Chapter Two
Right World, Left MindThe faint sound of music floated through the manor. If one were to follow the breath taking sound, one would find themselves in a large, spacious room furnished with instruments of all kinds, from the Cello to the Electric guitar with moving and still photos of legendary musicians on the walls.
Sitting in a sea of crumpled unfinished music, sat the source of the music. Her fingers ran over the keys, the music flowing through her fingers. Her voice gently slid through the air like water slipping from your fingers.
Sighing with satisfaction, the girl picked up the sheets of music in front of her and whispered to herself, "That should make Professor Musicus happy."
Shuffling the papers into a neat pile, the girl grabbed a quill, and wrote her name in the corner, "Robyn G. Strong."
"Finally," she said as she stretched her arms, "I'm done with all the summer work. Why did I get take the Concentio Venustatis class?"
"Robyn, Robyn!" a voice shouted. Robyn turned to see her 2-year-old sister running towards her with something clenched in her tiny hands.
"What's the matter Lizzie?" asked Robyn as Elizabeth jumped into her lap.
"Letter," giggled Elizabeth as began to tug lightly on Robyn's lengthy hair.
"Stop it. You have your own hair," said Robyn playfully as she took the letter from Elizabeth's clenched fist.
Robyn tore open the letter and her dark brown eyes grew big as she read on. The words in the letter numbed her so that she barely took notice to her little sister chewing on her ruby hair.
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"This is was one of my older cats, Katrina," said Miss Figg proudly as she pointed to a picture of an orange and white striped cat. "She would always snuggle up close to me at night."
"Uh-huh" said Harry, not paying attention to a single word Miss. Figg said. He was too busy trying to figure out which was worse, being here with Miss. Figg and looking at pictures of dead cats, or being in Professor Binns History of Magic class taking notes. He decided that he preferred the latter. At least then, he'd be in the wizarding world with his friends.
Harry let his eyes wonder over to the clock above the mantle. It was 6:30. He felt as if he had been there for 3 days. "I wish I knew a spell to speed up time," thought Harry to himself.
Harry surveyed the room. It looked like it always had for the past 14 years that he had come here; full of mismatched chairs, random crocket pieces thrown everywhere, and pictures of cats.
As he glanced at the odd décor of the room, something caught his eye. Lying on the table in the next room was a newspaper. From where Harry was sitting, all he could see where the words,
"H. Dumbledore."
Harry froze. "H. Dumbledore stood for Hope Dumbledore." "Emily" breathed Harry.
"Are you a paying attention?" snapped Miss Figg as she followed his gaze. Harry thought he heard Miss. Figg say something that sounded like a swear word.
"Oh my, you must be famished! Let me get you something to eat. After all, you boy like you needs to grow," Miss. Figg said quickly as she got up as walked towards the kitchen.
"No thank you," whispered Harry, but Miss. Figg either didn't hear him or ignored him
Once Harry snapped out of his daze and was sure Miss. Figg was in the kitchen, he ran to the table. The newspaper was gone. Harry looked on the floor, the chair by the table, and behind the table, but he couldn't find it.
"She must have taken it when she was on her way to the kitchen," thought Harry.
"Emily doesn't deal in the muggle word; not publicly anyways," Harry shuffled back into the living room.
"Why would Miss. Figg have the Daily Prophet?" Harry flopped onto the couch.
"The only reason she would have it is if she-" Harry choked. "If she were a witch. Miss. Figg is a witch. What if... she's working for Voldemort? What if she isn't Miss. Figg?"
"Here you go," said Miss Figg cheerfully as she put a plate carrot in front of Harry.
Harry drew out his wand, "Who are you?" Miss Figg took a step back.
"Don't move," said Harry warned, "If she were a Muggle, she wouldn't have backed away"
"Put that away, Harry," whispered Miss. Figg, "The curtains are open. Put it away before any muggles see!"
"Not until you tell me who you are!" shouted Harry.
"I'm Miss. Figg, the woman who always watched you every year that the Dusley's took Dudley out for his birthday," replied Miss. Figg.
"Everyone knows that. Tell me something that only the real Miss. Figg would know," huffed Harry.
"When you were 5 years old, I was watching after you and Dudley. Dudley had stuffed you in the linen closet and locked you in there. When I asked Dudley where you were, he said he didn't know. I found you 30 minutes later, out of breath," Miss. Figg tucked a piece of hair back under her hairnet.
"When I asked you what you were doing in there, you said Dudley had stuffed you in the closet. Dudley said he didn't and I scolded you even though I knew Dudley was lying," said Miss. Figg.
Harry was shocked. The only thing he could say was, "Why did you yell at me if you knew I was telling the truth?"
"To make it look as if you were miserable here. If the Dusley's knew that I believed you, they wouldn't let you come here anymore. Now can you please put that down!" said Miss. Figg.
As Harry began to lower his wand, he quickly brought it back up, making Miss. Figg take a step back again. "Why did you want me to come here? How do I if you're good or not?"
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now wouldn't I?" said Miss. Figg as Harry slowly lowered his wand.
"You still haven't told me why you wanted the Dursley's to keep sending me here," said Harry as Miss. Figg sat on the yellow flowered chair that was diagonal from Harry.
"You think that Dumbledore would leave you here, alone, for 10 years?" scoffed Miss. Figg, "And after last year, security tightened on orders of Emilia."
"Security?" asked Harry. All this time, he had thought that he had been taking care of himself. That he was on his own, alone on number four, Privet Drive. He wasn't though. He was being watched, like a child. Harry felt a twinge of anger at the fact that Emilia and Professor Dumbledore did not think that he could take care of himself.
"Yes, security. If we were to write it all down, the list would stretch for miles," said Miss. Figg.
"Wait, why are you telling me this now? All these times I've come here, not a word," questioned Harry.
"Dumbledore and Hope didn't want you to know. They wanted you to feel at least a little normal and I'm a Squib so I can't perform a memory charm on you. It was either tell you the truth or get cursed by you," said Miss. Figg.
Harry glanced down at his wand, "Sorry. So all this time, people have been watching me? Following me?"
"From the moment that Dumbledore placed you on the Dursley's doorstep," said Miss. Figg as she watched Harry's slightly paling face.
"You don't look to well darling," said Miss Figg worryingly, "Let me get you some tea."
As Miss. Figg left, Harry stared off into space, trying to absorb the information he had been told.
"All this time, I've been watched, followed, and I didn't know. What if one of Voldemort's followers were following me, I wouldn't know," Harry glanced around the room nervously. "What if they're here right now?" Something dashed out of the corner of Harry's eye, causing Harry to whip around with his wand at the ready.
Mr. Tibbles rubbed his head against Harry's thigh and purred gently.
"Stupid cat," Harry muttered under his breath. Mr. Tibbles, looking insulted, turned around and lied down, with his butt at Harry and tail in the air. Seeing this, Harry couldn't help but laughing.
"Good to see a smile on your face," said Miss. Figg kindly as she brought in a tray full of tea, cups, and crumpets. The smile was wiped away a second later when the doorbell rang.
"The Dursley's," Harry and Miss. Figg echoed. Harry quickly pocketed his wand while Miss. Figg shooed away Mr. Tibbles, whispering something Harry couldn't hear.
Harry grabbed the photo album with all the deceased cats and pretended to be looking at the photos, while he listened to Miss. Figg open the door, greeting the Dursley's.
"Here he is," said Miss. Figg, "still in one piece"
"Thank you Miss. Figg for watching after him, even at this age, but you never know with a troubled child like him," said Uncle Vernon, squinting his dark eyes in Harry's direction, "Any- CRASH!"
Harry jumped up, with his hand on his pocket, ready to pull out his wand, but Miss. Figg gave him a glare of caution.
"What was that?" whispered Uncle Vernon; "I better go have a look at that for you Miss. Figg."
"NO!" shouted Miss. Figg, "I mean, no need, It might just be Mr. Tibbles. Nothing to worry about."
"Nonsense. You can't be too careful nowadays," said Uncle Vernon as if he hadn't heard a word Miss. Figg said aside, "Come along, Dudley." Dudley waddled after Uncle Vernon.
"They could be walking into a trap," a voice whispered to Harry as Uncle Vernon and Dudley disappeared around the corner of the hall. "I'd better go with them," Harry ran down the hall before Miss. Figg could object.
As Harry went down the hall, the only thing he heard was his own footsteps and the footsteps of Miss. Figg and Aunt Petunia behind him. "Please don't let me be too late," Harry wished silently. As he turned into the room, he walked smack dab into Uncle Vernon.
"Out of my way boy," growled Uncle Vernon.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"It was exactly what Miss. Figg thought it was, it was the cat," Uncle Vernon replied gruffly has he squeezed past Harry to tell Miss. Figg and Aunt Petunia, who were a foot behind Harry, that it was just Mr. Tibbles.
"Well, that was a scare for nothing," laughed Miss. Figg nervously, "How about a cup of tea?"
"Oh, no, we wouldn't want to-" began Aunt Petunia until Dudley cleared his throat and muttered to his mother that he wouldn't mind a spot of tea. As the Dursley's marched into the living room. Miss. Figg whispered to Harry in a low voice, "Don't take your wand out at every sound you hear."
Harry glanced into the room as the Dursley's and Miss. Figg settled into the living room. Harry glared at Mr. Tibbles who was sitting at tall and still.
"Stupid cat," muttered Harry under his breath as he wondered back to the living room.
"So Dudley, how old are you now?" chatted Miss. Figg will pushing a few loose strands of hair back into her hairnet, "20?"
"I'm 15 years of age, Miss. Figg" smiled Dudley proudly as he dumped cubes of sugar into his teacup, leaving some powder on the table.
"Would you like some sugar, Petunia?" asked Miss. Figg.
"No, no, I take my tea strong" smiled Aunt Petunia.
"So do I" agreed Miss. Figg, "the sugar takes away the pureness in tea."
As Aunt Petunia and Miss. Figg chatted about the pros and cons of sugar in tea, Harry watched as Dudley emptied the sugar into his cup. Dudley smirked at Harry as Harry looked for any bit of sugar that Dudley hadn't taken. Harry watched the bits of sugar dissolved in swirls in his cup before drinking the tea. A bitter aftertaste lingered in Harry's mouth. "Does the tea taste a little...off?" thought Harry.
Harry looked over to Uncle Vernon who seemed to be slightly swaying. A wave of relaxation washed over Harry. He felt as if he was flying without a broom, as if he had eaten one too many Fizzing Whizbees. Harry peered inside his cup. Along the sides of the cup were bits of white residue.
"What the bloody-"
A high shrill rang inside Harry's mind. Aunt Petunia had a look of horror on her face. Dudley was laughing hysterically and Uncle Vernon was dancing about the room like a drunken penguin.
Harry tried to ask what Uncle Vernon was doing, but instead the sound of laughter escaped from his mouth. He didn't want to laugh; it just came out that way. As Harry tried to clamp his mouth into the form of words, his laughter shook through out his body, throwing him this way and that way.
"What's going on?" Harry's mind commanded him to say, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out were inhuman sounds.
"What?" Harry asked himself. He felt himself get up and jump about the room.
"Stop Harry! Stop now!" He commanded himself. As he leaped to the ceiling, Harry caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked like an escaped mental patient.
"Sit!" Harry commanded his body like a dog, but he kept jumping. As Harry's body was about to jump once more, Harry managed to grab onto a chair, which brought him down flat on his bottom.
"WHAT!" Harry managed to shout. "What's going on? Why can't I move right? I'm trapped inside my own mind... the Imperious Curse! " Harry frantically looked around the room, but he only saw a horrified Miss. Figg, a dancing Uncle Vernon, and Dudley.
Harry's eyes went back to Dudley again. Dudley's laughter turned to screams and was cowering into his seat, pointing at the air, screaming, "NO HARRY! STOP! I'M SORRY!" Something connected with Harry's face, sending him across the room.
"Stop it!" shrieked Aunt Petunia, "Leave my Dudley alone, you bastard!"
Aunt Petunia swung at Harry again, but stopped in midair when Uncle Vernon stopped dancing and started shouting, "No! Stop! I didn't do it!" Uncle Vernon pointed a shaky finger at Aunt Petunia. "She did it! She made me break Harry! She did it!"
"Vernon! What are you talking about?" cried Aunt Petunia.
While Uncle Vernon continued to chant, "She made me do it! She did it!" Harry thought to himself, "Focus, I know to overcome the Imperious Curse..." Harry pulled himself upright, but every move he made sent a shock through his body. Something caught Harry's eye.
The room turned icy around Harry. He couldn't hear Uncle Vernon and Dudley's screams anymore. The figure pointed at Harry with a bony hand. It started to glide away from Harry.
"No..." Harry choked. Harry ignored the stabbing pains as he shoved himself off the floor, running after the dementor.
It turned into a room at the end of the hall. Harry fell into the room with his wand out, but there was no one there except for Mr. Tibbles who was sitting like he was minutes ago from when Harry last saw him.
Harry started crawling towards Mr. Tibbles when the dementor appeared in front of Harry. It kneeled down in front of Harry.
"No...." Harry mouthed. The dementor pulled off his hood. Harry choked.
"Cedric!"
Cedric's once silky camel hair was the color of mud. His gray eyes were the color of cold steel. The skin was pale and waxy. He looked like living death.
"Hullo Harry," Cedric smiled, "How's life? I wouldn't know because I'm dead."
"No... this isn't real," breathed Harry.
"Oh yes it is Harry. This is very real indeed," Cedric smiled still.
"You can't be... you can't be alive," said Harry disbelievingly.
"Oh I'm not alive. I am dead." Cedric's smile turned into a sneer. "I'm dead because of you. You murdered me."
Cedric glared at Harry. "It's because of you that my parents lost a son. It's because of you that the world lost one of the people who were destined to be powerful. It's because of you that Cho lost her boyfriend"
When Cho's name was said, Harry looked up at Cedric slightly. Cedric laughed when he saw that. "That's why you killed me, because you wanted Cho. You were angry that I asked her to the Yule Ball first."
"No!" cried Harry, "I didn't kill you! Wormtail did!"
Cedric scoffed, "Wormtail? How pathetic Harry. I'd expect you to do better than that! There was no one else there, Harry! Only you and me."
"Were you angry that Cho chose me over you? That for once, little baby Potter didn't get what he wanted?" Cedric walked closer to Harry.
"Well guess what Harry? Since you took away everything from me, I'll take everything away from you." Cedric drew out his wand. "Time to pay the price of being a murderer... Crucio!"
A searing pain shot through Harry; fire spread through his mind. The room started to swirled around Harry. Cedric's face started to melt away like wax on a lit candle and darkness clouded his world.
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"It's the only way!"
"No! I will not call her!"
"If you don't call her we could lose all 3 of them!"
"I will not allow any magic in my home!"
"Your house is intoxicated with magic!"
"I will not let any of people of that kind in here then!"
"What do you think Harry and I are?!"
"I will not call Emilia!"
"Emilia," the name rang thought his mind, "Emilia." Harry opened his eyes. The brightness blinded him, forcing him to shut his eyes tight and cower deeper into the soft cushion. "I never knew clouds were so soft," murmured Harry.
"Clouds?" asked a voice that Harry recognized as the voice of his Aunt Petunias'.
"Oh thank Merlin, he's awake!" shouted Miss. Figg. "Harry, Harry, open your eyes dear."
Slowly Harry peeked open his eyes. "I'm not in Heaven," said Harry disappointingly.
"You should be glad you're not," sneered Aunt Petunia.
Little by little, Harry took in his surroundings. They were in the Dursley's living room. Uncle Vernon was lying on the floor by the fireplace and Dudley was sitting in the armchair, unconscious.
"Cedric got to them too?" cried Harry
"Whose Cedric?" said Aunt Petunia, ready to attack whoever harmed her son and husband.
"No, no," hushed Miss. Figg, "Cedric's not here, Harry. He's gone remember? He's the one who's in Heaven, not you." Miss. Figg turned to Aunt Petunia, "We have to call her, Petunia. If Harry's seeing people from the dead, who knows what's going to happen to Vernon and Dudley." Aunt Petunia stared icily at Miss. Figg, but didn't speak.
"Enough with the charade Petunia! Vernon can't hear you. If you don't call her, he'll never be able to hear you!"
"No! I will not!" Aunt Petunia stomped her foot to exaggerate her decision.
"Are you going to let your jealousy of your sister's gift take the life of her son, your son, and your husband?" said Miss. Figg touching a nerve, "Wait, no. Of course you are because according to you, your sister was a freak so that makes Harry and freak too."
"She wasn't a freak! She-"Aunt Petunia trailed off when she caught sight of Harry's eyes "was my sister."
Aunt Petunia sighed heavily as she bent down besides Harry. Harry thought Aunt Petunia was going to hug him, but instead, she reached under the coach that Harry was laying on and pulled out a dusty photo frame. She wiped off the dust on the back of the frame and carefully pulled off the backing. Inside was a small packet filled with tiny red and lavender crystals that looked like salt.
"Call her," said Aunt Petunia as she handed the packet to Miss. Figg.
Harry took the photo out of Aunt Petunia's hands. It was a moving wizard photo of two young women, one with long shinning blonde hair and the other with fiery red hair, hugging each other and laughing. In front of them were two strollers, one with a large blonde baby who was shaking a rattle and the other with a chubby baby who was tugging at his wild jet-black hair.
"That was taken a month before you and your parents went into hiding. Your uncle never knew that I visited you, Lily, and James," said Aunt Petunia as she smiled at the picture.
"I thought you hated me and mum and dad," said Harry surprised.
"It was a mistake. I was young and in love with Vernon. He despised magic and he would only marry me if he thought I despised it too. He hated Lily and James. When I was about to break it off, I had Dudley and I couldn't take a father from his son and a son from a father," Aunt Petunia sighed slightly, "so I would go visit you and Lily, but I never told Vernon."
"If you loved me and mum so much, then why do call her a freak? And me?" asked Harry, slightly confused, "Am I in the wrong world?"
"No, your not," chuckled Aunt Petunia. Harry glanced at her. For the first time, Harry saw the real Aunt Petunia. The Aunt Petunia was just as loving and caring as any other mother for all children.
"When you showed up on our doorsteps, I cried. I knew Lily and James were gone. Vernon wanted me to leave you at an orphanage, but you were all I had left. I told him that we'd have to pay hundreds of pounds to keep you at an orphanage with no questions asked," said Aunt Petunia as she fingered the beige carpet.
"I didn't want Vernon to know that I didn't hate magic so I had to be so cruel to you. It broke my heart every time I had to send you to bed without dinner. I used to sneak in at night and leave some cookies by your stand for you until Vernon caught me. I told him I was going to Dudley's room."
"So that was you?" said Harry, surprised.
"I didn't want you to die from starvation," said Aunt Petunia as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's ready," called Miss. Figg. Miss. Figg had cleared the table in the living room. On the table, she had poured the purple crystals in a circle with a candle that was about 1 cm high in the middle.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"We're calling for reinforcements. Something was done to us while we were in my home and we need to find out," Miss. Figg replied as she searched for a match.
"Why not use Floo powder?" asked Harry.
"Because," said Miss. Figg as she tried to lit the candle, "one, this fireplace isn't connected to the Floo Network and two, if we do it this way, there's no possibility that anyone can trace the path or come through 'accidentally'."
Miss. Figg handed Aunt Petunia the red crystals and nodded encouragement. Aunt Petunia took a handful of the crystals and stood on the edge of the circle. Harry tried to step forward, but Miss. Figg held him back.
Aunt Petunia threw the crystals onto the flickering flame on the candle. When the crystals and the flame connected, harsh dark colors of black and red exploded around the room, causing Aunt Petunia to step back in shock. The flicker of flame turned into a roaring fire. Fear chilled Harry's spine and his heart skipped a beat. The fire cast Aunt Petunia's shadow on the walls making it seem to Harry as if Aunt Petunia looked almost like an evil sorceress. He held onto his wand for comfort.
"Call her" Harry remembered Aunt Petunia saying. "Wait a minute, who are we calling?" asked Harry. Aunt Petunia announced in a strong clear voice,
"A line of legend times
Along the lines of hundreds
We call for one of fire time
We call for Phoenix the 29th"
Watching Aunt Petunia, Harry began to feel dizzy and felt as if the world was starting to suck him in towards the center of the Earth. "Am I in the wrong world?" Harry's own voice echoed through his mind. "What if... what if I am in the wrong world? Aunt Petunia would never be this kind to me. She hates me."
The fire jumped and settled back to a flicker. The colors receded and were replaced by light kind colors that calmed Harry's racing heartbeat. The colors calmed him a little bit too much. Harry knew it was happening again.
"Whoever they're calling is probably the one who's doing this." Harry moved carefully away from Miss. Figg. She was watching Aunt Petunia intently, not noticing Harry move away. Harry carefully backed away from the living room, moving backwards up the stairs to his room, making sure not to let any of the steps creak.
Half way up the stairs, Harry could still see the flickering of the candle rise and fall, but then, the flame went out. Harry froze. He could see the shadow of someone else in the living room. He was right.
"Where is he?" cried Aunt Petunia. Harry ran up the stairs, not caring if the steps creaked. Harry locked the door behind him. Hedwig hooted with surprise.
Harry kicked open his trunk and found what he was looking for; one of Fred and George's inventions to avoid going to class. It looked like a piece of worthless string, but if you tucked it into the keyhole of a door, it would make the weight of the door hundreds of pounds and it would also freeze the handle so the handle wouldn't turn, making it impossible to open the door if it was locked. Harry carefully tucked the string into the keyhole and listened until it clicked.
Harry ran over to the window and shoved it open. Harry called to Hedwig, "Hedwig, go! Leave, they aren't Aunt Petunia and Miss. Figg! Fly to the park and wait for me there, I'll come on my broom." Hedwig looked at Harry with her big bright mooneyes.
"I know Hedwig. Don't worry, I'll be ok." Harry stroked Hedwig softly and carried her over to the window.
Without watching Hedwig leave, Harry quickly dug out his Firebolt and a small shoulder bag. He threw in his moneybag and the Marauder's Map into the bag. He could hear the rapid footsteps coming. Harry pulled out his father's invisibility cloak and wrapped it around himself. With the bag over his shoulder and the cloak covering Harry ran over to the windowsill.
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"What happened?" were the first words that left her mouth.
"We were drinking tea when Harry, Vernon, and Dudley started acting strange," began Aunt Petunia.
"Strange how?" she pressed.
"At first" continued Aunt Petunia, "they were happy, too happy. It looked like they had breathed in laughing gas. Then they started screaming and Harry ran thought the house and through the hall. When we got to him, he was unconscious like Vernon and Dudley."
"Where's he now?" she asked.
"He's right--" Miss. Figg trailed off. "He was here a moment ago." A loud slam of a door was heard.
"No Harry" she whispered as she ran to the stairs. She could hear him pulling the window open and heard a thud of his trunk lid. She grabbed the knob; it wouldn't turn. "I'm going to get you one day for this Fred and George."
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"Harry! Don't!" voice sailed through the door. Harry stopped short. He knew that voice.
"Emily?" Harry asked desperately," What's going on?"
"I don't know Harry. I'm going to find out what's going on, but I need your help Harry. You can't help me if you run."
"How do I know if it's you?" Harry yelled at the door, "You could be working for Voldemort for all I know!"
"You have to trust me Harry! Open the door!"
"I want to believe it's you," Harry wanted to say, but he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted something to make sense, he couldn't trust anyone. Harry turned back to the window, but stopped.
A tall-cloaked figure stood in front of the window. It drew long hoarse rattling breaths. "There's a dementor in my room..." Harry thought to himself, "Things just kept getting worse."
Harry drew his wand and thought of the time that Sirius had told Harry that once they proved Sirius innocent, Harry would be able to live with him, away from the Dursleys. "Expecto patronum!" A stag formed out if Harry's wand and charged at the dementor, but the dementor didn't even step back.
"Why isn't it working?" Harry begged to himself. "Expecto patronum!" Harry cried again, but this time the dementor advanced towards Harry.
"Harry! Open the door Harry!"
Harry felt as if he were going to be sick. There was nothing he could do. In front of him was a dementor; behind him were people who could be working for Voldemort.
"They could be working for Voldemort. It doesn't mean they are," realized Harry.
The dementor took a step towards Harry. The room started spinning around Harry. The dementor's figure started to melt in front of Harry. He could hear Aunt Petunia and Miss. Figg calling, but their voices were receding. Everything around Harry started to become a cloud of black. He needed help.
"EMILY!" Harry bellowed as he started backwards. The room swirled around him faster and faster, turning darker with every step he took towards the door.
"HARRY!" Emily's voice shot through the confusion "Follow my voice Harry!" Harry's back hit the door and the dark took over.
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"Expecto patronum!" Emilia heard Harry yell.
"Merlin no" Emilia whispered. "Harry! Open the door!"
Emilia laid her hands against the door and scrunched her face in concentration. This was going to hurt Harry more than it hurt her. With a deep breath, she shoved her hands against the door, but they didn't stop at the door, they went through.
Emilia breathed in sharply as her hands reached through the air searching for Harry. Emilia yelled to him, "Follow my voice Harry!" Finally, she felt the familiar tuff of hair against her hands. She didn't hear any noise coming from inside the room. Bending down so she could grab a hold of Harry's shoulders, Emilia took one more breath and pulled Harry though.
Harry was pale and sweaty. There were bits of dried blood near his nose. "What's this?" Emilia said indicating to the dried blood.
"He was having a nosebleed when we found him the first time," said Miss. Figg
Emilia pulled a long silver chain out of her pocket. "Help me get Harry downstairs next to Vernon and Dudley. Put this around their necks, we need to get them to the castle doctor now."
Taken from "Harry Potter and the Cloak of St. Patrick" by Gwendolyn Patrick (K.J. Strong)