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Chapter 6

"Harry....."

The voice was distant, almost like it was shouting, and Harry was too far away to hear anything.

"Harry....."

It was coming close...

"Harry....."

Closer...

"Harry...."

Then Harry's eyes snapped openned and he stood up so suddenly, that Hermione shrieked.

"Wha' happened?"

Something sting in Harry's right hand.

He looked at it, and saw that it was covered with bandage, and as he poked at it with his middle finger, it began to hurt.

"Ah!"

Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, it's okay, everything's fine."

Harry shooked his head, adrubptly. "No, everything is not fine."

He tried to stand up, but Mdm. Pomfrey stopped him. "Oh no you don't Mr. Potter, you are staying at the Hospital Wing until we know what's wrong with your body."

He turned his head left and right. "What's wrong with my body?"

Mdm. Pomfrey looked uncertain, so Hermione explained to him. "Harry, when you fainted, your body felt really wierd."

"Yeah mate. It was like your body was made out of wood," Ron butt in.

"What?"

Hermione nodded. "I think... or well, we think... that somebody used some kind of curse in you."

Harry looked puzzled. "Curse?"

Hermione nodded again, them leaned over, and whispered, "We think that it has something to do with Crystal."

"Yeah, we saw her walk out once you lost conscience."

"I've researched all about it," Hermione took out a big black book, turned to the last page, and laid it next to him, "And I think she used the "Puppeteer Lock" spell."

Harry and Ron just stared at her.

Hermione groaned. "Why am I always the one who explains it to you!"

"Well, you want us to learn, now do you?" Ron asked.

Hermione groaned again, and started to explain. "The 'Puppeteer Lock' spell is used for Dark Arts. It has been used for many centuries to make their enemies do as they were told. They move if they are told to move by their Puppeteers. Sometimes, if the Puppeteers doesn't need them right this instant, they can free their puppets, cutting off their strings..."

"Strings?" Ron interuppted.

Hermione gave him a daggered look. "It means, to free them from their spells... but its only temporary. Now, stop interrupting me!" Then she turned to Harry. "So you see? The puppeteer... or Crystal, I might add... can control you whenever she wants. And when she cuts your string, you don't remember anything, and everytime she does that, blood must be repaid. That's why you bleed when you snapped out."

"So, that explains the blood?"

"Why can Harry cut in, if I can't?" Ron pouted.

Harry and Hermione gave him both wierd expressions.

"Anyway," Hermione continued. "to cut out your strings PERMANENTLY, you have to find the thing that helps her reconnect herself to you, and control you again. If she keeps doing this again, and again, she can gain control over your bod.... body...."

She stopped.

"What? What's gonna happen?" Harry asked.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Ron took the book, and read, but stopped immediately, and closed it.

Harry looked at both of them.

"Tell me!" Harry snapped.

"Well, if she keeps doing this again, and again...." Hermione sighed, and stared at Harry helplessly. "Oh Harry, she's gonna control over your body forever. And, well..." she trailed off.

"Well, what?"

Ron finally said, "There's nothing you can do about it Harry. You're just like a real puppet... forever."

"How many days do we have left?" Harry asked.

"We don't know."

"First, we have to know where she keeps the thing that she uses to control you,"Hermione explained.

"Where?" Harry said.

"Well, the first thing they would hide such a thing would be something that is precious and important to them," Ron replied.

"That's a fine theory," Hermione announced.

"We have to find it Harry..." Hermione took Harry's hand.

Harry: blush blush

"Before we lose you...forever..."

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