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Chapter Ten
Liz was holding Hermione. There were cuts along her face and it looked as if her arm was broken. Dumbledore came up and touched Hermione's face; he then looked at her for a moment and nodded. Liz handed Hermione over to Madame Pomfrey and began talking with Dumbledore rapidly. Harry dropped his fork so he could lean back and get a chance to hear what they were saying.
"I have no idea what happened Albus. I was late for the feast, lost track of time and I saw her in one of the hallways. She was slumped over, and I thought maybe she had tripped, but as I got closer..." Liz shook her head.
"It seems she's been attacked by someone. I do not understand who would have done this, not unless someone found out she had information from," He lowered his voice greatly. "Others. You know what I speak of."
"I do." Liz replied, in a whisper almost as quiet as Dumbledore's. "I will ask him about it."
"Good. Now, I must see her, she needs to be questioned."
"Of course, shall I?" Liz lead on.
"No, rest, you will have a difficult task tomorrow."
Liz nodded and went off to her classroom. Dumbledore turned and spoke to everyone in the Hall.
"You will all return to your dormitories immediately and stay there. Tonight shall he a long night. Get rest, all of you."
He then turned and headed off to the Hospital Wing. Professor McGonagall stood and followed him, as the rest of the teachers ushered the students off to there dormitories. Hagrid gave Ron and Harry a look of worry and left for his little cabin. Ron and Harry looked at each other. They knew they would have to go and see Hermione. They started off for the Hospital Wing when Professor Flitwick stopped them. He told them they could see her tomorrow after classes.
Harry and Ron pretended to sleep when they got back to there bed's. They waited to hear Neville's snore before they risked taking out Harry's invisibility cloak. They put it on (Ron still had to crouch or his feet would have been visible) and headed off for the Hospital Wing. Harry checked his map; Flitch was on the 3rd floor and Misses Norris was strutting around the Library. They headed off for Hermione.
They reached the Wing without many problems. They looked over where Hermione was before they took off the cloak. Ron immediately sat beside her. He stared as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Harry stared at her. He couldn't imagine who would do this to her. 'Why would someone want to hurt her?' He thought. Harry looked down at his feet. He noticed something very strange on the Map. He couldn't believe what he was seeing...it couldn't be true.
Harry dropped the cloak. He used his wand and muttered "Lumos." He shone the tiny beam onto the Map. A tiny dot was labeled Liz Black, but it had letters beside it that were jumbled. It said: Loirdz Vobldeacmkt. This person was wandering around the dungeons. They came up to the second floor. Harry couldn't understand why Liz had this; he had never seen it before. The tiny dot suddenly stopped. As if she had collapsed. Harry wanted to see what was up, but he couldn't leave Hermione.
Harry folded up the map and sat down. He would figure out what it meant later. Ron was trying to talk to Hermione; he seemed to be trying to get her to wake up. Harry put his hand on top of Hermione's. He whispered quietly, begging her to wake up. She finally awoke.
"Harry? Ron?" She said groggily.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.
"Shhhh, don't wake Madame Pomfrey." Harry cautioned.
"Hermione what happened?" Ron asked.
"What do you mean?" Hermione looked around. "How did I get in the hospital wing? And, how did I get all these cuts and bruises?"
"You mean you don't remember?" Said Harry stunned.
"Well, sort of, we were at the feast and I...I don't remember anything after that."
"Nothing? You don't remember who attacked you?" Harry asked.
"No...I don't remember anything."
"Well while we're here, tell us what you think is happening to Liz, you know the thing on the train." Ron said eagerly.
"I...I...I can't remember! I know I had a good explanation but... I can't remember anything about it!" Hermione looked shocked with herself.
Ron looked bewildered, but Harry had the same feeling. It was nothing like Hermione to forget something like that. Harry pondered this for a moment, Why would Hermione not remember a thing from when she was attacked to when she got here? Ron continued to question Hermione, hoping to get something out of her. While Ron was aimlessly babbling something clicked in Harry's head.
"Hermione...what do you know about forgetting charms?" He suddenly heard himself asking.
"Well... there's not much to them. When there done correctly you could make someone forget their best friend. But there are certain types that are much more powerful, the more complex thing you're trying to make someone forget, the more complex the spell gets. A few of them are higher then NEWT level and a few you can't use unless you're an approved Auror from the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise they're very simple, you just take a piece of hair from the person you want to forget and use that to cast the spell."
"So...the kind that you can only use if you're an Auror, what do they do?" Harry asked.
"Well, that kind, you can pick a specific memory and make the person forget. They'll remember everything except what the wizard chooses you not to remember. But it's a very complex spell; even I haven't mastered it yet." Hermione said half heartedly.
Suddenly Harry heard a sound. He quickly looked at the map and saw that Madame Pomfrey was coming. Harry grabbed his cloak and threw it over himself and Ron. Hermione quickly fell onto her back pretending to sleep. It wasn't safe for them to stay any longer. They decided to head back to the common room.
When Harry and Ron reached they're dorm, Harry remembered what he saw on the map, beside Liz's name. He looked too the map and searched for Liz. She was nowhere to be found. She was gone. Harry searched for the little dot labeled Serverus Snape, it was gone as well.
"Voldermort" Harry muttered to himself before Ron threw a pillow at him to shut up and go to sleep.
Harry wiped the map clean and laid down, he didn't bother to take off his glasses, he knew he wouldn't get much sleep that night. He had too much to think about. But as the moonlight shone in through the window Harry was lulled off to sleep. He had a strange dream that night.
He was in another place, he was looking, waiting. He was in an old dingy room, with dust and mold everywhere. There was a single bed along with an old moth eaten chair in front of a fireplace. The fire was roaring. The door opened and He turned away from the flames. A tall man with greasy hair walked in, along his side a girl with hair as black as the night.
They both stood to face him. They both bowed in unison and then stood before him. The woman was glossy eyed; she was afraid and silently crying. Harry turned to the man with greasy hair, it was Snape.
"Leave us." He commanded, in what sounded more like hissing then speaking. "Of course Master." He said. Snape turned on heel, with a quick glance to the girl and was off, his robes billowing behind him.
With a small movement of his hand, Harry shut the door. The woman was whimpering now, much more scared then before.
"Foolish girl." He said horribly. "You almost ruined my plan! If that girl ever found out..." He trailed off.
"I...I didn't...I..." She stuttered.
"Don't speak until I say you may!" Harry yelled. "You foolish girl, but you were a good servant, once." He walked over to her and touched her face. The woman grimaced at his touch.
"You fear me." He said simply. "I can smell it on you; I can smell your fear." He kept one hand on her face as he circled behind her; he slowly began to whisper into her ear. She shuttered once again.
"You could come back you know, freely. I grow tired of forcing this." He breathed into her ear. He grabbed her face with his hand and turned her to face him.
She was crying harder now. Every time she blinked tears would run down her face. Harry didn't care, he became angry with the 'stupid girl' he held onto her with one hand and with the other slapped her across the face, hard. This emitted a sob from the girl. He threw her to the side and walked to sit in his chair, she slammed against the wall. He called her to him; she quietly stood and walked over to him, she was clutching her side, she was hurt and bleeding. Harry brought his face close to hers and whispered in her ear once more.
"You won't escape me; you will regret having left me years ago."
He then grabbed her face and pulled it toward his, as Harry awoke with a start. Harry was sweating. He didn't understand what the dream meant. Who could that girl have been? He never saw her face clearly; it was always covered with her hair or tears. But she did look, familiar. Maybe Harry had seen her in the paper last year with the break out of Voldermort's supporters. 'No.' Harry thought. It wasn't one of them, it was someone, else.
Harry laid his head back on his bed and stared out and the glowing sky. It was slowly turning orange. Harry pulled himself out of bed and got dressed. He went down into the common room and sat in front of the dead fire. Crookshank's hoped into his lap and began to purr when he pat her. Harry sat for a little while before Ron came down and they went off to breakfast. They ate their breakfast quickly and then darted off to see Hermione. They spent a few hours with her before they decided that they would go to the Hogsmeade trip.
Harry and Ron got their things and went off to the little village. They decided to visit Zonko's first and bought some dung bombs along with some other fun stuff. Next they decided to go to Honeydukes to get some treats and a few things for Hermione, to help her feel better. After they had bought quite a lot of candy they decided to go and see the Shrieking Shack. They walked up and leaned on the fence.
"Remember in our third year?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, that place doesn't seem so creepy after that, does it?" Harry replied.
"Not really, but I still don't think I'd spend the night in there." He motioned to the house.
"It dunno, it doesn't seem that bad." Harry commented. "Come on, let's go see." And he started heading toward the house.
"What? Uh...well maybe I'll stay here."
"Come on Ron, you've already been inside!" Harry pushed.
"Well...ok." And he cautiously walked with Harry toward the house.
They made there way up to the house. When they reached it, they heard it creaking. Ron whimpered. Harry made a push toward the door, it was bolted shut.
"Harry." Ron squeaked. "Let's go back, let's go get a Butterbeer, please Harry."
"Just wait Ron, just hold on a second."
Harry continued to push on the door; he couldn't seem to get it open. It was bolted shut from the inside. Harry pushed harder and harder but the door wouldn't budge. He decided to make a running jump kind of thing. Harry ran and forced his shoulder into the door. It didn't move.
"Argh! Bloody hell that hurt!" Harry rubbed his arm. Maybe Ron was right they should go get a Butterbeer. "Ok Ron let's go." They walked back down the path away from the Shack. Harry looked back. I'm just being stupid, he wouldn't be in there. Harry forced himself to think, but he still couldn't help wondering why that room in his dream looked like he had seen it before. Harry forced these thoughts out of his head and tried to keep his mind on enjoying the weekend.
They two of them walked around heading for the Three Broomsticks. The crowds of students were tremendous, but Harry should have guessed because it was actually a fairly nice day. Harry looked around when he spotted Hagrid in the crowd of black Hogwarts cloaks.
"HEY HAGRID!" He called.
"Hello Harry! How've you been doin'?" Hagrid said and he thundered towards the two.
"We've been good, Hermione's feeling better too" Ron said, beaming at Hagrid.
"Well that's a sad thing that happened to her, I'm glad I found her though." Said Liz walked from behind them.
"Ah, Lizzy! You doin all righ'? You been in a righ' state yourself." He said pointing to the bruises on her face.
"Hagrid, you and that name! And I told you not to worry about me, I'm fine."
"Well I best be goin' I've loads to do. Bye 'Arry Ron." And Hagrid strode off.
"Well I'll leave you two, and make sure you get your work done Newts are harder then you think, I barely passed." Liz sighed. "If it hadn't been for my big brother, and our little gang, I don't think I would have made it. Anyway, I'll leave you two. See you in class." And she started to stride off towards the castle. She dropped one of her scrolls. Harry picked it up.
"LIZ! Wait! You dropped this!"
Liz turned just as Harry ran up to her; he accidentally hit her in the side. Liz grabbed the side immediately. She shuttered and let out a quiet cry of pain.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry quickly said.
"It's alright, it's not your fault, I got this...before." She paused before the last part.
Liz took the scroll from Harry and used her free hand to hold onto her side. When she lifted her hand to look at it, Harry saw blood. Whatever had happened to Liz, or who ever did it to her, was powerful, and dangerous.
Liz smiled. "Well I'll see you in class Harry." She turned on heel, still holding her side and left for the castle.
Harry questioned what had happened to her, before he remembered. His dream.
Well there you go! Sorry that it's not as suspenseful as my other chapters! But it was hard to figure out how to rap it up. But of course I will start writing chapter 11 a.s.a.p! Also I would like my readers who really enjoy my story to tell other people about it so I can get more reviews because unfortunately I still have a lack of them. Alright everyone make sure to send in your reviews and story title ideas! Remember! 6 reviews to update time! Goodbye oh faithful Harry Potter fans!
Chapter Ten
Liz was holding Hermione. There were cuts along her face and it looked as if her arm was broken. Dumbledore came up and touched Hermione's face; he then looked at her for a moment and nodded. Liz handed Hermione over to Madame Pomfrey and began talking with Dumbledore rapidly. Harry dropped his fork so he could lean back and get a chance to hear what they were saying.
"I have no idea what happened Albus. I was late for the feast, lost track of time and I saw her in one of the hallways. She was slumped over, and I thought maybe she had tripped, but as I got closer..." Liz shook her head.
"It seems she's been attacked by someone. I do not understand who would have done this, not unless someone found out she had information from," He lowered his voice greatly. "Others. You know what I speak of."
"I do." Liz replied, in a whisper almost as quiet as Dumbledore's. "I will ask him about it."
"Good. Now, I must see her, she needs to be questioned."
"Of course, shall I?" Liz lead on.
"No, rest, you will have a difficult task tomorrow."
Liz nodded and went off to her classroom. Dumbledore turned and spoke to everyone in the Hall.
"You will all return to your dormitories immediately and stay there. Tonight shall he a long night. Get rest, all of you."
He then turned and headed off to the Hospital Wing. Professor McGonagall stood and followed him, as the rest of the teachers ushered the students off to there dormitories. Hagrid gave Ron and Harry a look of worry and left for his little cabin. Ron and Harry looked at each other. They knew they would have to go and see Hermione. They started off for the Hospital Wing when Professor Flitwick stopped them. He told them they could see her tomorrow after classes.
Harry and Ron pretended to sleep when they got back to there bed's. They waited to hear Neville's snore before they risked taking out Harry's invisibility cloak. They put it on (Ron still had to crouch or his feet would have been visible) and headed off for the Hospital Wing. Harry checked his map; Flitch was on the 3rd floor and Misses Norris was strutting around the Library. They headed off for Hermione.
They reached the Wing without many problems. They looked over where Hermione was before they took off the cloak. Ron immediately sat beside her. He stared as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Harry stared at her. He couldn't imagine who would do this to her. 'Why would someone want to hurt her?' He thought. Harry looked down at his feet. He noticed something very strange on the Map. He couldn't believe what he was seeing...it couldn't be true.
Harry dropped the cloak. He used his wand and muttered "Lumos." He shone the tiny beam onto the Map. A tiny dot was labeled Liz Black, but it had letters beside it that were jumbled. It said: Loirdz Vobldeacmkt. This person was wandering around the dungeons. They came up to the second floor. Harry couldn't understand why Liz had this; he had never seen it before. The tiny dot suddenly stopped. As if she had collapsed. Harry wanted to see what was up, but he couldn't leave Hermione.
Harry folded up the map and sat down. He would figure out what it meant later. Ron was trying to talk to Hermione; he seemed to be trying to get her to wake up. Harry put his hand on top of Hermione's. He whispered quietly, begging her to wake up. She finally awoke.
"Harry? Ron?" She said groggily.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.
"Shhhh, don't wake Madame Pomfrey." Harry cautioned.
"Hermione what happened?" Ron asked.
"What do you mean?" Hermione looked around. "How did I get in the hospital wing? And, how did I get all these cuts and bruises?"
"You mean you don't remember?" Said Harry stunned.
"Well, sort of, we were at the feast and I...I don't remember anything after that."
"Nothing? You don't remember who attacked you?" Harry asked.
"No...I don't remember anything."
"Well while we're here, tell us what you think is happening to Liz, you know the thing on the train." Ron said eagerly.
"I...I...I can't remember! I know I had a good explanation but... I can't remember anything about it!" Hermione looked shocked with herself.
Ron looked bewildered, but Harry had the same feeling. It was nothing like Hermione to forget something like that. Harry pondered this for a moment, Why would Hermione not remember a thing from when she was attacked to when she got here? Ron continued to question Hermione, hoping to get something out of her. While Ron was aimlessly babbling something clicked in Harry's head.
"Hermione...what do you know about forgetting charms?" He suddenly heard himself asking.
"Well... there's not much to them. When there done correctly you could make someone forget their best friend. But there are certain types that are much more powerful, the more complex thing you're trying to make someone forget, the more complex the spell gets. A few of them are higher then NEWT level and a few you can't use unless you're an approved Auror from the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise they're very simple, you just take a piece of hair from the person you want to forget and use that to cast the spell."
"So...the kind that you can only use if you're an Auror, what do they do?" Harry asked.
"Well, that kind, you can pick a specific memory and make the person forget. They'll remember everything except what the wizard chooses you not to remember. But it's a very complex spell; even I haven't mastered it yet." Hermione said half heartedly.
Suddenly Harry heard a sound. He quickly looked at the map and saw that Madame Pomfrey was coming. Harry grabbed his cloak and threw it over himself and Ron. Hermione quickly fell onto her back pretending to sleep. It wasn't safe for them to stay any longer. They decided to head back to the common room.
When Harry and Ron reached they're dorm, Harry remembered what he saw on the map, beside Liz's name. He looked too the map and searched for Liz. She was nowhere to be found. She was gone. Harry searched for the little dot labeled Serverus Snape, it was gone as well.
"Voldermort" Harry muttered to himself before Ron threw a pillow at him to shut up and go to sleep.
Harry wiped the map clean and laid down, he didn't bother to take off his glasses, he knew he wouldn't get much sleep that night. He had too much to think about. But as the moonlight shone in through the window Harry was lulled off to sleep. He had a strange dream that night.
He was in another place, he was looking, waiting. He was in an old dingy room, with dust and mold everywhere. There was a single bed along with an old moth eaten chair in front of a fireplace. The fire was roaring. The door opened and He turned away from the flames. A tall man with greasy hair walked in, along his side a girl with hair as black as the night.
They both stood to face him. They both bowed in unison and then stood before him. The woman was glossy eyed; she was afraid and silently crying. Harry turned to the man with greasy hair, it was Snape.
"Leave us." He commanded, in what sounded more like hissing then speaking. "Of course Master." He said. Snape turned on heel, with a quick glance to the girl and was off, his robes billowing behind him.
With a small movement of his hand, Harry shut the door. The woman was whimpering now, much more scared then before.
"Foolish girl." He said horribly. "You almost ruined my plan! If that girl ever found out..." He trailed off.
"I...I didn't...I..." She stuttered.
"Don't speak until I say you may!" Harry yelled. "You foolish girl, but you were a good servant, once." He walked over to her and touched her face. The woman grimaced at his touch.
"You fear me." He said simply. "I can smell it on you; I can smell your fear." He kept one hand on her face as he circled behind her; he slowly began to whisper into her ear. She shuttered once again.
"You could come back you know, freely. I grow tired of forcing this." He breathed into her ear. He grabbed her face with his hand and turned her to face him.
She was crying harder now. Every time she blinked tears would run down her face. Harry didn't care, he became angry with the 'stupid girl' he held onto her with one hand and with the other slapped her across the face, hard. This emitted a sob from the girl. He threw her to the side and walked to sit in his chair, she slammed against the wall. He called her to him; she quietly stood and walked over to him, she was clutching her side, she was hurt and bleeding. Harry brought his face close to hers and whispered in her ear once more.
"You won't escape me; you will regret having left me years ago."
He then grabbed her face and pulled it toward his, as Harry awoke with a start. Harry was sweating. He didn't understand what the dream meant. Who could that girl have been? He never saw her face clearly; it was always covered with her hair or tears. But she did look, familiar. Maybe Harry had seen her in the paper last year with the break out of Voldermort's supporters. 'No.' Harry thought. It wasn't one of them, it was someone, else.
Harry laid his head back on his bed and stared out and the glowing sky. It was slowly turning orange. Harry pulled himself out of bed and got dressed. He went down into the common room and sat in front of the dead fire. Crookshank's hoped into his lap and began to purr when he pat her. Harry sat for a little while before Ron came down and they went off to breakfast. They ate their breakfast quickly and then darted off to see Hermione. They spent a few hours with her before they decided that they would go to the Hogsmeade trip.
Harry and Ron got their things and went off to the little village. They decided to visit Zonko's first and bought some dung bombs along with some other fun stuff. Next they decided to go to Honeydukes to get some treats and a few things for Hermione, to help her feel better. After they had bought quite a lot of candy they decided to go and see the Shrieking Shack. They walked up and leaned on the fence.
"Remember in our third year?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, that place doesn't seem so creepy after that, does it?" Harry replied.
"Not really, but I still don't think I'd spend the night in there." He motioned to the house.
"It dunno, it doesn't seem that bad." Harry commented. "Come on, let's go see." And he started heading toward the house.
"What? Uh...well maybe I'll stay here."
"Come on Ron, you've already been inside!" Harry pushed.
"Well...ok." And he cautiously walked with Harry toward the house.
They made there way up to the house. When they reached it, they heard it creaking. Ron whimpered. Harry made a push toward the door, it was bolted shut.
"Harry." Ron squeaked. "Let's go back, let's go get a Butterbeer, please Harry."
"Just wait Ron, just hold on a second."
Harry continued to push on the door; he couldn't seem to get it open. It was bolted shut from the inside. Harry pushed harder and harder but the door wouldn't budge. He decided to make a running jump kind of thing. Harry ran and forced his shoulder into the door. It didn't move.
"Argh! Bloody hell that hurt!" Harry rubbed his arm. Maybe Ron was right they should go get a Butterbeer. "Ok Ron let's go." They walked back down the path away from the Shack. Harry looked back. I'm just being stupid, he wouldn't be in there. Harry forced himself to think, but he still couldn't help wondering why that room in his dream looked like he had seen it before. Harry forced these thoughts out of his head and tried to keep his mind on enjoying the weekend.
They two of them walked around heading for the Three Broomsticks. The crowds of students were tremendous, but Harry should have guessed because it was actually a fairly nice day. Harry looked around when he spotted Hagrid in the crowd of black Hogwarts cloaks.
"HEY HAGRID!" He called.
"Hello Harry! How've you been doin'?" Hagrid said and he thundered towards the two.
"We've been good, Hermione's feeling better too" Ron said, beaming at Hagrid.
"Well that's a sad thing that happened to her, I'm glad I found her though." Said Liz walked from behind them.
"Ah, Lizzy! You doin all righ'? You been in a righ' state yourself." He said pointing to the bruises on her face.
"Hagrid, you and that name! And I told you not to worry about me, I'm fine."
"Well I best be goin' I've loads to do. Bye 'Arry Ron." And Hagrid strode off.
"Well I'll leave you two, and make sure you get your work done Newts are harder then you think, I barely passed." Liz sighed. "If it hadn't been for my big brother, and our little gang, I don't think I would have made it. Anyway, I'll leave you two. See you in class." And she started to stride off towards the castle. She dropped one of her scrolls. Harry picked it up.
"LIZ! Wait! You dropped this!"
Liz turned just as Harry ran up to her; he accidentally hit her in the side. Liz grabbed the side immediately. She shuttered and let out a quiet cry of pain.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry quickly said.
"It's alright, it's not your fault, I got this...before." She paused before the last part.
Liz took the scroll from Harry and used her free hand to hold onto her side. When she lifted her hand to look at it, Harry saw blood. Whatever had happened to Liz, or who ever did it to her, was powerful, and dangerous.
Liz smiled. "Well I'll see you in class Harry." She turned on heel, still holding her side and left for the castle.
Harry questioned what had happened to her, before he remembered. His dream.
Well there you go! Sorry that it's not as suspenseful as my other chapters! But it was hard to figure out how to rap it up. But of course I will start writing chapter 11 a.s.a.p! Also I would like my readers who really enjoy my story to tell other people about it so I can get more reviews because unfortunately I still have a lack of them. Alright everyone make sure to send in your reviews and story title ideas! Remember! 6 reviews to update time! Goodbye oh faithful Harry Potter fans!