Chapter 29: The Unexpected Twist
On the morning of the Quidditch match, Page woke up with a start and looked at her clock. There was thirty minutes until the match started. "Damn" she said to herself. She quickly showered, dressed and ran down to get breakfast. Her hair was still wet, "Evapouratus" she said as she pointed her wand to her head. The water vanished and left her hair dry just as she entered the great hall. It looked quite empty as stragglers were in a hurry to eat breakfast; Page quickly grabbed some toast off the Gryffindor table and ran down to the Quidditch pitch, eating it as she went. Instead of heading to her seat in the stands, she went straight into the changing rooms to find Harry. He was giving his team a quick pep talk. He stopped abruptly as he caught sight of her. "They know everything you taught us last night. I think we are going to win this round very quick." He told her. His face was beaming. Page looked around at the rest of the Gryffindor team, they too were smiling. "So, what's your plan?" Page asked him. "I am going to keep the Hufflepuff seeker off the snitch, until the last moment, but if all goes to plan, if they catch it, we'll still win the match. Ginny will win the first three goals while Sam and Terry will keep the Hufflepuff chasers out of the way." He stopped there as the doors opened for them all, to go out and play the match. "Good luck you guys." Page called to them, as she left to find her seat in the stands. Page ran up four flights of steps to reach the teachers box, where Dean was commentating. She said down in the middle of him Minerva. She made it just in time as the quaffle was released. "GINNY WEASELY TAKES THE QUAFFLE, YOUNGER SISTER OF RON WEASELY. ERNIE MACMILLIAN IS CLOSING IN ON HER. WOW WHAT WAS THAT?" He said, as Ginny had dived, twisted round the hoops and threw the quaffle into the second hoop. Uproar of screams and yells came from the crowd and also boo's from the Slytherin section as well from the Hufflepuff's. "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Dean shouted. Page clapped so hard her hands started to feel numb. "I haven't seen that move before." Said a sly voice. Page didn't need to turn round to recognise who it was. Snape sounded horrified. "What's the matter Severus? Didn't you know they tried out some new moves." Page said. She turned around to see Snape's shocked face. "You! You taught them that didn't you?" He face was white, what little colour her had in this cheeks had drained from him. "What if I did, its not illegal Severus." Page turned back around smiling to herself; she was just in time to see Ginny score another goal. "WOW THE GRYFFINDORS HAVE GOT REALLY SWEET MOVES. ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR THANKS TO GINNY WEASELY!" Dean shouted, he was jumping up and down on his seat. "Dean that's enough" Minerva told him. But she too was giddy with excitement of the thought of winning the Quidditch school cup. Page watched Ginny score another goal with Page's move that she showed Harry last night. Another burst of uproar filled the stadium. "GRYFFINDOR IS IN THE LEAD THIRTY TO ZERO" Dean shouted. And as Harry had said it was Sam's turn to score three goals. Page wish she was on her broomstick helping out. Page loved Quidditch more then anything, she had been one of the very first to win a streak of twenty goals in a row. Page wondered if her trophy was still in the cabinet near Dumbledore's office. Within ten minutes Gryffindor was winning one hundred and eighty to zero. Page didn't dare turn round to look at Snape. She could feel his anger emitting from his furious pumping temples, so she kept her focus on the match. Page was hanging off her seat, she saw one of the Hufflepuff's take the quaffle from Ginny, and was heading towards Ron. "ANNABELLE CLAKSON HAS STOLEN THE QUAFFLE OFF GINNY WEASLEY AND IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THE GRYFFINDOR KEEPER. COME ON RON, STOP HER!" Dean screamed through the megaphone. It was starting to rain and the wind was howling against the teachers box. The Hufflepuff chaser was the only one heading towards Ron as the rest of the team was up at the Hufflepuff hoops. Even still through poor visibility, Page knew how Ron must feel. The Hufflepuff chaser tried out Ginny's move, just as Page had anticipated. And Ron knew this. Annabelle aimed for the third hoop, and threw the quaffle towards the second hoop. Ron caught it. "HE'S DONE IT. RON WEASELY CAUGHT THE QUAFFLE, WELL DONE RON!" Dean screamed. More screams of triumph echoed across the grounds by the Gryffindors. Ron passed the quaffle to Sam who passed it to Ginny who flew straight passed the dazed Hufflepuff's and scored yet another goal. "AND THEY HAVE DONE IT AGAIN! GRYFFINOR TAKE'S THE LEAD WITH ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY POINTS TO ZERO. THE HUFFLEPUFFS NEED TO GET POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE." Page looked around for Harry. He was keeping a sharp eye on the Hufflepuff seeker, just to make sure that Harry would get to the snitch before him. He spotted it. Harry flew at fast as ever, being a gold and red blur fly past half of the Quidditch pitch before he grabbed the snitch. "ITS OVER. HARRY POTTER RECEIVES ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTS FOR CATCHING THE SNITCH. THE GRYFFINDOR'S HAVE WON THREE HUNDRED AND FOURTY TO ZERO!" Page quickly ran past everyone, and headed down towards the crowd, which were gathering around the Gryffindor team. "Harry you did it! I can't believe it. You guys were brilliant." Page said, making her way towards his beaming face. Ron came towards her and hugged her. "Thanks for everything Professor." His face too was beaming broadly. Water was dripping down their faces. "Come on Harry. Party in the common room." Ron told everyone. Both Ron and Harry were lifted on to their fellow Gryffindors shoulders and were carried up to the castle.
As Page got to her office to mark some of the second year tests, she heard shouts and jeers from a couple of Gryffindors who were outside her room. They knocked on her door and waited for her to open it. There stood Neville, Ginny and Harry. "Hey, I know its probably now allowed, but do you want to celebrate with us, after all you helped us loads." Harry asked her. His beaming face hadn't changed since after winning the match. "Er I'll finish these tests and I'll come and join you." She told them. They waited outside her door until she had finished scribbling down random marks to her second year students on what they're predicted grades are, and left with Harry, Ginny and Neville to celebrate their victory in the Gryffindor common room. The common room was packed with jeering students; they were even more so when Page entered the room. "Hey professor, nice of you to join us." Dean shouted across the room. Page went in a sat down on an armchair in front of the blazing fire. Harry handed her a cup of butterbeer and a couple of cauldron cakes. He sat down on the floor opposite her, laughing at Ron's impressions of the Hufflepuff's. "They didn't even see Ginny coming towards them. And their look on their faces when Harry caught the snitch-" "Did you see Malfoy's face when you caught the quaffle. They won't be singing Weasely is our King anymore." Neville told them. "Well I wouldn't have caught it, if it wasn't for the professor here." Ron said, indicating Page with his head. Page smiled. She had made the Hufflepuff's look like children compared to the Gryffindors. Hermione had stopped this however. "Although, it does seem like favouritism doesn't it?" Hermione said. "Oh put a sock it in Hermione, we won, and we looked good." Ron said; he checked his watch. "It's only five thirty. We have another six hours of partying Hermione. Don't spoil it." He gulped down the rest of his butterbeer and went off to get more. "I know what you mean Hermione," Page said to her. "But it was purely for Ron's sake. You know what he's like." She nodded her head in agreement. Ron came back with two cup's full of butterbeer. He then sent up some sparks to get everyone's attention. "I'd just like to say," he began as everyone went quiet, "that we couldn't of won without Professor Quinn. So," he raised his cup, everyone else followed suit, "to Professor Quinn." "To Professor Quinn." Everyone sang. Page felt happier since she had been in a long time.
By eight o'clock, most of the food and drink had gone. Hermione nearly hit Ron, as he and Harry were just about to go back down into the kitchens to get more food. "No, leave them alone. They don't want to serve you all night. They have enough to do already, which they really shouldn't be doing! Why do you think S.P.E.W is going to new heights?" Hermione asked him, she had stood up in anger. Page looked around to see if people were looking at Hermione. "People are used to these to fight." Harry told her, as he saw her looking at people's faces. "Oh thank Merlin. I knew you'd drop S.P.E.W off a cliff, well, its better sooner then later I suppose." He mocked her, and she had had enough. "Ron, you are absolutely impossible. I'm going to bed." She grabbed her cup and threw it on the fire. "Hermione, its only eight. And please tell me what Spew is?" Page asked her. But she turned of her heel and stormed off in a huff. "It means Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare. Hermione thinks all house elves should be like Dobby. Free and wants paying." Ron said in disgust. Page laughed. "Elves that want to be free, and earn money. I have never heard anything so ridiculous. Oh dear, I'll be laughing all night. Oh honestly, she believes it will be good for them?" She asked Ron and Harry. They too were giggling at Page. "Yeah, she has been at SPEW for about two years. She hasn't given up hope-" Harry said as Ron interrupted him. "She wants to take S.P.E.W to her career. She can do good things with her brain, but no, something worthless and stupid." "Hmm, I'm not sure about stupid. But it isn't a good career for her is it? Oh well I better be off. No doubt I'll get 'told off' for being here." "Why would you get told off?" Ginny asked Page, as she came over to see what they were talking about. "Lets just say that it's for emergencies only." Page winked at her. She turned to Harry. "Oh and Harry, tomorrow night at seven, my office." Page bid them goodnight and headed back to her classroom. Ibid was there waiting for her outside her window looking thoroughly distressed, with a letter attached to his leg. Page ran up to him, wrenched open the window and ripped off the letter. He took off immediately into the windy night. The letter was from Remus.
Hey Page, Yeah, we knew about your meeting, congratulations. As for Harry, Ron and Hermione, it seems to me that you are one of their favourite teachers, and they respect you. No wonder they are angry with you. But I'm sure they will respect your decision whatever you chose. Everyone is fine in London, including me. Don't worry about Severus; I think he feels a little vulnerable after what happened. But that man in Hogshead, I can't really give you any advice, I'm afraid. I'll ask around and see what I can do. In the mean time, stick to your job and your duties to Harry. Yours truly, Remus Lupin.
Page felt a little downhearted since there wasn't much in the letter, and she had hoped for more. Page checked her clock it read quarter to ten. Page decided to go to bed, so that she could get an early start on her classes homework. Page woke up in the pitch-black of her room, her head was screaming in pain, literally. Was she getting a vision? And if so, why now? Had Voldemort rejoined his followers? Page's answers came swiftly. "Wormtail, you disappoint me." A cold cruel voice spoke inside Page's head. Page saw a dark hooded figure standing by a fire in a rotting room. Page had seen this room before. They were still at Voldemort's old house. "M-master, I-I-am s-so sorry. T-this w-wasn't meant t-to happen." In Page's vision, she saw Wormtail, one of James Potter's best friends cowering on the carpet, grovelling on his hands and knees, wet salty tears were strolling down his face, as well as deep red blood. "You deserve this pain Wormtail. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you?" He laughed menacingly. Page's scar, felt like it was cutting into her skull. As suddenly as it came, if had left. Page felt herself on the cold hard floor or her room. She quickly got out of bed and pelted towards the Gryffindor common room. He had bumped into Ron.
"It's Harry. It's really bad. He's saying all these weird words." Ron told her, as they were running towards the portrait. As they got in, some students were out of bed, talking in panic. They didn't say a word as Page ran past them and headed towards the boys dormitory. "What happened Ron?" Page asked him, as she walked into the room. Harry was having a fit, sweat was pouring from his face, and he was speaking in parcel tongue. "He started screaming, and me Dean and Neville tried to calm him down, but he pushed us off him, and started shaking." Ron held back as Page went towards Harry. Page tried to understand what Harry was saying. He was trashing about on his bed, his covers were thrown on the floor in a heap. "The time will come. Soon it will be the end of Harry Potter. The end of the muggles, the end of the mud bloods." Harry was saying. "Ron, he is talking in parcel tongue, go and get Professor McGonagall, quickly." Ron was out of the door, before Page finished her sentence. "Sirius, James I could use your help round about now." Page asked them. Within a couple of seconds their presence was known. "What is happening to Harry?" James asked her. "I don't know. I had a vision about five minutes ago, and I went to check on Harry, and I found him in this state. What shall I do?" "Restrain him, he'll hurt himself if he isn't calmed down." No sooner had James said this, Page got out her wand and from it's tip shot out ropes, that wound themselves around Harry's legs and arms, constricting him to move. He struggled to move, Page felt sorry for him. "Harry? It's me, Page. Come on, snap out of it," She told him. Harry stopped moving and looked at her, his eyes weren't his own. They were a blood red. Page stood back in shock. "Voldemort." She breathed. Harry started to laugh, a manic laugh, which Page only heard from Voldemort. Page then suddenly realised that Harry was possessed. The door suddenly burst open and Minerva and Dumbledore came in. "Mr Weasely has told me everything. Minerva lock the door, and take all the Gryffindor students into the hall." She did as she was told. Page saw Ron poke his head round the door to look at Page and Harry before Minerva closed the door with a snap! Without a word, Dumbledore had cast a spell on Harry, which made him scream in pain. Page's scar streaked with white-hot pain, she then heard the voice of Lilly's scream in her head, before the pain subsided. Page looked over at Harry. He had stopped writhing and looked blankly at her. He looked white and pale as though he had never seen sunlight. Dumbledore walked up to Page. "He'll be fine now, you can talk to him. I have to leave now, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry Page." And with that he left. Page saw him go, with not other word, which was said. She looked back at Harry; he turned over to his side and vomited. Page vanished the ropes and the sick with her wand, and sat on the end of his bed. She produced a bowl filled with cold water and a sponge to dab his forehead. He didn't look like he wanted to talk, but really Page had no intention of talking to him, she was too alarmed and sadden to. Within ten minutes colour came back into his cheeks, although he looked tired, his strength had not left him. A tiny knock came on the door, and Ron and Hermione came in. Page knew that they wanted to talk to Harry. Maybe they would make him talk, and tell them all what had happened to him. Both Hermione and Ron sat down on Harry's bed next to Page. Hermione started to cry when she saw him. Harry didn't seem to care. "Professor, what's wrong with him? Why won't he talk to us?" She asked her, as tears flowed from her eyes. Ron wasn't looking at Harry, but at the floor. He seemed distressed, and very tired. "I'm not sure Hermione. I think he's in shock. I don't blame him". "I'm not in shock," Harry said abruptly which made everyone jump. "I'm just trying to figure out why I was saying all that stuff." He was staring blankly at the ceiling. "So, if you knew what was going on, why didn't you stop it, why didn't you block Voldemort?" Hermione asked him. He didn't say anything. Ron winced at the sound of his name, but everyone ignored him. "Look Harry, just tell us mate, then we can help you-" Ron started to say, before Harry shot him a look of disgust. "I don't need your help. I just need to be alone." He turned his back on them, and didn't utter a single word. Page got up, but Harry turned around and reached his hand out to stop her. "I want to talk to my dad." Page nodded, and Ron and Hermione left them alone to talk. "Harry before you talk to James, please tell me what happened?" He looked at her in a depressing way that Page had never seen him like that before. He took a deep steadying breath. "I was asleep dreaming about the house, and suddenly I saw Voldemort kill Wormtail. I'm not sure of what he did, but he wasn't very happy with him. And then he looked into the mirror on the mantle piece above the fireplace, and he saw my reflection, and he took over me. I tried to fend him off by concentrating on Hogwarts and other things. I'm not sure if he knew he was inside me. He then started to talk to his snake, Nagini and I couldn't bring myself back to reality until Dumbledore sort of cut the connection." He trailed off, looking more sorrowful and upset. Page went to hug him. She felt to sorry for him. It was her fault that this was happening to him. It was her sight that was doing this to him; she desperately wanted it to go away, for everything to be happy for Harry, to lead a normal life, to not get stared at or talked about as if he was crazy. He just wanted to be left alone and Page understood that. "Harry, are you all right?" Sirius asked him. "Of course he isn't Sirius." James said impatiently, "Harry did you feel anything, do you know what Voldemort wants to do?" "No, but Wormtail is dead. He killed him. He seemed to be very angry with him, I'm not sure what he did, but it must have been bad to kill him personally." "Hmm, I'm not sure what Wormtail has done. We'll discuss this later, Harry, Page; you need to get some sleep." James said. "Dad, where did Dumbledore go? He didn't tell us anything." "He's probably going to tell the order. No doubt Remus will want to know about this. Goodnight you two." And with that, Sirius and James left, leaving Page and Harry empty without knowledge about Dumbledore. Page left Harry to go to sleep, and the rest of the Gryffindors traipsed back up to their dormitories looking tired and quite annoyed. Page passed Ron and Hermione, but Page thought it best to leave the talking to tomorrow. Page checked her watch when she got back into bed. It said 4:58. It took a while for her to go to sleep, so many things had happened to Harry and she couldn't explain. Why had Dumbledore left without telling them anything? Was he going to tell them eventually? Page felt a little annoyed at Dumbledore for leaving her in the dark, but after all he usually has a good reason not to. Slowly but surely Page fell asleep. She had a peculiar dream; she had met up with her mother in a little café outside of London. Page was telling her mother everything. About how Harry needs closure, how he needs protection everyday. And all her mother was doing was reading the Daily Prophet looking thoroughly unimpressed.
On the morning of the Quidditch match, Page woke up with a start and looked at her clock. There was thirty minutes until the match started. "Damn" she said to herself. She quickly showered, dressed and ran down to get breakfast. Her hair was still wet, "Evapouratus" she said as she pointed her wand to her head. The water vanished and left her hair dry just as she entered the great hall. It looked quite empty as stragglers were in a hurry to eat breakfast; Page quickly grabbed some toast off the Gryffindor table and ran down to the Quidditch pitch, eating it as she went. Instead of heading to her seat in the stands, she went straight into the changing rooms to find Harry. He was giving his team a quick pep talk. He stopped abruptly as he caught sight of her. "They know everything you taught us last night. I think we are going to win this round very quick." He told her. His face was beaming. Page looked around at the rest of the Gryffindor team, they too were smiling. "So, what's your plan?" Page asked him. "I am going to keep the Hufflepuff seeker off the snitch, until the last moment, but if all goes to plan, if they catch it, we'll still win the match. Ginny will win the first three goals while Sam and Terry will keep the Hufflepuff chasers out of the way." He stopped there as the doors opened for them all, to go out and play the match. "Good luck you guys." Page called to them, as she left to find her seat in the stands. Page ran up four flights of steps to reach the teachers box, where Dean was commentating. She said down in the middle of him Minerva. She made it just in time as the quaffle was released. "GINNY WEASELY TAKES THE QUAFFLE, YOUNGER SISTER OF RON WEASELY. ERNIE MACMILLIAN IS CLOSING IN ON HER. WOW WHAT WAS THAT?" He said, as Ginny had dived, twisted round the hoops and threw the quaffle into the second hoop. Uproar of screams and yells came from the crowd and also boo's from the Slytherin section as well from the Hufflepuff's. "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Dean shouted. Page clapped so hard her hands started to feel numb. "I haven't seen that move before." Said a sly voice. Page didn't need to turn round to recognise who it was. Snape sounded horrified. "What's the matter Severus? Didn't you know they tried out some new moves." Page said. She turned around to see Snape's shocked face. "You! You taught them that didn't you?" He face was white, what little colour her had in this cheeks had drained from him. "What if I did, its not illegal Severus." Page turned back around smiling to herself; she was just in time to see Ginny score another goal. "WOW THE GRYFFINDORS HAVE GOT REALLY SWEET MOVES. ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR THANKS TO GINNY WEASELY!" Dean shouted, he was jumping up and down on his seat. "Dean that's enough" Minerva told him. But she too was giddy with excitement of the thought of winning the Quidditch school cup. Page watched Ginny score another goal with Page's move that she showed Harry last night. Another burst of uproar filled the stadium. "GRYFFINDOR IS IN THE LEAD THIRTY TO ZERO" Dean shouted. And as Harry had said it was Sam's turn to score three goals. Page wish she was on her broomstick helping out. Page loved Quidditch more then anything, she had been one of the very first to win a streak of twenty goals in a row. Page wondered if her trophy was still in the cabinet near Dumbledore's office. Within ten minutes Gryffindor was winning one hundred and eighty to zero. Page didn't dare turn round to look at Snape. She could feel his anger emitting from his furious pumping temples, so she kept her focus on the match. Page was hanging off her seat, she saw one of the Hufflepuff's take the quaffle from Ginny, and was heading towards Ron. "ANNABELLE CLAKSON HAS STOLEN THE QUAFFLE OFF GINNY WEASLEY AND IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THE GRYFFINDOR KEEPER. COME ON RON, STOP HER!" Dean screamed through the megaphone. It was starting to rain and the wind was howling against the teachers box. The Hufflepuff chaser was the only one heading towards Ron as the rest of the team was up at the Hufflepuff hoops. Even still through poor visibility, Page knew how Ron must feel. The Hufflepuff chaser tried out Ginny's move, just as Page had anticipated. And Ron knew this. Annabelle aimed for the third hoop, and threw the quaffle towards the second hoop. Ron caught it. "HE'S DONE IT. RON WEASELY CAUGHT THE QUAFFLE, WELL DONE RON!" Dean screamed. More screams of triumph echoed across the grounds by the Gryffindors. Ron passed the quaffle to Sam who passed it to Ginny who flew straight passed the dazed Hufflepuff's and scored yet another goal. "AND THEY HAVE DONE IT AGAIN! GRYFFINOR TAKE'S THE LEAD WITH ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY POINTS TO ZERO. THE HUFFLEPUFFS NEED TO GET POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE." Page looked around for Harry. He was keeping a sharp eye on the Hufflepuff seeker, just to make sure that Harry would get to the snitch before him. He spotted it. Harry flew at fast as ever, being a gold and red blur fly past half of the Quidditch pitch before he grabbed the snitch. "ITS OVER. HARRY POTTER RECEIVES ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTS FOR CATCHING THE SNITCH. THE GRYFFINDOR'S HAVE WON THREE HUNDRED AND FOURTY TO ZERO!" Page quickly ran past everyone, and headed down towards the crowd, which were gathering around the Gryffindor team. "Harry you did it! I can't believe it. You guys were brilliant." Page said, making her way towards his beaming face. Ron came towards her and hugged her. "Thanks for everything Professor." His face too was beaming broadly. Water was dripping down their faces. "Come on Harry. Party in the common room." Ron told everyone. Both Ron and Harry were lifted on to their fellow Gryffindors shoulders and were carried up to the castle.
As Page got to her office to mark some of the second year tests, she heard shouts and jeers from a couple of Gryffindors who were outside her room. They knocked on her door and waited for her to open it. There stood Neville, Ginny and Harry. "Hey, I know its probably now allowed, but do you want to celebrate with us, after all you helped us loads." Harry asked her. His beaming face hadn't changed since after winning the match. "Er I'll finish these tests and I'll come and join you." She told them. They waited outside her door until she had finished scribbling down random marks to her second year students on what they're predicted grades are, and left with Harry, Ginny and Neville to celebrate their victory in the Gryffindor common room. The common room was packed with jeering students; they were even more so when Page entered the room. "Hey professor, nice of you to join us." Dean shouted across the room. Page went in a sat down on an armchair in front of the blazing fire. Harry handed her a cup of butterbeer and a couple of cauldron cakes. He sat down on the floor opposite her, laughing at Ron's impressions of the Hufflepuff's. "They didn't even see Ginny coming towards them. And their look on their faces when Harry caught the snitch-" "Did you see Malfoy's face when you caught the quaffle. They won't be singing Weasely is our King anymore." Neville told them. "Well I wouldn't have caught it, if it wasn't for the professor here." Ron said, indicating Page with his head. Page smiled. She had made the Hufflepuff's look like children compared to the Gryffindors. Hermione had stopped this however. "Although, it does seem like favouritism doesn't it?" Hermione said. "Oh put a sock it in Hermione, we won, and we looked good." Ron said; he checked his watch. "It's only five thirty. We have another six hours of partying Hermione. Don't spoil it." He gulped down the rest of his butterbeer and went off to get more. "I know what you mean Hermione," Page said to her. "But it was purely for Ron's sake. You know what he's like." She nodded her head in agreement. Ron came back with two cup's full of butterbeer. He then sent up some sparks to get everyone's attention. "I'd just like to say," he began as everyone went quiet, "that we couldn't of won without Professor Quinn. So," he raised his cup, everyone else followed suit, "to Professor Quinn." "To Professor Quinn." Everyone sang. Page felt happier since she had been in a long time.
By eight o'clock, most of the food and drink had gone. Hermione nearly hit Ron, as he and Harry were just about to go back down into the kitchens to get more food. "No, leave them alone. They don't want to serve you all night. They have enough to do already, which they really shouldn't be doing! Why do you think S.P.E.W is going to new heights?" Hermione asked him, she had stood up in anger. Page looked around to see if people were looking at Hermione. "People are used to these to fight." Harry told her, as he saw her looking at people's faces. "Oh thank Merlin. I knew you'd drop S.P.E.W off a cliff, well, its better sooner then later I suppose." He mocked her, and she had had enough. "Ron, you are absolutely impossible. I'm going to bed." She grabbed her cup and threw it on the fire. "Hermione, its only eight. And please tell me what Spew is?" Page asked her. But she turned of her heel and stormed off in a huff. "It means Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare. Hermione thinks all house elves should be like Dobby. Free and wants paying." Ron said in disgust. Page laughed. "Elves that want to be free, and earn money. I have never heard anything so ridiculous. Oh dear, I'll be laughing all night. Oh honestly, she believes it will be good for them?" She asked Ron and Harry. They too were giggling at Page. "Yeah, she has been at SPEW for about two years. She hasn't given up hope-" Harry said as Ron interrupted him. "She wants to take S.P.E.W to her career. She can do good things with her brain, but no, something worthless and stupid." "Hmm, I'm not sure about stupid. But it isn't a good career for her is it? Oh well I better be off. No doubt I'll get 'told off' for being here." "Why would you get told off?" Ginny asked Page, as she came over to see what they were talking about. "Lets just say that it's for emergencies only." Page winked at her. She turned to Harry. "Oh and Harry, tomorrow night at seven, my office." Page bid them goodnight and headed back to her classroom. Ibid was there waiting for her outside her window looking thoroughly distressed, with a letter attached to his leg. Page ran up to him, wrenched open the window and ripped off the letter. He took off immediately into the windy night. The letter was from Remus.
Hey Page, Yeah, we knew about your meeting, congratulations. As for Harry, Ron and Hermione, it seems to me that you are one of their favourite teachers, and they respect you. No wonder they are angry with you. But I'm sure they will respect your decision whatever you chose. Everyone is fine in London, including me. Don't worry about Severus; I think he feels a little vulnerable after what happened. But that man in Hogshead, I can't really give you any advice, I'm afraid. I'll ask around and see what I can do. In the mean time, stick to your job and your duties to Harry. Yours truly, Remus Lupin.
Page felt a little downhearted since there wasn't much in the letter, and she had hoped for more. Page checked her clock it read quarter to ten. Page decided to go to bed, so that she could get an early start on her classes homework. Page woke up in the pitch-black of her room, her head was screaming in pain, literally. Was she getting a vision? And if so, why now? Had Voldemort rejoined his followers? Page's answers came swiftly. "Wormtail, you disappoint me." A cold cruel voice spoke inside Page's head. Page saw a dark hooded figure standing by a fire in a rotting room. Page had seen this room before. They were still at Voldemort's old house. "M-master, I-I-am s-so sorry. T-this w-wasn't meant t-to happen." In Page's vision, she saw Wormtail, one of James Potter's best friends cowering on the carpet, grovelling on his hands and knees, wet salty tears were strolling down his face, as well as deep red blood. "You deserve this pain Wormtail. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you?" He laughed menacingly. Page's scar, felt like it was cutting into her skull. As suddenly as it came, if had left. Page felt herself on the cold hard floor or her room. She quickly got out of bed and pelted towards the Gryffindor common room. He had bumped into Ron.
"It's Harry. It's really bad. He's saying all these weird words." Ron told her, as they were running towards the portrait. As they got in, some students were out of bed, talking in panic. They didn't say a word as Page ran past them and headed towards the boys dormitory. "What happened Ron?" Page asked him, as she walked into the room. Harry was having a fit, sweat was pouring from his face, and he was speaking in parcel tongue. "He started screaming, and me Dean and Neville tried to calm him down, but he pushed us off him, and started shaking." Ron held back as Page went towards Harry. Page tried to understand what Harry was saying. He was trashing about on his bed, his covers were thrown on the floor in a heap. "The time will come. Soon it will be the end of Harry Potter. The end of the muggles, the end of the mud bloods." Harry was saying. "Ron, he is talking in parcel tongue, go and get Professor McGonagall, quickly." Ron was out of the door, before Page finished her sentence. "Sirius, James I could use your help round about now." Page asked them. Within a couple of seconds their presence was known. "What is happening to Harry?" James asked her. "I don't know. I had a vision about five minutes ago, and I went to check on Harry, and I found him in this state. What shall I do?" "Restrain him, he'll hurt himself if he isn't calmed down." No sooner had James said this, Page got out her wand and from it's tip shot out ropes, that wound themselves around Harry's legs and arms, constricting him to move. He struggled to move, Page felt sorry for him. "Harry? It's me, Page. Come on, snap out of it," She told him. Harry stopped moving and looked at her, his eyes weren't his own. They were a blood red. Page stood back in shock. "Voldemort." She breathed. Harry started to laugh, a manic laugh, which Page only heard from Voldemort. Page then suddenly realised that Harry was possessed. The door suddenly burst open and Minerva and Dumbledore came in. "Mr Weasely has told me everything. Minerva lock the door, and take all the Gryffindor students into the hall." She did as she was told. Page saw Ron poke his head round the door to look at Page and Harry before Minerva closed the door with a snap! Without a word, Dumbledore had cast a spell on Harry, which made him scream in pain. Page's scar streaked with white-hot pain, she then heard the voice of Lilly's scream in her head, before the pain subsided. Page looked over at Harry. He had stopped writhing and looked blankly at her. He looked white and pale as though he had never seen sunlight. Dumbledore walked up to Page. "He'll be fine now, you can talk to him. I have to leave now, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry Page." And with that he left. Page saw him go, with not other word, which was said. She looked back at Harry; he turned over to his side and vomited. Page vanished the ropes and the sick with her wand, and sat on the end of his bed. She produced a bowl filled with cold water and a sponge to dab his forehead. He didn't look like he wanted to talk, but really Page had no intention of talking to him, she was too alarmed and sadden to. Within ten minutes colour came back into his cheeks, although he looked tired, his strength had not left him. A tiny knock came on the door, and Ron and Hermione came in. Page knew that they wanted to talk to Harry. Maybe they would make him talk, and tell them all what had happened to him. Both Hermione and Ron sat down on Harry's bed next to Page. Hermione started to cry when she saw him. Harry didn't seem to care. "Professor, what's wrong with him? Why won't he talk to us?" She asked her, as tears flowed from her eyes. Ron wasn't looking at Harry, but at the floor. He seemed distressed, and very tired. "I'm not sure Hermione. I think he's in shock. I don't blame him". "I'm not in shock," Harry said abruptly which made everyone jump. "I'm just trying to figure out why I was saying all that stuff." He was staring blankly at the ceiling. "So, if you knew what was going on, why didn't you stop it, why didn't you block Voldemort?" Hermione asked him. He didn't say anything. Ron winced at the sound of his name, but everyone ignored him. "Look Harry, just tell us mate, then we can help you-" Ron started to say, before Harry shot him a look of disgust. "I don't need your help. I just need to be alone." He turned his back on them, and didn't utter a single word. Page got up, but Harry turned around and reached his hand out to stop her. "I want to talk to my dad." Page nodded, and Ron and Hermione left them alone to talk. "Harry before you talk to James, please tell me what happened?" He looked at her in a depressing way that Page had never seen him like that before. He took a deep steadying breath. "I was asleep dreaming about the house, and suddenly I saw Voldemort kill Wormtail. I'm not sure of what he did, but he wasn't very happy with him. And then he looked into the mirror on the mantle piece above the fireplace, and he saw my reflection, and he took over me. I tried to fend him off by concentrating on Hogwarts and other things. I'm not sure if he knew he was inside me. He then started to talk to his snake, Nagini and I couldn't bring myself back to reality until Dumbledore sort of cut the connection." He trailed off, looking more sorrowful and upset. Page went to hug him. She felt to sorry for him. It was her fault that this was happening to him. It was her sight that was doing this to him; she desperately wanted it to go away, for everything to be happy for Harry, to lead a normal life, to not get stared at or talked about as if he was crazy. He just wanted to be left alone and Page understood that. "Harry, are you all right?" Sirius asked him. "Of course he isn't Sirius." James said impatiently, "Harry did you feel anything, do you know what Voldemort wants to do?" "No, but Wormtail is dead. He killed him. He seemed to be very angry with him, I'm not sure what he did, but it must have been bad to kill him personally." "Hmm, I'm not sure what Wormtail has done. We'll discuss this later, Harry, Page; you need to get some sleep." James said. "Dad, where did Dumbledore go? He didn't tell us anything." "He's probably going to tell the order. No doubt Remus will want to know about this. Goodnight you two." And with that, Sirius and James left, leaving Page and Harry empty without knowledge about Dumbledore. Page left Harry to go to sleep, and the rest of the Gryffindors traipsed back up to their dormitories looking tired and quite annoyed. Page passed Ron and Hermione, but Page thought it best to leave the talking to tomorrow. Page checked her watch when she got back into bed. It said 4:58. It took a while for her to go to sleep, so many things had happened to Harry and she couldn't explain. Why had Dumbledore left without telling them anything? Was he going to tell them eventually? Page felt a little annoyed at Dumbledore for leaving her in the dark, but after all he usually has a good reason not to. Slowly but surely Page fell asleep. She had a peculiar dream; she had met up with her mother in a little café outside of London. Page was telling her mother everything. About how Harry needs closure, how he needs protection everyday. And all her mother was doing was reading the Daily Prophet looking thoroughly unimpressed.