Chapter 25: No More Powers
"It's has amused me that you protect this boy. It seems to me, that I can barely touch him, since the last time we met. Right Harry." Voldemort, moved closer to Page and Harry. Page heard him wince in pain, but he didn't say anything. The circle of deatheaters closed in around them, Page checked her watch. In a low voice and none detectable from Voldemort or his deatheaters, page breathed. "We have five minutes left Harry." Page stood up tall, to face her enemy. He moved quite close to Page barely four foot in front of her. "Now, how shall I punish you for getting away from me last time Harry?" With that he raised his wand at Harry, and shouted "Crucio" Page immediately dived in front of the blood red beam and shouted "Deflecio". The beam bounced right back at Voldemort, he screamed in pain. Suddenly the deatheaters all raised their wands. "This isn't you're fight. It's between, your master and me Harry." The deatheaters hesitated. They knew Page was right, but Voldemort didn't give them any commands. Seconds after, Page got a mouthful from Sirius and James. "What are you waiting for? Get him." Shouted Sirius. "NO! Page, I know you can't talk to us, but I suggest you wait until you can get away. If you kill Voldemort I m pretty sure that his followers aren't going to be happy with you, and you are out numbered ten to one." James was more-or-less talking to Sirius then Page. James was right. Page had no intention of killing Voldemort in front of his followers. Page felt them, their anger. Which made Page angry as well. Voldemort finally caught his breath. Walked a couple more paces towards them. And spoke gently to Page, as though to a child. "Now, now. That was very naughty. Wasn't it? I have never heard of that spell before. And what do we do to the weak if they chastise their elders?" He was staring at Page and Harry, but was clearly talking to his faithful deatheaters, Page saw them, looking for answers to their master's question. Page heard some of them mumble to each other and what she clearly heard from some of them, "Kill them", although she was quite certain that Voldemort didn't hear them. "Why oh why, did you send that letter to me? Did you think I would come here alone? I doubt that a handle full of aurora's could stop us, let alone me." He laughed, which sounded so cruel and evil, its shrill carried on towards the valleys. Page made a grab for Harry's hand. And breathed in his ear. "Its time." Both Harry and Page faced him. They didn't care about the deatheaters. They had their own protection, The Order of the Phoenix. They raised their wands directly at Voldemort's heart. The deatheaters inched closer, tightening the circle. Voldemort also raised his wand, but it wasn't pointing at Page, it was pointing at Harry. From what Page knew Voldemort wanted Page. Suddenly, in the worst possible time, Sirius shouted at her. "HE WANTS YOU ALIVE. HE WANTS HARRY DEAD. HE WILL PUT THE IMPETUS CURSE ON YOU." Page's heart gave an extra hard thump in her chest. Panic swept on her, like a tidal wave on a clear white beach. She didn't know what to do. Harry's life was hanging in the balance, and she was out numbered. Out witted. How on earth she and Harry were going to get out of this alive, Page didn't know. Voldemort was nearing closer, and then all of a sudden he fell to the ground. No spell was cast. Page quickly checked her watch it had struck midnight. The deatheaters also stopped moving. Then a bright white circle surrounded Harry Page and Voldemort, blocking out the deatheaters. Their shouts couldn't be heard, only there mouth less words could be seen. Harry then stepped in front of Page, blocking her from Voldemort. Page tried to move to block him, but she suddenly got an earful from James. "Page, he knows what he has to do. This is his chance; we'll be here to help him, if things get out of hand. But you have to think of a way out, I'm not sure Dumbledore can reach you." Page hadn't though about that. Too many things were happening all at once. Harry, standing over a fallen Voldemort who was on the ground writhing in pain. They had no way out. They had no clue how long this circle would last. Page's head was buzzing with fear. Harry then raised his wand at Voldemort; he knew exactly what curse to use on him. It was the very curse, which had killed his parents, and also Sirius, the Avada Kedavra curse. At the top of his lungs Harry shouted out the Avada Kedavra curse. A green flash was emitted from his wand, and struck Voldemort on his chest. Within seconds, both Harry and Page were screaming in agony, the pain in their heads was indescribable. Warm salty tears were strolling down Page's face; she then saw Harry hit the floor. He had blacked out from the pain. With the rest of her energy, she called out to James to save Harry and to get Dumbledore. But page heard no one. She could just make out Voldemort's lifeless body on the floor, his deatheaters shooting spells at the circle to try and break it. To at least try and save their master. Page tried to stand up, but the pain in her head had stopped her from moving at all. Just then a flash of blue came straight through into the circle, and surrounded Page and Harry. Page felt her boy rise off the floor; she looked towards Harry he was also floating in midair, his body limply flopping about. She tried to make a grab for Harry, but she couldn't reach him. The rest of Page's energy had left her, and she blacked out.
Sunshine came into view. It's rays penetrating the apple green curtains of a clean spotless room. Page turned her head to the left and saw what looked like presents and singing Petalla's standing in a vase of pink coloured water. Page then realised she was in St. Mungo's hospital. A couple of minutes passed, then a little old lady came into view, Page recognised her as a healer. She was wearing a lime green dress, with an cream coloured apron, showing St. Mungo's emblem. A wand and a bone, crossed. "Oh, I'm glad you're awake. Loads of people have been to see you. They will probably come in later if you're still awake." She brought out a trolley, with a jug of water, a cup and several potions. With a deep breath, Page swallowed to steady her voice. "How long have I been asleep?" Page tried to get up, but the lady gently pushed her back down. "About three weeks. But Dumbledore insisted that you shouldn't be wakened. He told me, to tell you that Harry will be fine. He is in the healer Dilly's ward, that's three wards down on the left from here. He hasn't woken up either. May I ask how you got into this situation? It would help greatly." She started to fill the cup with a potion, Page couldn't tell which one it was, but she got the feeling it wouldn't taste nice. Page didn't want to say much, not about Voldemort anyway. "We both got into a duel with a deatheater." Page then sat up, as the healer looked too shocked and horrified to notice. "Oh my dear. I am so sorry. That must have been a terrible duel I should imagine. Well not to worry. You'll be out of St. Mungo's within the week. That is, if you drink all your potions." The healer handed Page the cup, and quickly drank the potion. A sweet butterbeer like taste went soothingly down Page's throat. Her stomach seemed warm, and she felt content and relaxed. "I'll come back in half an hour, so that the potion can do its job so you can take the next one. Just stay in bed. You can open some of your presents if you like. I am afraid you have missed Christmas. Oh and if you need me, just ask for Winifred." She then took the trolley out of the room, and turned right. As soon as page saw her leave. She got out of bed, and quietly walked to Harry ward. The corridor looked surprisingly warm and welcoming. Her feet brushed along the shiny opaque floor. She then spotted the healer Dilly's ward and slowly crept in. She immediately saw Harry in front of her. Page was lucky enough to not see any healers about. She rushed forwards to Harry and sat on a chair next to him. He looked peaceful, and calm. Page didn't know what to say. This was all her fault. She shouldn't of dragged Harry into this. "I'm so sorry Harry." Page said quietly, stroking his hair, like a mother would do to a sick child. Suddenly Page got a sharp flash of a vision.
She was in the circle of blue light. She saw Voldemort's lifeless body begin carried away by a couple of deatheaters. Then a man, who was quiet skinny and was balding who said "His powers will thrive again."
Page then came back to reality. Her heart was pounding. Page had spent too much time out of bed. She softly kissed Harry on his forehead, and rushed out of the room.
As she walked past the other wards she stopped and looked into a ward that looked dark and gloomy. The curtains were closed, and all the drapes around the beds were closed too. Page looked for a sign telling her what ward it was. She spotted it at the top of the entrance.
Finnegan's Ward. Restricted Section. Authorised healers only.
Page was curious to know who was it in, but she had to get back to bed. The effects of the potion were wearing off rapidly.
Page had just pulled up the covers over her, as Winifred came in the room.
"There now are we feeling better? Visitors will be coming into see you soon. I have just got an owl from a Mrs Weasely. Here take this potion. It does taste a little nasty, but the taste won't last long." She handed Page another cup of potion. It was steaming slightly.
Page gulped it down. She was right it tasted awful. Like sour grapes and mud all rolled into one. Page shuddered. Then as soon as she felt the warm potion go down her throat, the taste had gone. The healer then went off to the other patients.
As soon as the clock stroke midday Molly, Arthur, Remus, Tonks, Ron, Ginny and Hermione came into the room. As they was Page was awake they beamed at her. "Oh thank goodness your awake Page. You feeling alright?" Said Molly as she pulled up a chair beside her. "Yes, I'm fine. My healer said I should be out during this week, which is good news. I went to see Harry this morning. I shouldn't of, but I just wanted to know how he was. He is alright isn't he?" Molly bit her lip. Page looked around them all, but they didn't want to say anything. They didn't have to tell her as Lilly started to talk to her. "Page, it's Lilly. There is something you have to know about Harry. He has lost his powers. Just like Voldemort did. We don't know what had happened. But when he wakes up, he won't know where he is, or who he is. I am so sorry to tell you Page." But before page could ask her any more questions, she had lost the connection. "Lilly, please come back I don't understand!" Page said aloud. The other looked at Page. They knew that Lilly told Page about Harry's conditions. Page didn't know what to say. There was nothing to say. Everything they that had planned. Hogwarts, Sirius, his parents. He won't remember. "Dumbledore is looking into the matter. There might be a chance Harry will remember, but it looks doubtful that he'll have his powers back." Hermione said meekly. The others didn't tell Hermione off. "So that's it! Nothing happened to me? Just some scrapes and bruises, and a good long sleep. Tell me, how it happened, you must know that much." Said looked at Remus, he tried to put on a brave face, but Page knew he was hurting. "Page, both you and Harry did a brave thing. Don't ever think it is your fault." In a low voice he said, "Voldemort has also lost his powers. We believe he is dead." "He isn't. When I went to see Harry I got a vision after me and Harry left. He is still very much alive." With this, alarmed looks spread across each face that was staring at Page. "Well Dumbledore must be told immediately. Tonks would you go please tell him?" Arthur told her, with that she nodded and quickly swept from the room. "You haven't opened your presents professor." Said Ginny quickly trying to enlighten the atmosphere. She crossed over to her side table and picked up a present, which was roughly wrapped in brown paper with string tied around it. Page had seen the present under the tree before Christmas. Page opened it as Ginny handed it over to her. It felt a little heavy. Page untied the string and slowly unwrapped the paper. She looked for a card but there was nothing. As the paper fell onto the bed Page gasped. "Oh my gosh! I never would of though of it." Page said in surprise. Inside was a set a crystals and a crystal ball, all printed with ancient runes and a new spell book of New Hexes and Jinx's. "What is it professor?" Ron asked her. "It's crystals and a crystal ball and a spell book. I have been wanting them for ages, but I didn't have the galleons for them." Page looked up at them all. "Who bought them for you?" Hermione asked, looking quite puzzled. "I am not sure, I didn't see a card." Page was searching in the paper but still there was nothing to be found. "That's odd." Said Molly. "Although they must know you wanted them, and they were in the house." "Hmm, I'll start questioning people when I see them next." Page said with a smile. "They were from me." Said Remus, he was going slightly red. "I asked Harry what you would like for Christmas, he wasn't very helpful, but he told me that you wanted some new crystals. The ones I bought you are enchanted. They will enhance your powers more, or so I was told." "Well...what can I say Remus, but thank you. It was lovely of you to buy them for me." Page smiled at him, and he smiled back. "What about the other presents professor?" Said Ron, he wanted to stop this electric atmosphere that was happening. Page guessed that he felt uncomfortable. "Let Page rest and she can open them later Ron. Fred and George said they'll pop by and see you later on. I'm sure they would like to wish you were well. As all of us do." Said Molly with a grin. She stood up and the rest followed suit. Although Remus had stayed behind to talk to Page alone. "I'll catch you up." He called after them. Both Hermione and Ginny giggled. And left the room. "Page, we need you to help us find Voldemort," Remus said in a low voice, "it's probable that he is back at the house, although we are unsure. Do you think you can check with James and Sirius?" "I wish I could Remus, but I think they are a bit upset to talk. So am I. I feel so sorry for them. It was too dangerous for Harry to be there. Most of my mind is a blank. The potions I am taking will help me figure out what happened with the curse that Harry used on Voldemort. But I can't really give you any other information then that." Page felt very hurt, she knew that Remus wanted some type of consultation from his friends, although they didn't want to talk about anything and Page understood that. "OK. We'll be back tomorrow. Get better." He gave her a weak smile, and held her hand, then left quickly.
Page was quite bored by herself drinking foul potions most of the day, and she was monitored throughout the night, so she couldn't visit Harry. Early one morning, Page got up and quietly walked across the corridor towards Harry's ward. It looked very dark, as the curtains were drawn and the bedsides lamps had been extinguished before they had gone to sleep. A draught came through the door, and Page turned round and saw someone run past her, heading for the Healer's office. Page had more pressing matters to deal with, so she went in and tiptoes to Harry's bed. He was still sound asleep. Page looked at his chart and the bottom of his bed. It read:
"Potter, Harry James. Arrival 26th December: Unknown accident. Medication: none."
'There isn't much on there', Page thought. She sat down at his side. Waiting for him to wake up. Page didn't know what to do. Too many feelings and unsolved memories were floating inside her head. Too many questions, so very few answers. She wanted to speak to Dumbledore, so ask him what was going on. An idea suddenly popped into her head, why didn't she contact Sirius and James. Surly they would be able to help Harry. "James, Sirius? If your there you'd better talk to me. I can't do this alone." Page waited until a voice appeared. "Page what is it?" Sirius said impatiently. "What do you mean? Look I want you to talk to Harry. I know he isn't awake yet, but I though that you could talk to him in his dreams. It might work." Page told him hoping beyond hope that he could help her. "Page, I don't think it's possible. And even if it did work, what will I say? 'Harry wake up or else'. It just doesn't work like that." "Well make it work Sirius, or woe betide me, I'll come up there and get you to talk to him." Page was starting to get angry. "All right fine. But I'm not too sure about this." Page put her hand on Harry's arm. Suddenly Page heard cold high laughter in her head. And Sirius was screaming at her, but she couldn't hear him. She was lost in another cloudy vision. "Wormtail, what news is of our master?" Said a distant voice that sounded like a strange echo that had bounced off several dark damp walls in an old strange house Page had only seen once, in a previous vision. It was a house on a hill in a rural little village, which was not too far from the hospital. "He still sleeps. That Potter boy must have done great damage to him. But he will wake soon enough. I am sure of it." Said a second man, which must have been the voice of Wormtail. "And what of the girl? Do we find her? It was what the master wanted." "All in due time Knott. I think we should wait until he awakens to get further instructions. But if he does not wake within the next month, we will seek her out, and bring her here." Page immediately let go of Harry. "Sirius, did you hear that?" Page stood up, panting like she had run fifteen miles none stop. "Yea I heard it. But Page, that's not Harry." Sirius said in a weak far-off voice. "What do you mean Sirius? Who isn't Harry? I don't understand?" "Page, you didn't touch Harry. That wasn't Harry. That was Voldemort."
"It's has amused me that you protect this boy. It seems to me, that I can barely touch him, since the last time we met. Right Harry." Voldemort, moved closer to Page and Harry. Page heard him wince in pain, but he didn't say anything. The circle of deatheaters closed in around them, Page checked her watch. In a low voice and none detectable from Voldemort or his deatheaters, page breathed. "We have five minutes left Harry." Page stood up tall, to face her enemy. He moved quite close to Page barely four foot in front of her. "Now, how shall I punish you for getting away from me last time Harry?" With that he raised his wand at Harry, and shouted "Crucio" Page immediately dived in front of the blood red beam and shouted "Deflecio". The beam bounced right back at Voldemort, he screamed in pain. Suddenly the deatheaters all raised their wands. "This isn't you're fight. It's between, your master and me Harry." The deatheaters hesitated. They knew Page was right, but Voldemort didn't give them any commands. Seconds after, Page got a mouthful from Sirius and James. "What are you waiting for? Get him." Shouted Sirius. "NO! Page, I know you can't talk to us, but I suggest you wait until you can get away. If you kill Voldemort I m pretty sure that his followers aren't going to be happy with you, and you are out numbered ten to one." James was more-or-less talking to Sirius then Page. James was right. Page had no intention of killing Voldemort in front of his followers. Page felt them, their anger. Which made Page angry as well. Voldemort finally caught his breath. Walked a couple more paces towards them. And spoke gently to Page, as though to a child. "Now, now. That was very naughty. Wasn't it? I have never heard of that spell before. And what do we do to the weak if they chastise their elders?" He was staring at Page and Harry, but was clearly talking to his faithful deatheaters, Page saw them, looking for answers to their master's question. Page heard some of them mumble to each other and what she clearly heard from some of them, "Kill them", although she was quite certain that Voldemort didn't hear them. "Why oh why, did you send that letter to me? Did you think I would come here alone? I doubt that a handle full of aurora's could stop us, let alone me." He laughed, which sounded so cruel and evil, its shrill carried on towards the valleys. Page made a grab for Harry's hand. And breathed in his ear. "Its time." Both Harry and Page faced him. They didn't care about the deatheaters. They had their own protection, The Order of the Phoenix. They raised their wands directly at Voldemort's heart. The deatheaters inched closer, tightening the circle. Voldemort also raised his wand, but it wasn't pointing at Page, it was pointing at Harry. From what Page knew Voldemort wanted Page. Suddenly, in the worst possible time, Sirius shouted at her. "HE WANTS YOU ALIVE. HE WANTS HARRY DEAD. HE WILL PUT THE IMPETUS CURSE ON YOU." Page's heart gave an extra hard thump in her chest. Panic swept on her, like a tidal wave on a clear white beach. She didn't know what to do. Harry's life was hanging in the balance, and she was out numbered. Out witted. How on earth she and Harry were going to get out of this alive, Page didn't know. Voldemort was nearing closer, and then all of a sudden he fell to the ground. No spell was cast. Page quickly checked her watch it had struck midnight. The deatheaters also stopped moving. Then a bright white circle surrounded Harry Page and Voldemort, blocking out the deatheaters. Their shouts couldn't be heard, only there mouth less words could be seen. Harry then stepped in front of Page, blocking her from Voldemort. Page tried to move to block him, but she suddenly got an earful from James. "Page, he knows what he has to do. This is his chance; we'll be here to help him, if things get out of hand. But you have to think of a way out, I'm not sure Dumbledore can reach you." Page hadn't though about that. Too many things were happening all at once. Harry, standing over a fallen Voldemort who was on the ground writhing in pain. They had no way out. They had no clue how long this circle would last. Page's head was buzzing with fear. Harry then raised his wand at Voldemort; he knew exactly what curse to use on him. It was the very curse, which had killed his parents, and also Sirius, the Avada Kedavra curse. At the top of his lungs Harry shouted out the Avada Kedavra curse. A green flash was emitted from his wand, and struck Voldemort on his chest. Within seconds, both Harry and Page were screaming in agony, the pain in their heads was indescribable. Warm salty tears were strolling down Page's face; she then saw Harry hit the floor. He had blacked out from the pain. With the rest of her energy, she called out to James to save Harry and to get Dumbledore. But page heard no one. She could just make out Voldemort's lifeless body on the floor, his deatheaters shooting spells at the circle to try and break it. To at least try and save their master. Page tried to stand up, but the pain in her head had stopped her from moving at all. Just then a flash of blue came straight through into the circle, and surrounded Page and Harry. Page felt her boy rise off the floor; she looked towards Harry he was also floating in midair, his body limply flopping about. She tried to make a grab for Harry, but she couldn't reach him. The rest of Page's energy had left her, and she blacked out.
Sunshine came into view. It's rays penetrating the apple green curtains of a clean spotless room. Page turned her head to the left and saw what looked like presents and singing Petalla's standing in a vase of pink coloured water. Page then realised she was in St. Mungo's hospital. A couple of minutes passed, then a little old lady came into view, Page recognised her as a healer. She was wearing a lime green dress, with an cream coloured apron, showing St. Mungo's emblem. A wand and a bone, crossed. "Oh, I'm glad you're awake. Loads of people have been to see you. They will probably come in later if you're still awake." She brought out a trolley, with a jug of water, a cup and several potions. With a deep breath, Page swallowed to steady her voice. "How long have I been asleep?" Page tried to get up, but the lady gently pushed her back down. "About three weeks. But Dumbledore insisted that you shouldn't be wakened. He told me, to tell you that Harry will be fine. He is in the healer Dilly's ward, that's three wards down on the left from here. He hasn't woken up either. May I ask how you got into this situation? It would help greatly." She started to fill the cup with a potion, Page couldn't tell which one it was, but she got the feeling it wouldn't taste nice. Page didn't want to say much, not about Voldemort anyway. "We both got into a duel with a deatheater." Page then sat up, as the healer looked too shocked and horrified to notice. "Oh my dear. I am so sorry. That must have been a terrible duel I should imagine. Well not to worry. You'll be out of St. Mungo's within the week. That is, if you drink all your potions." The healer handed Page the cup, and quickly drank the potion. A sweet butterbeer like taste went soothingly down Page's throat. Her stomach seemed warm, and she felt content and relaxed. "I'll come back in half an hour, so that the potion can do its job so you can take the next one. Just stay in bed. You can open some of your presents if you like. I am afraid you have missed Christmas. Oh and if you need me, just ask for Winifred." She then took the trolley out of the room, and turned right. As soon as page saw her leave. She got out of bed, and quietly walked to Harry ward. The corridor looked surprisingly warm and welcoming. Her feet brushed along the shiny opaque floor. She then spotted the healer Dilly's ward and slowly crept in. She immediately saw Harry in front of her. Page was lucky enough to not see any healers about. She rushed forwards to Harry and sat on a chair next to him. He looked peaceful, and calm. Page didn't know what to say. This was all her fault. She shouldn't of dragged Harry into this. "I'm so sorry Harry." Page said quietly, stroking his hair, like a mother would do to a sick child. Suddenly Page got a sharp flash of a vision.
She was in the circle of blue light. She saw Voldemort's lifeless body begin carried away by a couple of deatheaters. Then a man, who was quiet skinny and was balding who said "His powers will thrive again."
Page then came back to reality. Her heart was pounding. Page had spent too much time out of bed. She softly kissed Harry on his forehead, and rushed out of the room.
As she walked past the other wards she stopped and looked into a ward that looked dark and gloomy. The curtains were closed, and all the drapes around the beds were closed too. Page looked for a sign telling her what ward it was. She spotted it at the top of the entrance.
Finnegan's Ward. Restricted Section. Authorised healers only.
Page was curious to know who was it in, but she had to get back to bed. The effects of the potion were wearing off rapidly.
Page had just pulled up the covers over her, as Winifred came in the room.
"There now are we feeling better? Visitors will be coming into see you soon. I have just got an owl from a Mrs Weasely. Here take this potion. It does taste a little nasty, but the taste won't last long." She handed Page another cup of potion. It was steaming slightly.
Page gulped it down. She was right it tasted awful. Like sour grapes and mud all rolled into one. Page shuddered. Then as soon as she felt the warm potion go down her throat, the taste had gone. The healer then went off to the other patients.
As soon as the clock stroke midday Molly, Arthur, Remus, Tonks, Ron, Ginny and Hermione came into the room. As they was Page was awake they beamed at her. "Oh thank goodness your awake Page. You feeling alright?" Said Molly as she pulled up a chair beside her. "Yes, I'm fine. My healer said I should be out during this week, which is good news. I went to see Harry this morning. I shouldn't of, but I just wanted to know how he was. He is alright isn't he?" Molly bit her lip. Page looked around them all, but they didn't want to say anything. They didn't have to tell her as Lilly started to talk to her. "Page, it's Lilly. There is something you have to know about Harry. He has lost his powers. Just like Voldemort did. We don't know what had happened. But when he wakes up, he won't know where he is, or who he is. I am so sorry to tell you Page." But before page could ask her any more questions, she had lost the connection. "Lilly, please come back I don't understand!" Page said aloud. The other looked at Page. They knew that Lilly told Page about Harry's conditions. Page didn't know what to say. There was nothing to say. Everything they that had planned. Hogwarts, Sirius, his parents. He won't remember. "Dumbledore is looking into the matter. There might be a chance Harry will remember, but it looks doubtful that he'll have his powers back." Hermione said meekly. The others didn't tell Hermione off. "So that's it! Nothing happened to me? Just some scrapes and bruises, and a good long sleep. Tell me, how it happened, you must know that much." Said looked at Remus, he tried to put on a brave face, but Page knew he was hurting. "Page, both you and Harry did a brave thing. Don't ever think it is your fault." In a low voice he said, "Voldemort has also lost his powers. We believe he is dead." "He isn't. When I went to see Harry I got a vision after me and Harry left. He is still very much alive." With this, alarmed looks spread across each face that was staring at Page. "Well Dumbledore must be told immediately. Tonks would you go please tell him?" Arthur told her, with that she nodded and quickly swept from the room. "You haven't opened your presents professor." Said Ginny quickly trying to enlighten the atmosphere. She crossed over to her side table and picked up a present, which was roughly wrapped in brown paper with string tied around it. Page had seen the present under the tree before Christmas. Page opened it as Ginny handed it over to her. It felt a little heavy. Page untied the string and slowly unwrapped the paper. She looked for a card but there was nothing. As the paper fell onto the bed Page gasped. "Oh my gosh! I never would of though of it." Page said in surprise. Inside was a set a crystals and a crystal ball, all printed with ancient runes and a new spell book of New Hexes and Jinx's. "What is it professor?" Ron asked her. "It's crystals and a crystal ball and a spell book. I have been wanting them for ages, but I didn't have the galleons for them." Page looked up at them all. "Who bought them for you?" Hermione asked, looking quite puzzled. "I am not sure, I didn't see a card." Page was searching in the paper but still there was nothing to be found. "That's odd." Said Molly. "Although they must know you wanted them, and they were in the house." "Hmm, I'll start questioning people when I see them next." Page said with a smile. "They were from me." Said Remus, he was going slightly red. "I asked Harry what you would like for Christmas, he wasn't very helpful, but he told me that you wanted some new crystals. The ones I bought you are enchanted. They will enhance your powers more, or so I was told." "Well...what can I say Remus, but thank you. It was lovely of you to buy them for me." Page smiled at him, and he smiled back. "What about the other presents professor?" Said Ron, he wanted to stop this electric atmosphere that was happening. Page guessed that he felt uncomfortable. "Let Page rest and she can open them later Ron. Fred and George said they'll pop by and see you later on. I'm sure they would like to wish you were well. As all of us do." Said Molly with a grin. She stood up and the rest followed suit. Although Remus had stayed behind to talk to Page alone. "I'll catch you up." He called after them. Both Hermione and Ginny giggled. And left the room. "Page, we need you to help us find Voldemort," Remus said in a low voice, "it's probable that he is back at the house, although we are unsure. Do you think you can check with James and Sirius?" "I wish I could Remus, but I think they are a bit upset to talk. So am I. I feel so sorry for them. It was too dangerous for Harry to be there. Most of my mind is a blank. The potions I am taking will help me figure out what happened with the curse that Harry used on Voldemort. But I can't really give you any other information then that." Page felt very hurt, she knew that Remus wanted some type of consultation from his friends, although they didn't want to talk about anything and Page understood that. "OK. We'll be back tomorrow. Get better." He gave her a weak smile, and held her hand, then left quickly.
Page was quite bored by herself drinking foul potions most of the day, and she was monitored throughout the night, so she couldn't visit Harry. Early one morning, Page got up and quietly walked across the corridor towards Harry's ward. It looked very dark, as the curtains were drawn and the bedsides lamps had been extinguished before they had gone to sleep. A draught came through the door, and Page turned round and saw someone run past her, heading for the Healer's office. Page had more pressing matters to deal with, so she went in and tiptoes to Harry's bed. He was still sound asleep. Page looked at his chart and the bottom of his bed. It read:
"Potter, Harry James. Arrival 26th December: Unknown accident. Medication: none."
'There isn't much on there', Page thought. She sat down at his side. Waiting for him to wake up. Page didn't know what to do. Too many feelings and unsolved memories were floating inside her head. Too many questions, so very few answers. She wanted to speak to Dumbledore, so ask him what was going on. An idea suddenly popped into her head, why didn't she contact Sirius and James. Surly they would be able to help Harry. "James, Sirius? If your there you'd better talk to me. I can't do this alone." Page waited until a voice appeared. "Page what is it?" Sirius said impatiently. "What do you mean? Look I want you to talk to Harry. I know he isn't awake yet, but I though that you could talk to him in his dreams. It might work." Page told him hoping beyond hope that he could help her. "Page, I don't think it's possible. And even if it did work, what will I say? 'Harry wake up or else'. It just doesn't work like that." "Well make it work Sirius, or woe betide me, I'll come up there and get you to talk to him." Page was starting to get angry. "All right fine. But I'm not too sure about this." Page put her hand on Harry's arm. Suddenly Page heard cold high laughter in her head. And Sirius was screaming at her, but she couldn't hear him. She was lost in another cloudy vision. "Wormtail, what news is of our master?" Said a distant voice that sounded like a strange echo that had bounced off several dark damp walls in an old strange house Page had only seen once, in a previous vision. It was a house on a hill in a rural little village, which was not too far from the hospital. "He still sleeps. That Potter boy must have done great damage to him. But he will wake soon enough. I am sure of it." Said a second man, which must have been the voice of Wormtail. "And what of the girl? Do we find her? It was what the master wanted." "All in due time Knott. I think we should wait until he awakens to get further instructions. But if he does not wake within the next month, we will seek her out, and bring her here." Page immediately let go of Harry. "Sirius, did you hear that?" Page stood up, panting like she had run fifteen miles none stop. "Yea I heard it. But Page, that's not Harry." Sirius said in a weak far-off voice. "What do you mean Sirius? Who isn't Harry? I don't understand?" "Page, you didn't touch Harry. That wasn't Harry. That was Voldemort."