Chapter 4
Books and Fathers Curses
Once again I awoke in the infirmary, only this time I wasn't alone.
Harry, Hermione, and who could only be Ron sat next to my bed. They were currently turned the other way, and they had a set of wizards chess sprawled out on the bed next to me.
"Castle to E7" came out Harry's voice before the squeal of one of Ron's pawn echoed out and reached my ears. Harry's back was to me but I could only imagine the look of triumph on his face since he had destroyed one of Ron's pieces. But a moment later, I was sure it disappeared since Ron's knight came and took his castle. It continued on like this for many minutes until Hermione noticed my eyes were open and walked away from the game and over to me.
"You're awake."
"Yes, I'm awake." I said before trying to sit up in bed, only to find my mind feeling to worn out to move my arms and legs.
"Don't even try and move," Harry said, turning himself around on the stool he sat on. "Dumbledore came in and told us that your mind will be very weak after breaking through Voldemorts defenses."
Still groggy, I said, "So he explained every thing to you?"
"Well, considering that I'm supposed to work with you to, as the prophecy says," he put on a voice that I had long matched with Trealawney's, "'Vanquish the dark lord' yes, he told me."
He smirked, and I matched it. For some reason, his smiling made my head feel a bit better.
"Sorry about doing Legilimency on you when we first met. I didn't even know I could until I did it on you."
"It's alright," Harry said, his voice sounding a little quieter and distant. "You didn't see anything too terrible. There were defiantly worse things you could have seen."
"Yeah," Ron spoke, "Like when Harry made out with Cho-"
Harry reached over and smacked him.
"So, before Ron had to make that remark," Harry said, "How's your head feeling?"
"Like a truck ran over it and my ears have been stuffed with nuclear bombs that just went off."
At the curious and unknowing look on Ron's face, all three of them started laughing.
"What?" Ron asked, unknowingly to why.
"No reason Ron," Hermione said, still laughing a bit.
His face slightly red, he shook it off.
"So, that was 'Voldemort' down there in the entrance hall… that was exactly as I had always pictured him."
"But Dumbledore said you were a muggle." Hermione stated, "How do you know about Voldemort?"
"I'm surprised you don't know, Harry," I said, turning to him, purposely keeping my eyes to the ground. "In the muggle world there are books about you, one for each year you've been in school. I could tell you a lot about yourself no one else but yourself knows. Sorry to have to unnerve you like that."
"W-what all do you know?"
"There's so much... name something and I'll tell you what year it happened in, or something like that.
Harry pondered for a second before saying, "What year did we win the Quidditch Cup?"
"What year? It would have been nice if you'd said what two years! Your 3rd and 5th year of course."
Jaws dropped on all three of them. Who wouldn't be a little unnerved by that?
"What else do you know?"
"You don't want to know, Harry. All I'll say is that in the muggle world this is a fantasy book. No one thinks it's more then a story. I sort of believed it, even though everyone I knew said I was crazy. And then one day I fell over backwards in my chair after wish I could be here… and I woke up here. It was always my dream to have my dream world be real, and it looks as if it is… that is unless I'm dreaming right now. But my guess is that I'm not since you can't hurt is dreams, and my head defiantly hurts."
No one said anything for a while. Finally, Madam Pomphrey said I was free to go anywhere in the castle I wanted too, and I got dressed.
After I was dressed, Harry asked, "So, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere… this castle is amazing. How about… the Room of Requirement?"
"Yeah, sure," Harry said with a bit of amusement in his voice. "But Dumbledore wants to speak with you at 4 o'clock, and its two now, so we don't have too awful long to give you the grand tour of the castle.
About fifteen minutes later, and many long narrow staircases and hallways later, Harry announced that we'd arrived at the Room of Requirement.
"You just have to walk past the door three times thinking-"
"I know what I have to do."
And so I walked past the door thinking very hard on exactly what I wanted Harry, Hermione, and Ron to see, and then a plain, brown door suddenly showed up on the wall. I opened it and inside stood a single table. On it laid five books. The walls were a Gryffindor red and the room was well lit.
"These are the books about you three."
The looks on their faces were priceless. The trio approached the books slowly, before opening them and rippling through the pages, reading what had been written about them. After over an hour and a half of them going through the pages and remarking to each other how remarkably accurate the story was, I spoke up. "Err, Harry?"
"Hmm?" He said, reading the third books chapters about when he'd discovered that Sirius was the good guy, and Peter was the bad one.
"Didn't you say that Dumbledore needed to talk to me at four?"
"Yes." And looking down at his watch he realized what time it was, and reluctantly set down his book. "We better get going."
Standing up, Hermione and Ron remained seated. Assuming they just didn't want to go, and were too absorbed in their reading to care, Harry and Anna left.
Once they'd left the room, Harry said, "You do know a lot, don't you." It wasn't a question. "You know, I knew there was something different about you in the beginning… I mean besides the whole Legilimency thing. You were the only person I've ever met who didn't look up at my scar when they first met me. Now I know why, but still… I knew you were different from the beginning. And then I also realized you looked a lot like my mum, except you have gold eyes instead of green."
"I do?"
"Yea, you look loads like her. Hair is what places you the most, but in other ways you do too."
Right then an unpleasant something almost ran straight into us as we rounded the corner. Three boys, Slytherin, who looked to be about my age stepped back upon seeing Harry. I could only be accurate as I guessed who they were.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
"Potter!" Malfoy spat, "What are you doing here?"
"I go to school here too, Malfoy. I believe I have as much right to walk through it as you. Then again, maybe I have more right, so move." Harry chose his words carefully and spoke them coolly.
"I don't move for scar heads and their girlfriends.
"First of all, if you don't move, I'll get you landed in the same place as your dad. That's right, I already know you're a Death Eater. Why don't you roll your sleeve up for everyone? And second, she's not my girlfriend."
"You couldn't land me anywhere greater then a detention for blowing your brains out. It'd be doing everyone a favor." Malfoy whipped his wand out, Harry did the same. Crabbe and Goyle followed suit, but they were so uncoordinated that they looked like the wands in their hands didn't perform magic, and that the most they could do with them has hit someone.
I got in between the two, trying to get them to back away. "Stop! Harry, it's not worth it. Just leave it be. It's almost four, we better-"
I had seen in to Harry's eyes, bet since he hadn't been looking at me nothing had happened, though I could tell by what I could see they burned with pure hatred.
But when I turned to Malfoy, he lowered his head to look at me and shove me aside, and mad the fatal mistake of making eye contact.
My heart felt like ice, as if I didn't give a damn about anyone or anything except myself.
I was walking down a long hallway in what had to be a mansion hundreds of years old. I felt small and weak, as if I was going somewhere to face my doom. I reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of a door, silent for a moment before I look a deep breath and said, "Father?"
"You may enter, Draco."
I pushed open the door to reveal a dimly lit room with no more then three candles lit by a man with slick blond hair sitting in an armchair in the far corner.
I walked up to the chair, a feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me I should turn around and run away, but knowing it would be much worse if I did.
My head was bent down, facing the floor and he spoke to me.
"Is what your Mother said true?"
"I do not know Father. What did she say?"
"Don't get smart with me! You Goddamn know what she said. How could you? You had second thoughts about one day becoming a Death Eater? It is in your blood, and whether you want it or not, you will follow whatever path has been set for you. If the Dark Lord sends you on a suicide mission, you will complete it for glory and honor and knowing that with what you have done you will be helping the Dark Lord to one day succeed. Do you understand me?"
"Yes father."
"Now for your punishment for thinking in such terms." I could see his shadow on the ground at which I stared. My father stood and raised his wand. I knew what words were going to be uttered before he had even stood, but hearing them ripped through my get and caused me to scream in pain as the Crucious curse hit me straight in the chest.
When I came out of Malfoy's mind my eyes held tears of pain and sadness.
I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my neck, and then a sudden realization seemed to come to him. He took a few steps backwards before turning and running in a full out sprint, Crabbe and Goyle close on his heals.
"What'd you see?"
"Him and his dad… his dad was mad at him and put the Crucious curse on him. And I could feel it. That's what took me out of it."
He seemed subdued and quiet. He laid a comforting arm around me before saying, "Come on, Dumbledore's office is just over here."
A/N- end of anther chapter. Something tells me I'll be writing a lot now, cause my parents may be getting divorced and I REALLY want to stay out of the way in my room, and this is something I always do in my room, so yay! REVIEW PLEASE! cuase u KNOW u want to! ( yes, you do, so go review… NOW!hehe)