is poured down his throat. It is thin and tasteless. Then a second glass is
pressed to his lips, and a thicker and foul potion is forced to be swallowed.
Harry sighs as he is once again able to breath. He lays in his father's arms,
and is a bit surprised when he feels a wet cloth on his face. He opens his eyes blearily,
and looks into the eyes of his father. The are black, and for the second time that day
shine with worry. His father is holding a cloth to his cheek, and sees that it is spotted
with blood.
He opens his mouth, but Severus shakes his head. Harry sighs again and
closes his eyes. He wraps his arms around his father and lays there, only to be picked
up again. He opens his eyes as he is set in a chair, and watches as Severus conjures
a pillow and a blanket with his wand. They are both layed on a couch, and Severus
walks back over to Harry, and places him on the couch.
Harry hates being treated this way, but he knows that he wouldn't have been
able to walk anyway.
Severus sits in a chair next to Harry, and stares down at him.
"Are you alright?" Severus asks, and Harry smiles dimly.
"I think so. Are you?" Harry's throat stings when he talks, and winces.
"Your throat is most likely going to hurt for a day or so. After your screaming,
I'm surprised you can talk at all." Harry noticed how Severus avoided his question,
but the look in his eyes explain everything. "What happened?" Severus asks.
"Alejandra is the one who sent those monsters." Harry says simply, and
Severus nodded his head.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore and I figured that was true. We concluded that
after we realized that the monsters went after only you." Severus's voice softened.
Harry nodded. "She's made another one." Severus looked at him sharply.
"What do you mean, 'made'?"
"Well, I think she makes them. Or disfigures them at least. She was standing
in a forest, and she was doing all these wand movements. I couldn't see what she was doing
to it though. And then she stopped, and I got to see the monster. And then I passes out."
Severus looked alarmed. "What did it look like?"
Harry shook his head in frustration. "I can't remeber. But she said it would be,
'more succesful'."
The both of them lapsed into silence, each of them with their own worries.
"This one was even worse than the last," Harry said quietly after a few moments.
Severus said nothing, but looked over at the wall. They both knew he wasn't talking about
the monsters.
"I...I don't know how many of these I can handle,"Harry stammered. At this, Severus
looked at him, square in the eye.
"What do you mean?"
"I just...I just feel that they will continue to get worse. And when I'm screaming, I can't
seem to stop. Only when you are there....I am able to stop. And then I can't breath...I can't
move...I can barely think. I'm just...scared." Harry looked at the ceiling.
"Look, Harry, I know it's hard for you. I really do. I know that I'll never feel them, like
you do. But I know that you'll be fine." Severus seemed almost angry. "There is nothing
for you to be scared about."
Harry looked over at him angrily. "What would I do if I went into one of these fits,
and you weren't here? Or I still wasn't able to stop? It'll kill me."
Severus stood up suddenly. "They are not going to kill you. If you can survive...
what happened in October....then you can take this. Now, stop worrying about it, and get
some rest."
Severus walked away, leaving an extremely angry Harry alone in the room.
"You're right about one thing." Harry said to himself. "You don't know what
it feels like."
Breath in right away,
Nothing seems to fill this place.
I need this every time,
Take your lies, get off my case.
Some day I will find,
A love that flows through me like this.
This will fall away,
This will fall away.
"But I'm afraid... you're wrong. That she will kill me...like this." Harry barried his
head in his pillow.
'Alejandra...'Harry thought. 'You're killing me. And you know it. This dream
wasn't worse than the last one. But after...that was much worse.'
Harry suddenly felt guilty. Maybe he shouldn't have tald his father how he felt.
He didn't want to worry Severus. And even though he said Harry would be fine, his
eyes said something very differant.
"I am such a loser..."Harry said into his pillow.
You're getting closer,
To pushing me off of life's little edge.
Cause I'm a loser,
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer,
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall.
Cause I'm a loser,
I'm a loser, yeah.
Severus walked down the hall slowly, staring down at the floor. Harry's attack
was much worse this time. The last one hadn't lasted as long, and Harry was able to breath
after it. And Harry's scar and the other scars on his face had broken open this time.
Even the bitemarks on his arm had reappeared.
The first potion he had given Harry was a Strengthening Potion. The second was
a minor Blood Clotting Potion. I was thick, for it had Dragon's Blood in it.
Severus shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Did Harry really believe that they were going to get worse? And what if he did
go into one of those attacks, and Severus couldn't get to him? Could Harry really die?
Severus leaned heavily against the wall. Images of Harry screaming and twisting
about on the bed would haunt him for a long time. And he knew, deep down, that as long as
Alejandra was still around, that the dreams would continue. As would Harry's screaming, and
Harry's pain.
This is getting old,
I can't break these chains that I hold.
My body's growing cold,
There's nothing left of this mind or my soul.
Addiction needs a pacifier,
The buzz of this poison is taking me higher.
This will fall away,
This will fall away.
You're getting closer,
To pushing me off of life's little edge.
Cause I'm a loser,
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer,
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall.
Cause I'm a loser,
I'm a loser!
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A.N: Okay, now remeber, I need 10 REVIEWS to continue. And please,
in your review, say what you want to happen in the next chapters, or what you want
explained. I know there are gaps in the story, as of right now, but they will hopefully
be filled in. AND I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU HONESTLY THINK
ABOUT THE SONG LYRICS! I mean, did they even fit together? Please Review!
This chapter will probably be lousy, because I have most likely lost whatever talent I might
have had. Ah well.
Now, most people have abandoned their fics (BAASHEEP!!!!), because of
"Harry Poter and the Order of the Phoenix". And belive me, I would too, but I love writing
this fic SOOO much, that I'm just going to keep going. And as strange as it might be,
I'm going to continue writing this fica as though HPOoP never happened. So, yes, the
character that died will still be in this fic. And the new characters won't. Sorry to all
of the Tonks and Luna fans. I love them too.
Anyways, I'm trying something new with this chapter. It's a normal chapter, but I've
added lyrics from a song. I thought that they kind of went together. Tell me what you think about
it, and I might do another one later in the fic.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the song "Loser". It was written for 3 Doors Down - The
Better Life. I am just borrowing it for this chapter.
,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,
Chapter Three: "You're Getting Closer"
*Harry looks around the forest he's in, and immediately knows he's dreaming.
He's standing in a large clearing in an area unknown to him. His black robes are lifless,
there is no wind. Not even a cricket or bird is heard.
The hair on his neck rises as he's reminded of that night back in October. A
sudden whip sounds from behind him, and he spins around.
A tall girl with long, black hair has his back torwords him. Her robes are swishing
furiously, as she waves her wand in the air, doing various movements.
Filled with a sudden curiousity, Harry moves forword. He is only a few steps away
from her when a sudden light appears and vanishes at her feet. He stops, and his stomache
plummets when she suddenly speaks.
"The last ones failed. This one should be more succesful." Harry recognizes the
voice immediately.
Harry takes a quick step backwards, hoping that his thumping heart is unheard.
Alejandra Salazar Riddle puts her arms down to her sides and begins to walk,
staring down at the thing at her feet. Harry notices the look of triumph on her face, and then
looks down at what she's studying.
For a split second, Harry is able to see the monster sitting in the grass. Then, he
collapses.*
Harry is dimly aware that he is screaming, thrashing about wildly on his bed. He
twists and turns, his sheets twisted around him, soaked with his cold sweat.
He pleads to himself, trying to stop, and yet his own screams continue to sound
in his ears. He does not want to look weak in front of his father. He knows that Severus is
probably already running to his room. No matter how hard he tries to stop, he can't, and
the sharp pain coursing through his entire body doesn't either.
Harry wishes that unconciousness would claim him, even if he was to die in the
process.
Just when his wish is almost granted, he hears his screams stop. He feels hands
on his arms, pinning his shaking body to the bed. His body jerks a few more times, just
when the pain lessens slightly.
He keeps his eyes shut tight, not able to take a breath. He feels numb and empty,
and wonders if he has slipped into another dream. He hears his heart beat in his ears,
going slower and slower, still unable to breath.
"Breath, Harry!" says a commanding, panic - filled voice. Harry gathers what strength
he has left and breaths in quickly, and begins coughing. He winces in pain as he is rolled to
the side, unable to stop coughing until he tastes blood.
Someone picks him up from the bed, and quickly carries him down the stairs.
Harry strains to continue breathing, feeling himself starting to pass out.
He is layed down, and knows he is suddenly alone. Seconds later, someone
sits down, and pulls him into their lap, his head tilted backwards.
"Drink this for me, Harry." Harry barely recognizes his father's voice before
something is poured down his throat. It is thin and tasteless. Then a second glass is
pressed to his lips, and a thicker and foul potion is forced to be swallowed.
Harry sighs as he is once again able to breath. He lays in his father's arms,
and is a bit surprised when he feels a wet cloth on his face. He opens his eyes blearily,
and looks into the eyes of his father. The are black, and for the second time that day
shine with worry. His father is holding a cloth to his cheek, and sees that it is spotted
with blood.
He opens his mouth, but Severus shakes his head. Harry sighs again and
closes his eyes. He wraps his arms around his father and lays there, only to be picked
up again. He opens his eyes as he is set in a chair, and watches as Severus conjures
a pillow and a blanket with his wand. They are both layed on a couch, and Severus
walks back over to Harry, and places him on the couch.
Harry hates being treated this way, but he knows that he wouldn't have been
able to walk anyway.
Severus sits in a chair next to Harry, and stares down at him.
"Are you alright?" Severus asks, and Harry smiles dimly.
"I think so. Are you?" Harry's throat stings when he talks, and winces.
"Your throat is most likely going to hurt for a day or so. After your screaming,
I'm surprised you can talk at all." Harry noticed how Severus avoided his question,
but the look in his eyes explain everything. "What happened?" Severus asks.
"Alejandra is the one who sent those monsters." Harry says simply, and
Severus nodded his head.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore and I figured that was true. We concluded that
after we realized that the monsters went after only you." Severus's voice softened.
Harry nodded. "She's made another one." Severus looked at him sharply.
"What do you mean, 'made'?"
"Well, I think she makes them. Or disfigures them at least. She was standing
in a forest, and she was doing all these wand movements. I couldn't see what she was doing
to it though. And then she stopped, and I got to see the monster. And then I passes out."
Severus looked alarmed. "What did it look like?"
Harry shook his head in frustration. "I can't remeber. But she said it would be,
'more succesful'."
The both of them lapsed into silence, each of them with their own worries.
"This one was even worse than the last," Harry said quietly after a few moments.
Severus said nothing, but looked over at the wall. They both knew he wasn't talking about
the monsters.
"I...I don't know how many of these I can handle,"Harry stammered. At this, Severus
looked at him, square in the eye.
"What do you mean?"
"I just...I just feel that they will continue to get worse. And when I'm screaming, I can't
seem to stop. Only when you are there....I am able to stop. And then I can't breath...I can't
move...I can barely think. I'm just...scared." Harry looked at the ceiling.
"Look, Harry, I know it's hard for you. I really do. I know that I'll never feel them, like
you do. But I know that you'll be fine." Severus seemed almost angry. "There is nothing
for you to be scared about."
Harry looked over at him angrily. "What would I do if I went into one of these fits,
and you weren't here? Or I still wasn't able to stop? It'll kill me."
Severus stood up suddenly. "They are not going to kill you. If you can survive...
what happened in October....then you can take this. Now, stop worrying about it, and get
some rest."
Severus walked away, leaving an extremely angry Harry alone in the room.
"You're right about one thing." Harry said to himself. "You don't know what
it feels like."
Breath in right away,
Nothing seems to fill this place.
I need this every time,
Take your lies, get off my case.
Some day I will find,
A love that flows through me like this.
This will fall away,
This will fall away.
"But I'm afraid... you're wrong. That she will kill me...like this." Harry barried his
head in his pillow.
'Alejandra...'Harry thought. 'You're killing me. And you know it. This dream
wasn't worse than the last one. But after...that was much worse.'
Harry suddenly felt guilty. Maybe he shouldn't have tald his father how he felt.
He didn't want to worry Severus. And even though he said Harry would be fine, his
eyes said something very differant.
"I am such a loser..."Harry said into his pillow.
You're getting closer,
To pushing me off of life's little edge.
Cause I'm a loser,
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer,
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall.
Cause I'm a loser,
I'm a loser, yeah.
Severus walked down the hall slowly, staring down at the floor. Harry's attack
was much worse this time. The last one hadn't lasted as long, and Harry was able to breath
after it. And Harry's scar and the other scars on his face had broken open this time.
Even the bitemarks on his arm had reappeared.
The first potion he had given Harry was a Strengthening Potion. The second was
a minor Blood Clotting Potion. I was thick, for it had Dragon's Blood in it.
Severus shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Did Harry really believe that they were going to get worse? And what if he did
go into one of those attacks, and Severus couldn't get to him? Could Harry really die?
Severus leaned heavily against the wall. Images of Harry screaming and twisting
about on the bed would haunt him for a long time. And he knew, deep down, that as long as
Alejandra was still around, that the dreams would continue. As would Harry's screaming, and
Harry's pain.
This is getting old,
I can't break these chains that I hold.
My body's growing cold,
There's nothing left of this mind or my soul.
Addiction needs a pacifier,
The buzz of this poison is taking me higher.
This will fall away,
This will fall away.
You're getting closer,
To pushing me off of life's little edge.
Cause I'm a loser,
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer,
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall.
Cause I'm a loser,
I'm a loser!
,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,,.-~*~-.,
A.N: Okay, now remeber, I need 10 REVIEWS to continue. And please,
in your review, say what you want to happen in the next chapters, or what you want
explained. I know there are gaps in the story, as of right now, but they will hopefully
be filled in. AND I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU HONESTLY THINK
ABOUT THE SONG LYRICS! I mean, did they even fit together? Please Review!
