I crept up the stairs but stopped short. I could hear sniffles coming from the other room and wondered what could possibly be making her cry. I picked up my pace a bit and opened the door. There was Chelsie, lying on the floor in a ball, her face buried in her arms, crying her eyes out. I slowly approached her and sat down at her feet. "Please stop crying." She was crying so hard that she was making herself sick. She continually coughed and I couldn't stand seeing her like this. "Chelsie what's wrong?"

She lifted her head up. "Don't pretend like you don't know what's wrong. My parents are dead Harry and I know you know."

"Who told you such a thing?"

"Voldemort, you know, also known as my father! I hate you for not telling me sooner! All this time you knew and you said nothing!"

I was at a loss for words but managed to stutter something off the tip of my tongue. "I...I...was coming up here to tell you."

"Just go away and leave me alone!"

It took me a minute to realise exactly what Voldemort was doing. "I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU! YOU KNOW THAT! THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T TELL YOU!"

"I SAID GO AWAY!" She then grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it directly at me slamming me in the face.

I smirked. "Of all the deadly objects you choose a pillow!" I could hear her muffled laugh as she continued to pretend to not want me around. "You know why you're acting like this I know you do. He's trying to force you against me, but you can't let him, you won't let him will you?"

She sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I've tried to, but you know it's a lost cause. I just..." The sudden urge to kiss her came over me and try as I might to resist it I just couldn't. I leaned over and kissed her. The moment my lips touched hers my scar began to burn so painfully that I felt my head had been sliced in two. I immediately pulled away and gripped my head in agony. Usually the pain only lasted a second, but this time it didn't stop. I curled myself into a ball and screamed in pain. The throbbing was making my stomach turn and I could feel something sharp rising out of the pit of my stomach and into my throat. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. Finally I began to gag and out of my mouth came a enormous piece of glass. I began to spit up blood and new immediately that I had been cut internally. The moment Chelsie saw the blood pour from my mouth she raced out of the room. "MRS. WEASLEY! COME QUICK!"

I could hear Mrs. Weasley frantically racing up the stairs. "HARRY!" She raced to my side and kneeled down besides me. "Let's get him to the hospital." There was a loud crack as Professor Lupin apparated right before our eyes. He kneeled besides Mrs. Weasley before turning around and looking at Chelsie.

"I didn't mean too. It was an accident."

"Some accident."

[2 Be Continued...]