Chapter Eleven

Harry ran back down the street toward Ron. He was running as fast as his feet could carry him, pushing people out of the way as he went. He saw Ron in view and called out to him.

"RON! RON!"

"Harry...what?" Ron said as Harry ran up to him.

"Liz, Voldermort, he's doing something to her. I have to tell Dumbledore."

"Mate...are you sure? I mean how do you know?"

"It was in one of those...dreams. But it wasn't a dream. Like when I knew your dad was hurt."

"Harry..." Ron said carefully. "You Know Who has tricked you before. Remember Sirius? Maybe he's doing it again this time."

"He's not! I'm sure of it. Liz was hurt in the dream thing and she started bleeding when I bumped into her just now. I know he's doing something to her."

"Well, ok...let's go." Ron said. And together they walked back to the castle. Harry led Ron to the Gargoyles and remembered that he didn't know the password.

"Uh..." He said.

"What do you want this time?" The Gargoyle sighed.

"It's important. I have to see Dumbledore."

"Sure you do." He replied.

"Argh! Open up! Sherbert Lemon!" He yelled. "Bertie Bott's every flavor Beans! Um... help me Ron!"

"Uh..." Ron thought. "Fizzing Whizbee's?"

The Gargoyle jumped aside.

"Awesome Ron!" Harry pat him on the back. "Come on lets go."

The two of them stepped inside and started running up the spiral staircase. The got to the large oak doors and stopped. They didn't want to bother Dumbledore. Harry lifted his hand and was about to knock when the door flew open.

"What is it Harry?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed.

"Is everything alright Albus?" Liz came up behind him. Harry gasped. "Oh hello Harry, Ron."

"Er...hello Liz." Ron said quietly.

Harry looked at Dumbledore. He was pleading with his mind that Dumbledore would tell her to go away. Dumbledore must have known it was something about Liz and turned to her. Unfortunately, Liz noticed as well.

"If this is about my wound Harry, Albus already knows all about it."

"Elizabeth" Dumbledore said quietly. "I think I would like to speak with Mister Potter and Mister Weasley alone."

"Of course Albus. You remember our conversation?"

"My memory isn't as good as it used to be, but yes I do."

Liz smiled at Harry and Ron. "Take care you two." She ruffled both of their hair before heading down the stairs.

"Come sit inside boys." Dumbledore went inside his office and sat behind his large desk. Harry and Ron followed and sat in the two seats in front of him. Just as Harry sat down Fawks flew over to him and landed on his knee. Harry began to pet Fawks before looking up at Dumbledore.

"Now" Dumbledore said calmly. "What is the matter Harry?"

"Well it was last night, I had one of those dream things, like the one I had last year about mister Weasley. And I..." Harry paused.

"And you?" Dumbledore asked.

"I...I..." Harry thought as hard as he could but he couldn't remember his dream, or why he had come to Dumbledore. "I can't remember." He finished disbelievingly.

"Hmmm" Dumbledore leaned back onto his chair, deep in thought. After a few moments he went to his large cabinet and took out a small silver instrument. It looked sort of like the plate on a scale but it was on a platform and nothing was holding the chains up. Dumbledore placed the instrument on his desk and opened a desk drawer. He took out a small plastic case and opened it. He shook it slightly so some golden powder fell onto the center on the silver instrument.

Dumbledore took his wand and set it on fire. The smoke lifted into the air so it was a few inches above where it rested before. The fire twisted and turned into different shapes and it seemed only Dumbledore knew what they meant. Harry and Ron had no idea what was going on. Soon the flames disappeared and Dumbledore stood.

"It is unfortunate you did not remember what you came here for. Please let me know if you remember."

"We will." Ron said.

The two of them slowly walked out of Dumbledore's office and down the hall leading to there common room. They were walking down the hall in silence, neither of them knew why they couldn't remember what had happened.

"I don't understand why you couldn't remember Harry. It seemed really important." Ron said looking at his feet.

"Neither can I." Harry replied. "it was about Liz...but...I can't remember. But I know it's important." Harry paused, thinking. "Come on Ron, let's go see Hermione."

The two boys headed off to the Hospital Wing. They were just outside the doors when they heard a moan of pain from inside. Ron immediately thought someone was doing something to Hermione but Harry forced him to stop from barging in. He had a feeling that this was going to be important. He put his ear to the door and listened. He could barely heard it. Ron quickly whipped out a pair of Extendable Ears and gave one to Harry. He put one end in his ear and whispered 'Go' to the other. Both 'ears' went off under the door. Harry closed his eyes and listened closely.

"Lord!" A female voice complained. "Careful Poppy, that stuff stings."

"Oh quiet! I don't know why Dumbledore insists one sending you on those things. I've had to deal with you three times this week just for this alone! I swear, at one point you're going to come hear with your head chopped off."

"Very funny Poppy." The first voice said. "Argh! What did you do to me this time?!"

"It's Flursan Essence, if you must know." Harry knew this was Madame Pomfrey.

"Is it really that bad Poppy? He didn't hurt me that much, I barely felt it."

"Yes, it's that bad Elizabeth."

"Don't call me that, you're making me feel like my first year here."

Harry pulled the extendable ear out of his. Liz's wound was worse then Harry had thought. He knew there was something important bout it. It was itching in the back of his mind, but he just couldn't get the memory back. Ron looked over at Harry carefully. Harry shrugged and handed the ear back to Ron. Then they both opened the doors and walked over to Hermione's bed. Hermione was standing and tying up one of her shoes. The boys looked at her curiously.

"All better." She said smiling. She stood and started walking out of the Hospital Wing. The boys ran after her.

"What really bothers me," Hermione said, collapsing into one of the chairs in the common room. "Is that I can't remember what happened after I got in the hallway..."

"That just happened to us." Ron blurted. "We were going to talk to Dumbledore about something, and now we can't remember anything about it."

"What happened?" Hermione asked, sitting up nervously.

"I had a dream...about something...like when I knew Ron's dad was hurt," Harry started. "Then we went to talk to Dumbledore, but Liz was there, then after she left... I couldn't remember the dream...or whatever it was."

"That is strange" Hermione replied after a silence. She looked at Harry. "You can't remember anything?"

"Not really," Harry pondered. "But I know it has to do with Liz, and her cut."

"I wonder how she got that huge gash. You know what I think..." Ron started.

"Oh don't Ron!" Hermione sighed. "She is not a spy for...Voldermort."

Ron sighed angrily and crossed his arms.

"Why doesn't someone just go ask her how she got it?" Ron said simply.

Hermione looked over at Harry.

"No Hermione."

"Come on Harry...please?"

"Alright. Fine. But you owe me."

"Go now, Harry. Before she goes to sleep." Hermione said.

"Ok, ok, ok, I'm going." Harry stood and walked over to the portrait hole.

He walked out and headed down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He was at the end of the hallway when he heard someone screaming. Oh God. Harry said to himself. It's happening again. Harry ran over to the classroom and peaked inside the door, which was open by a few inches. Harry pushed back a gasp of surprise. Inside was Liz, along with Lucious Malfoy.

Luscious Malfoy was standing next to the desk in the middle of the room. Liz was leaning against it moaning, fighting with herself once again. Luscious leaned over and grabbed Liz by her shoulders.

"What the hell is wrong with you Black!" He yelled at her.

"I won't let him." Liz moaned. "I won't let him get to Harry or Dumbledore. I have to fight him" Tears were running down her cheeks and she was whining in pain. Whatever she was fighting was powerful. Liz's voice changed, it became darker and more menacing.

"Stop fighting it you stupid girl!" The second voice yelled. "You cannot fight me. I am all powerful."

Her voice changed again. "No! I can fight you! You won't control me!"

The second voice returned. "I will, you will soon bow to me, you stupid child."

Luscious let go of Liz and backed away. He went to the far wall and stood there. He seemed shocked at what was happening. But little did Harry knew, he understood what was going on. He knew exactly what was happening to Liz, exactly what Harry was trying to figure out.

"NO!" Liz's voice returned. She stared at the door, right where Harry was standing. "GET AWAY! GO TO DUMBLEDORE! TELL HIM WHAT HE'S DOING!"

Then Liz collapsed onto the floor. Her energy was spent and she could fight no more. Harry heard footsteps coming towards him. He remembered Lucious and turned on heel. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him, away from the classroom, back to the common room.

Back in the classroom, Luscious walked over to the door and ripped it open. All he saw was the shape of a boy with messy black hair running away. He slammed the door shut with anger and walked over to Liz. He pulled her limp body off the floor and pushed it against the desk. Liz's head slowly lifted and stared into Luscious's eyes. There was a flicker of evil, a flicker of fire in her eyes before she fell unconscious. Luscious threw her body onto the floor and walked out of the classroom. He walked out through the Great Hall mumbling to himself.

"What has he done?" He whispered. "He has gotten to close to Dumbledore. He'll be found and we cannot risk that." Luscious looked back toward the classroom before heading out the large oak doors.

"Dark Lord, taking her was very smart, but you have gotten to close."