Chapter 10: Words of Confusion

"Harry! What are you doing here?" Harry looked at Hermione as she said this. He knew he looked stupid gawking at Vyk's hand like that, but he couldn't stop. Hermione was talking to him, but he couldn't hear anything besides the blood in his ears. Hermione waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention, and suddenly the gushing blood subsided.

"What happened to your hand?" Hermione was holding his hand in both of hers and examining it. Harry pulled his hand out of hers and held it with his other hand, he looked at her fearfully; he looked like he didn't recognize her. He braced himself against a wall and slid down it, he landed in a heap on the floor. He felt a searing pain in his forehead and heard an explosion and his dad saying, "Take Harry and go!" and the horrible night of when Harry's parents died came back into his head.

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"Two students with the same wound, and both out cold. I don't know, what does this mean Albus?" Came a hushed voice from a lit chamber at the end of the hospital wing. It was Madame Pomfrey speaking to the headmaster, Vyk could recognize their voices anywhere. Vyk turned over, wondering who the second person was who had an identical cut on their hand. She saw a boy laying half in the shadows, but wide awake. Neither of us are out cold.

"Hey." Vyk whispered to the boy in the next bed. He turned to face her, and she saw Harry Potter.

"Harry? What're you doing here? You don't...do you?" Vyk couldn't believe her eyes, Harry had the identical cut on his hand. What's going on? Surely this has to be a coincide. He probably cut his hand on a table or something. But, then how did I cut mine? This makes no sense. I have to get out of here, but I want to listen to what Dumbledore has to say.

"I do not know their connection, but I do know that Vyk has something to do with Harry. Harry's Patronus is a stag, while hers is a doe. Whatever this is, it is not a coincide. Poppy, I have to go, I have a meeting with my dear old brother who was expecting me more than five minutes ago." Dumbledore walked out of the hospital wing and Vyk heard his retreating footsteps. She didn't want to look at Harry, she'd thought this just a coincide, but now she knew that it wasn't. Vyk tilted her head to the side, to look at Harry, but he was staring at the ceiling obviously not wanting to speak to her. Vyk put her feet over the side of the bed and sat up, she reached her hands onto the ground looking for her shoes. She found them and put them on, and stood up. She had no where to go, but she left the hospital wing anyway.

She walked along the hallways of the school, not knowing where she was going or doing. She saw a staircase in front of her, and decided to climb it no caring where it took her or if she got lost. She heard a creak behind her, and turned around violently searching for the person who had made the sound, but to her surprise no one was there. She turned back around, and continued up the stairs. She walked along an unlit corridor trailing her feet behind her, when she heard a thump. She whirled around, but yet again, no one was there. And even if someone was there, she wouldn't be able to tell because it was dark and she couldn't see her hand that was five feet in front of her. She closed her eyes and pushed outward with her senses to penetrate the blackness, and someone was there in front of her.

"Malfoy." She said confused. She felt two hands brace her and—

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Author's Note: Haha! I've got a cliffie. It's a weird one. It feels so much better to write again. This chapter was hard to write, but hope you review and tell me what you want to happen, because I don't know what will happen. I am writing it as I go along. You can email me, or submit it in a review, but if you don't tell me what you want to happen...I'll just have to use my sucky ideas and bore you to death. Heh. Keep Burning.Ash