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AAARRGGGHHH!!!! This is the real chapter, my other one had a bunch of stuff deleted. I hope it makes more sense now!
Chapter 6
Draco woke up in his bed in the Hospital Wing. His head hurt, and his left arm was bloodied, torn, and bandaged. He winced and rubbed his arm, drawing back in alarm when his fingers meet unbroken, dry flesh. He dropped his hand, feeling foolish. But the pain was there! He could feel blood trickling down his arm! What the hell was going on? He could feel a pillow beneath his head, but he was sitting up! What the bloody hell was wrong with him?!!
"Feeling better, Mr. Malfoy?" Madame Pomfrey's brisk tone drew Draco out of his thoughts.
Feeling better? How could he be better when he was going mad? Draco laughed mirthlessly. "Better? What was wrong with me?" Alarm bells were going off in his head. Maybe it hadn't been a dream.
The witch frowned. "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"The whole castle started shaking, and everyone was thrown into the Great Hall, and you and Miss Lovegood were hit by lightning?"
Draco stared. "Excuse me?" That was his dream! It couldn't have been real! Unless, he wasn't hallucinating-maybe the whole bloody castle was insane!!!
"Are you okay? Do you hurt at all any where?"
"Just my head." Draco refrained from mentioning his arm, he would cling to every scrap of sanity that he had.
"You can stay in bed for a few days, then. The whole school gets the week off to recover anyways."
Draco nodded. Despite his ignorance, he remembered one thing. The lightning. And seeing a glowing thread of light connect him to Luna.
He shivered. Maybe he was going mad.
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Luna woke up in her bed in the Hospital Wing. Her head hurt. She glanced down at her arm, which was throbbing painfully, to see it was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. It hurt. She touched her head, which ached with a distant pain. It was weird, but she knew the pain wasn't hers. She felt a wave of panic, and knew she wasn't panicking. She heard mirthless laughter insider her head, but she felt no half-amusement. Suddenly, the images started flowing in. Memories of a horrible childhood, a dark manor, torture, dark magic and dark dreams. She knew what she had eaten on a day she hadn't eaten, and she knew what the torturing Unforgivable Curse felt like, yet she had never felt it.
She knew all about sadness she had never felt, and darkness she had never touched. She knew secrets, whisperings of another's life, and bitterness. And pain.
Luna wondered if she was going insane.
----------
Two days later, Draco strolled out of the Hospital Wing with an outward shell of calm, and a blazing internal hell of fear and madness.
Draco had felt a growing obsession with the Quibbler, found himself wondering if Harry had a girlfriend, and worried if his hair was out of place. He also found himself thinking of Harry every two seconds. He wondered if he was turning gay.
He quickened his pace, and strode down the hallway, looking down on the downcast fearful faces with smugness. But a part of him was disgusted, which really ruined his fun. He felt his heart start thudding, and groaned silently. He knew Harry was somewhere nearby.
Halfway down the hall, Draco ran into Harry. Great. He fought the urge to blush and lower his gaze. Instead he stared Harry strait in the eye. Harry stared back, and Draco put on his best evil look. He caressed the wand in his pocket, and Harry went white and almost sprinted past. Draco, for some reason, was sad to see him go.
A little voice in the back of his head was in love with Harry! This was not good. Draco had heard of people with extreme consciences, but this was ridiculous!
He quickened his pace again, and broke into a run.
---------- Luna was at dinner when Cho Chang came and sat down next to her. She caught her herself before her lip curled in contempt.
She swore she had a Mr. Hyde in the back of her head. Everything she did, she felt the urge to do something else. She felt dark and depressed and evil. A part of her hated the Quibbler, found Harry boring, and had no problem with not brushing her hair in the morning. It was like she had a voice in the back of her head that was turning her world upside down. She was very confused.
"So, Luna, how's it goin'?" Cho asked, helping herself to mashed potatoes.
"Fine. You?" Luna squashed Mr. Hyde.
"S'all good. You and Harry goin' out?"
Caught off guard by the question, Luna began choking on her corn. "What?"
Cho grinned. "You heard me. Are you?"
Luna felt anger blaze up her. "HARRY? HARRY?!!!! YOU LIKE HIM? SCARFACE? YOU? YOU LIKE HARRY? YOU LOVE THAT SON OF A BIT-" Luna silenced the voice. "No." she said simply, finishing her meal. "Goodnight, Cho."
The older girl winked and waved. "See ya, Lovesick."
Luna went up the stairs in a daze. She sat down on her bed, and stared at the wall. There had been an actual voice in her head. It had spoken to her!
Realization hit Luna like an arrow. She was possessed! Maybe if the voice talked to her, maybe she could talk to it. "Hello?" She thought hard. No answer. She tried calling louder. No answer. She focused on the voice, trying to pinpoint it, and called. "Hello?"
There was silence. And then an answer. ~Who the bloody hell is this? What the - are you doing in my head?~
Luna fell off her bed in surprise, hitting her head so hard she saw stars.
~Ow!~ The voice yelped.
Luna froze. ~You felt that?!!~
~Duh.~
~Who is this?~
~Who is THIS?~
~Are you in Hogwarts?~
~Maybe. Are you?~ The voice had a cool, drawling tone, but Luna couldn't identify it.
~Maybe. Who the heck is this?~
The voice chuckled dryly. ~None of your business. And if you want to swear, just say hell. I don't care. Are you in Hogwarts?~
Luna chewed her lip before she answered. ~Yes.~
~Meet me in the library, Table Five, in ten minutes, then, and you'll find out who I am, and I'll find out who you are.~
~Okay.~
The connection cut, and Luna shivered, drawing her wand and carefully heading down the stairs to the library. She had to be prepared for the worst. It could be Peeves. Or Voldermort. Or a demon. Or a practical joke.
She arrived in the library, saw what was leaning against the wall near the table, and nearly dropped her wand. Her mouth worked wordlessly in a silent scream. Overhead, the moon bathed Hogwarts in its protective light.
A pair of liquid amber eyes formerly glowing with satisfaction were filled with worry. They blinked and hardened as their owner shot down the stairs from the Astronomy Tower.
A pair of golden eyes saw suffering. Saw hatred. Saw power. Felt satisfaction. Felt Death's kiss. He was Death.
A pair of silvery eyes were hollow with pain and agony. Pain was all they felt. They were dying. They had seen too much. They had to be silenced. Destroyed.
A pair of dreamy eyes lost their innocence.
A pair of hazel eyes were glazed over forever.
AAARRGGGHHH!!!! This is the real chapter, my other one had a bunch of stuff deleted. I hope it makes more sense now!
Chapter 6
Draco woke up in his bed in the Hospital Wing. His head hurt, and his left arm was bloodied, torn, and bandaged. He winced and rubbed his arm, drawing back in alarm when his fingers meet unbroken, dry flesh. He dropped his hand, feeling foolish. But the pain was there! He could feel blood trickling down his arm! What the hell was going on? He could feel a pillow beneath his head, but he was sitting up! What the bloody hell was wrong with him?!!
"Feeling better, Mr. Malfoy?" Madame Pomfrey's brisk tone drew Draco out of his thoughts.
Feeling better? How could he be better when he was going mad? Draco laughed mirthlessly. "Better? What was wrong with me?" Alarm bells were going off in his head. Maybe it hadn't been a dream.
The witch frowned. "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"The whole castle started shaking, and everyone was thrown into the Great Hall, and you and Miss Lovegood were hit by lightning?"
Draco stared. "Excuse me?" That was his dream! It couldn't have been real! Unless, he wasn't hallucinating-maybe the whole bloody castle was insane!!!
"Are you okay? Do you hurt at all any where?"
"Just my head." Draco refrained from mentioning his arm, he would cling to every scrap of sanity that he had.
"You can stay in bed for a few days, then. The whole school gets the week off to recover anyways."
Draco nodded. Despite his ignorance, he remembered one thing. The lightning. And seeing a glowing thread of light connect him to Luna.
He shivered. Maybe he was going mad.
----------
Luna woke up in her bed in the Hospital Wing. Her head hurt. She glanced down at her arm, which was throbbing painfully, to see it was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. It hurt. She touched her head, which ached with a distant pain. It was weird, but she knew the pain wasn't hers. She felt a wave of panic, and knew she wasn't panicking. She heard mirthless laughter insider her head, but she felt no half-amusement. Suddenly, the images started flowing in. Memories of a horrible childhood, a dark manor, torture, dark magic and dark dreams. She knew what she had eaten on a day she hadn't eaten, and she knew what the torturing Unforgivable Curse felt like, yet she had never felt it.
She knew all about sadness she had never felt, and darkness she had never touched. She knew secrets, whisperings of another's life, and bitterness. And pain.
Luna wondered if she was going insane.
----------
Two days later, Draco strolled out of the Hospital Wing with an outward shell of calm, and a blazing internal hell of fear and madness.
Draco had felt a growing obsession with the Quibbler, found himself wondering if Harry had a girlfriend, and worried if his hair was out of place. He also found himself thinking of Harry every two seconds. He wondered if he was turning gay.
He quickened his pace, and strode down the hallway, looking down on the downcast fearful faces with smugness. But a part of him was disgusted, which really ruined his fun. He felt his heart start thudding, and groaned silently. He knew Harry was somewhere nearby.
Halfway down the hall, Draco ran into Harry. Great. He fought the urge to blush and lower his gaze. Instead he stared Harry strait in the eye. Harry stared back, and Draco put on his best evil look. He caressed the wand in his pocket, and Harry went white and almost sprinted past. Draco, for some reason, was sad to see him go.
A little voice in the back of his head was in love with Harry! This was not good. Draco had heard of people with extreme consciences, but this was ridiculous!
He quickened his pace again, and broke into a run.
---------- Luna was at dinner when Cho Chang came and sat down next to her. She caught her herself before her lip curled in contempt.
She swore she had a Mr. Hyde in the back of her head. Everything she did, she felt the urge to do something else. She felt dark and depressed and evil. A part of her hated the Quibbler, found Harry boring, and had no problem with not brushing her hair in the morning. It was like she had a voice in the back of her head that was turning her world upside down. She was very confused.
"So, Luna, how's it goin'?" Cho asked, helping herself to mashed potatoes.
"Fine. You?" Luna squashed Mr. Hyde.
"S'all good. You and Harry goin' out?"
Caught off guard by the question, Luna began choking on her corn. "What?"
Cho grinned. "You heard me. Are you?"
Luna felt anger blaze up her. "HARRY? HARRY?!!!! YOU LIKE HIM? SCARFACE? YOU? YOU LIKE HARRY? YOU LOVE THAT SON OF A BIT-" Luna silenced the voice. "No." she said simply, finishing her meal. "Goodnight, Cho."
The older girl winked and waved. "See ya, Lovesick."
Luna went up the stairs in a daze. She sat down on her bed, and stared at the wall. There had been an actual voice in her head. It had spoken to her!
Realization hit Luna like an arrow. She was possessed! Maybe if the voice talked to her, maybe she could talk to it. "Hello?" She thought hard. No answer. She tried calling louder. No answer. She focused on the voice, trying to pinpoint it, and called. "Hello?"
There was silence. And then an answer. ~Who the bloody hell is this? What the - are you doing in my head?~
Luna fell off her bed in surprise, hitting her head so hard she saw stars.
~Ow!~ The voice yelped.
Luna froze. ~You felt that?!!~
~Duh.~
~Who is this?~
~Who is THIS?~
~Are you in Hogwarts?~
~Maybe. Are you?~ The voice had a cool, drawling tone, but Luna couldn't identify it.
~Maybe. Who the heck is this?~
The voice chuckled dryly. ~None of your business. And if you want to swear, just say hell. I don't care. Are you in Hogwarts?~
Luna chewed her lip before she answered. ~Yes.~
~Meet me in the library, Table Five, in ten minutes, then, and you'll find out who I am, and I'll find out who you are.~
~Okay.~
The connection cut, and Luna shivered, drawing her wand and carefully heading down the stairs to the library. She had to be prepared for the worst. It could be Peeves. Or Voldermort. Or a demon. Or a practical joke.
She arrived in the library, saw what was leaning against the wall near the table, and nearly dropped her wand. Her mouth worked wordlessly in a silent scream. Overhead, the moon bathed Hogwarts in its protective light.
A pair of liquid amber eyes formerly glowing with satisfaction were filled with worry. They blinked and hardened as their owner shot down the stairs from the Astronomy Tower.
A pair of golden eyes saw suffering. Saw hatred. Saw power. Felt satisfaction. Felt Death's kiss. He was Death.
A pair of silvery eyes were hollow with pain and agony. Pain was all they felt. They were dying. They had seen too much. They had to be silenced. Destroyed.
A pair of dreamy eyes lost their innocence.
A pair of hazel eyes were glazed over forever.
