Disclaimer: I own nothing except this rather slow moving plot and Pandora Romulus and am not making a single cent out of this. Once More, With Feeling is the name of a BtVS episode, but this chapter has nothing to do with buffyverse, the title just suited.

Sorry it took so long to get the next chapter out I have had a very busy Chrissy and then decided to re-write half of this chapter. I hope everyone had a great and safe Christmas and has an awesome New Year!!!

Fairly recent example of my disgusting mindset. This actually happened when I went to see HP&CS on it's opening day in Australia

Oliver Wood: (paraphase) This year it is going to be longer and harder…

Me: (loudly in a very packed cinema) Bring it on Baby!!!

Chapter 13: Once More, With Feeling.

Pandora stormed through the main doors of the hospital ward to be greeted by Harry screaming, his young fit lungs able to hold that terrible note for what seemed like an average wizard's lifetime. 'What's wrong with him?' Pandora bellowed at Poppy as she walked the length of the ward to Harry's bed.

Poppy's large eyes narrowed dangerously as she stared down this young girl who dared question her. 'I don't know. He started screaming as you pushed those doors open.' Poppy scowled at the girl before her. 'Who are you anyway?'

Dumbeldore who had walked in behind Pandora in his idiosyncratic but freakishly silent way rested his hand slowly on Poppy's shoulder. 'There there Poppy, this is Pandora Romulus. I brought her here because I believe that she may be able to help Harry.'

'But Dumbeldore. I…I…'

'Shhh Poppy. I do not underestimate your ability as a medi-witch. You know that. But this is different, surely you must see that.' The twinkle in Dumbeldore's eyes had dimmed.

'But she is only a student Albus.'

'Please be quiet Madam Pomfrey. You are only making this harder on Harry and myself.' Pandora looked up at Poppy, who gasped.

'Albus,' Poppy whispered. 'Her eyes. I haven't seen those eyes since… They are exactly like…'

'I know Poppy, I know. One thing at a time. Now hush.'

'Thankyou.' Said Pandora, a little coldly. Gently she rolled her robe sleeves back and rubbed her hands together to create warmth.

Harry had stopped screaming just after Pandora screamed at Madam Pomfrey. Now he just whimpered gently.

'There there Harry. Everything will be alright, but you're going to have to let me get you out of there.' Pandora kissed him gently, motherly on the forehead. She rested one hand on his heart and the other over his scar. 'Let me see what you have inside.' Pandora added a bit of pressure.

Poppy stared at Dumbeldore. 'You don't mean to tell me…'

'Shut up!' Pandora growled at Poppy. 'This takes some effort and I need absolute silence. Got it?'

'Yes.' Came the stroppy reply.

Pandora added extra pressure and shut her eyes. She raised her head skyward, but it was a slow movement, like she was straining against some sort of force field. The edges of her eyes stretched like her hair had been pulled too tightly into a ballerina bun; and she grimaced as if holding in great pain.

Poppy looked at Albus desperately searching for answers to the multitude of questions that plagued her. He gave her no reply but the sombre expression of watchfulness over his two students. He knew what questions Poppy sought the answers to and they would only be answered in time.

Pandora was in quite a bit of pain. To invade someone else's psyche the body has to suffer. A series of scenes flashed past her mind's eye like a badly edited movie. She felt Harry's pain, knew his suffering. Tears rolled down her physical face and caught on the collar of her robes. Pandora seen Voldemort, watched him kill Harry's parents and felt her own heart hit her stomach with a painful thud. But Harry wasn't there. Scene upon scene flashed past her as if she were on a carousel in warp speed, but Harry was not there. Just as Pandora was beginning to believe that Harry wasn't there at all her ride came to a violent halt. She was standing in a midnight hallway of Hogwarts, not knowing which way to go.

Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbeldore watched as Pandora's body slowly slumped over Harry's chest.

A gentle noise destroyed Pandora's silence. It was a heartbeat resonating of the stone walls. Pandora realised her physical body must have slumped over, her ear on Harry's chest. By the rate of Harry's heart, she realised she would have to hurry. He was anxious and that wasn't good whilst lost in a dreamscape.

Blindly, seeing with her hands Pandora walked the inner edge of the hallway. A gentle light led to a door left ajar. Pandora peeked in; it was a large room lit by a single candle. In the middle of the room a large three-headed dog was sleeping comfortably on a dusty wooden floor. The gentle playing of a harp filled the room and made the mind dull with sleep. Pandora backed away quickly before the calling of sleep could catch her. She slammed the door shut.

Back out in the hallway a low mournful howl to the shadows made Pandora shiver as she looked out at the rapidly rising lemon moon in full bloom. The light thrown recklessly about saved Pandora's hands from further abrasions. On and on she walked in the strange light until she reached an ornate gothic door. Pandora entered hesitantly and found herself in a beautiful study. She quickly looked around. It was empty. Just as Pandora was about to leave the room she found her attention drawn to a large trunk in one corner. It was exquisite, perfectly symmetrical and an etching carved into the rich cherry wood. Pandora walked over to it, touched it. An altered etching of 'The Raft of the Medusa' by Theodore Gericault decorated it's top. It buzzed under her fingers with dark magic. The padlock attached had to be purely decorative as the wards protecting its contents would probably make the curse of King Tut's tomb seem like a head cold. Realising it was fruitless to attempt battle with this object Pandora turned intent on leaving when she painfully hipped the late 18th century King George III mahogany desk that stood as the proud centrepiece of the room. Holding her hip and cursing Pandora quickly glanced at a letter resting on it.

'Dear Lucious,…'

Who was Lucious? Pandora didn't know, but the room suddenly felt cold as if death had walked in and awaited an introduction. Pandora took this as her cue to leave so she quickly backed out the ornate door and moved it shut behind her.

Pandora turned around to find the hallway lit by a spooky apricot glow that reminded her of an Australian sky before a summer storm. She shivered involuntarily and proceeded down the hall.

Pandora stopped after a while. She was sure she had just done a lap of the level. She hadn't past the same doors again, but she felt positive that the shadows from the glow were almost in the exact same position as they had been after she had left Lucious' study. Not knowing why, Pandora sat on the floor. She shut her eyes and placed her right hand on the floor as if she was clearing her excess magical energy.

'Find Harry through his heart.' A gentle voice whispered.

Pandora stood up and refocussed on the heartbeat that had never left her. She walked quickly, the heartbeat steadily increasing in decibels. Pandora started descending, something she was sure hadn't happened before. Her senses grew stronger and stronger. Pandora knew she was going the right way, she could almost smell Harry's fear.

A large arched door broke the monotony of the stone-decorated walls. Pandora pushed it gently, nothing happened. 'Alohomora' she growled forcefully and the door clicked and shifted forward.

Pandora gasped, a gasp which transcended to her body resting over Harry's. Poppy went over to her, checked she was breathing steadily and retreated back to Dumbeldore's ever watching side.

Pandora became a child playing a game of musical statues. She simply could not move. Voldemort was standing at the far side of the room watching something. A tall very blonde man appeared to be holding an ornate sword, covered in blood. Pandora looked on the figure on the floor and shrieked. It was like staring in some disgustingly macabre magic mirror. Finally she looked at Harry who was transfixed to her gory reflection on the floor. He hadn't noticed that she was standing behind him and Pandora realised she wouldn't be able to confront Harry in her current dream self-image. Quickly she flipped over visions she had seen of Harry's memory until she found someone she believed suitable for confrontation. Gently she walked over to Harry and rested her hand on his shoulder. Harry leaped like a frog on Mexican jumping beans and held his wand out threateningly.

'Harry dear, it's me.'

'What are you doing here Mrs. Weasley?'

Pandora had to think about this. Firstly she had to get him out of there and secondly she had to talk like Molly Weasley.

'Harry dear, you shouldn't be here, shouldn't have to see this. Come here.' Pandora held her Molly Weasley image out in what she hoped looked like a motherly hug. It must not have been too bad an imitation because Harry promptly threw his arms around her and sighed sadly.

'I got here too late. That poor girl. There's nothing I can do.' Harry wiped his nose on the back of his hand and pushed back tears defiantly. 'Voldemort and Lucious will pay for this.'

'Vengeance is not pure.' Said Pandora, without thinking.

Harry frowned. 'What?'

Pandora swore to herself and attempted to fall back into character. 'Harry dear we have to leave. There is nothing we can do for that poor girl.' Pandora retching reflexes were gearing up.

'There is no where to go.' Came the resolute reply. 'This place only takes you where it wants you to go.'

'We can get out of here Harry. You have to believe that. Come with me please.'

Pandora reached out her hand. Harry looked at it reluctantly for a moment then grabbed it a little too tight for comfort.

'Great' said Pandora in her own voice. She reached out her other hand and touched Harry's head. The room spun.

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Pandora woke up shortly afterward, still resting on Harry's chest. His heart was beating evenly. Pandora's head ached familiarly, the first repercussion of her ability. Pandora opened her eyes and stood up, panic gripping her suddenly.

'Harry can't see me now.' She said to Dumbeldore and bolted out the door, her black school robes billowing after her.

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Author's Notes:

*The obscure book reference from chapter 11 which no one got was Thomas Hardy's 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles' It was when Lucious blood formed the shape of an ace of spades. It is representational his personality.

The 'Raft of the Medusa' By Theodore Gericault is a beautiful but dark artwork. If you want to see it go to:

http://www.artchive.com/artchive/G/gericault/raft_of_the_medusa.jpg.html

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Comments: You guys manage to blow me away every chapter!!! Thanks for your ongoing support

Chilli: Well done in guessing the name of the carving. I remember having to study it in year 12 for 'Flames and Dangling Wire.' Thanks as always for the compliment.

Anon1: How does the song Saltwater come from Jaws? Wrong Sorry.

Anon2: It was at all times Harry, but I am not sure what you are referring to.

Jagged Epiphany: You think talking shoes are weird. I'm never divulging the details of any of my dreams to you then. Thanks for the creativity comment and I enjoyed your latest chapter.

Naomi Silverwolf: Thanks for reviewing and for the compliment as well as for giving me a giggle.

Kram Nebuer: Thanks for the compliment, hope this chapter answered your question about the identity of the girl on the floor. Will hopefully continue adding chapters for a while yet and keep up the good work with your own story.