The next day was a Saturday, thankfully, because it was the first time Melova had been truly awake in almost three weeks. She was walking down to the Great Hall, and she noticed a lot of people looking at her. Some people were crying.

"What is wrong with these people?" Melova thought. Then she knew as she walked into the Great Hall. Above the Hufflepuff table were banners with the words, "Alloria Artis, may your soul rest in peace. She was a brave Hufflepuff."

"Those people don't think that I killed her do they," she thought as she walked over to the Slytherin table. A little first year, a Gryffindor, visiting the Hufflepuff table to console a girl that was crying, pointed at her and then the whole table looked at her, sneering. "Well, that answers my question."

She sat down next to a Slytherin second year she had seen passing through the halls and she looked at her and smiled.

"Hey Black, great job at the feigning innocent thing. Draco told me you were perfect," the girl looked at her and smiled. She couldn't be serious.

"You can't be serious," Melova answered.

"Oh, sure, that stupid Hufflepuff was annoying anyway, I mean, what is a Mudblood worth anyway. She was just a waste of flesh and bone. I salute you for getting rid of her. I can't believe you are a first year. It was gutsy," the evil girl snickered and stood, leaving the Great Hall.

Melova couldn't believe what she had just heard. She looked over at the seat where Draco usually sat. He wasn't there.

"Good, I don't want to have to kill him," she thought.

She felt eyes on her. She looked over at the Gryffindor table to see who, and she noticed, not only was it the whole Gryffindor table, it was the whole school.

"That's what I get for finding a dead body and then being in a coma for three weeks," she said as she picked up the plate she had planned on eating there, but, now decided to eat down in her room.

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When she made it down to the dungeons, she saw somebody sitting by the portrait hole. At first she was thinking Draco, but then she realized Draco would have just waited in the common room. Who then?

"Harry?" Melova asked. Harry Potter lifted his head and looked at Melova. It was the only look she had gotten all day that wasn't of pure hate. She could tell he was a little peeved, but not as much as the rest of the school. Then the unexpected happened.

"Did you really do it Melova? Please tell me you didn't do it," Harry cried. Harry Potter was crying. Melova couldn't believe it. She set her food down on a statue and squatted down next to him.

"No Harry, I didn't kill Alloria. I know who did though, but you have to promise you won't tell anybody, not even Ron or Hermione. You can't even write it down in your journal," she looked at him, he nodded. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Voldemort."

He just seemed to look at her like she was crazy, maybe she was, she didn't know for sure. I mean, who hears voices inside their head and isn't crazy.

"How do you know it was Voldemort?" he looked at her, puzzled and confused.

"He, he, well Harry..... I don't know how to say this without sounding totally bonkers. He, um, well, he talked to me.. Not like face to face, he was......well, Harry, he was inside my head," Melova said and was suddenly pulled into a deep hug. She couldn't help it anymore. She started to cry. She cried until she couldn't cry anymore, holding onto Harry the whole time. It felt so good, she didn't want to let go. He felt so safe, so comforting.

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Harry looked down at the first year that was Melova Black. She was crying with all her might. He believed her, besides, he knew that Voldemort was back. He knew the magnitude of the pain he could cause somebody. And he knew the person that Melova should talk to...

"Melova, you need to talk to Ginny Weasley," she looked up at him, confused.

"Why?"

"She knows what it's like to have Voldemort in your head. During her first year, you see, Voldemort possessed her through a diary that Lucius Malfoy- ..."

"Draco's father?"

"Yes, Draco's father, had put inside her cauldron in Diagon Alley. I don't think that I would trust Malfoy if I were you-.."

"But.."

"Listen to me Melova, I understand that he is your cousin, and I understand that he," Harry shuddered, "I understand that he cares a lot about you, but if I were you, I just wouldn't trust him. Do you understand?"

"Yes. When can I talk to Ginny?" she asked, looking up at Harry. She never knew that Ginny had been possessed by Voldemort in her own first year. It probably would help to talk to her.

"I'll see when she's available," he answered, looking down at a very tired and distraught Melova. He kissed the top of her head. He noticed where she had bumped her head earlier, but Harry didn't know what it was, he just thought it was something from fainting or whatever. She was suffering, and he cared a lot about her. In these few months that he had come back to Hogwart's, and she had started, Melova had been through a lot. But she was strong, and he knew that she could take care of herself. He looked down to see that she had fallen asleep. He didn't want to wake her up, then again he didn't want to have a Slytherin walk out of the common room and see a first year asleep on the chest of Harry Potter in the middle of a walk way. Especially Malfoy. Wake her up? Let a Slytherin come out and beat the living daylights out of him? He chose the former.

"Um, Melova, maybe you should fall asleep inside your bed or something," Harry said. She stirred.

"Huh, oh, ok, bye Harry," a very groggy Melova said as she stood up and walked towards the entryway to the Slytherin common room. "See you tomorrow, hopefully."

"Ok, Melova, good-bye," Harry said as he walked away. He heard her mutter something and turned around. She was already through the portrait hole. He made his way back up to the Gryffindor common room to catch up with Hermione and Ron. He knew he hadn't promised not to tell anyone, but he couldn't help it. He should at least tell Professor Dumbledore. He decided to make his way to his office instead of the Gryffindor common room.

When he reached the huge statue, he said the newest password. Having prefect friends had there advantages. When it started to move, he stepped on the top stair and waited to come to the short passageway that led to the door of Albus Dumbledore's office. When he reached it, he knocked three times and waited for an answer.

"Come in Harry," Dumbledore said behind the door.

"Damn, how does he always do that," Harry said before he opened the door. When he walked inside, he saw the two people that he certainly didn't want to. Draco and Narcissa Malfoy.

"Is there a problem Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, but, it seems you're busy, maybe I should come back later..."

"No Harry, that isn't necessary, if there's an issue, I think I should know now."

"Don't you already?" Harry asked inside his head, looking at the top two people on his First-To-Kill-When-The-War-Was-Over List.

"I'm waiting Harry," Dumbledore said, he looked a little impatient.

"Well Professor, it's just that Melova, you know, Ms. Black-Hiquoree, well, she told me that she heard Voldemort in her head. She was all upset about it, and, well, I just thought you should know," he said, looking at the Malfoys, drawing out the name Voldemort to take a good look at the both of them as he said it. He knew it was them. He just knew it deep down.

"Well Harry, that is what the Malfoy's and I have been discussing, would you care to join us," he said, gesturing towards an empty chair that was next to Draco. He looked at it, and decided to stand next to Dumbledore. Yeah, uh huh, like he was going to sit next to that scumbag Malfoy.

"Wait, how do you know," Harry asked Dumbledore. He was confused, wait, why were THEY here? What did they have anything to do with this?

"Well, Harry, as you may have noticed, Melova has a little bump on her head. She got that after trying to drown out the voice of Voldemort, and, afterwards, she told Madam Pomfrey of the noises. As soon as she said that they were in her head, she passed out, and Madam Pomfrey contacted me immediately. When I found out what was going on, I decided to send an owl as fast as possible to Mrs. Malfoy, and she arrived here on the Emergency Hogwart's Express not ten minutes ago," Dumbledore explained.

Wait, what, there was an EMERGENCY Hogwart's Express? And why did he contact her, he still didn't know why Malfoy was here. How did Melova drown out the noises exactly? Dang, Dobby wasn't a very good spy.

"I contacted Mrs. Malfoy because she is the only living relative of Ms. Black-Hiquoree. She was in distress when she arrived and Mr. Malfoy helped her off of the train. Ms. Black on the other hand, had a concussion from banging her head against a brick wall at least twenty times, and, no, I don't think that Dobby is a very good spy," Dumbledore said.

Dang it, how does he do that?

"I thought I might talk to you since you are obviously very worried about Ms. Black. She will be fine, but, I have decided that, under the circumstances, she should take a break and go back to stay with Mrs. Malfoy for a while..."

"What?!?!? You have got to be..."

"Now now Harry, it isn't polite to interrupt. And, no, I am not kidding you. I know that you don't trust the Malfoys, but, you must understand that I am most certain that Mrs. Malfoy had nothing to do with this. You must trust me Harry," Dumbledore said, looking up at Harry with knowing blue misty eyes. Harry nodded and left the room...

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A/N: I tried to make it longer. I hope you liked it. Isn't Dumbledore acting a little weird, ooh, damn me and my stupid consistency of giving stuff away, oh well. Hey, Melova gets a little vacation, hence, the name of the chapter......

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