Chapter 7
I felt renewed, radiant. There in the cold world was someone who
cared, just for me. Even though I walked up to the castle gates alone
I could still feel his kiss hovering on my lips. I pushed open the
door to find Dumbledore sitting quietly in the hall.
"Raven come and sit with me," he beckoned. He summoned a stool which I
took my place on. I didn't look at him. Good grief! Can't I have one
moment of uninterrupted contentment or is that impossible in this
place?
"Since you are the only person who really saw first handedly what
happened today I must ask you to please explain," he said calmly.
"I don't know if I can..." I paused.
"What do you mean?"
"Please professor, it's too hard... I mean, um (Think Raven! An excuse,
I need an excuse.)" I started to crack my knuckles, "I'm sorry. I
just thought Professor Snape would have told you by now."
"Severus?" He looked surprised.
"Well, he was the one I saw looking at the Forbidden Forest and then
when I looked in that same direction I spotted a something running
towards the Quidditch Pitch."
"And what was it that you saw?"
"I'm not sure. It stayed in the shadows, but by the way it walked I
would say that it was a male. That's about the time I saw him
assembling a bow, and I had to warn Harry so I grabbed one of the
brooms and flew up towards him. Then Harry got shot and I tried to
catch him, but I couldn't control the broom."
"I understand. The reason I wanted to talk to you was mainly because
of what occurred after you landed," he said more seriously.
"Are you accusing me of trying to hurt Harry? Because you're wrong! I
was the one saved him from smashing into the ground! I was just trying
to remove the poison!" I alleged infuriated.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound that way, and it was a
great service you preformed. I don't think you realized it, but the
method you used to remove the poison from Harry is only used by
vampyres," he spoke calmly.
"What are you getting at?"
"I just wanted to know where you learned that from?"
"The Immortals. That was one of the main courses we took."
"I see." His face darkened.
"Dumbledore, wait... I was just wondering... how is he? Harry I mean."
"It seems that you succeeded in getting most of the preliminary toxins
out of his wound. He's spending the night in the hospital wing for
observation, but Madam Pomfrey says he'll have a full recovery."
After that I almost headed up toward the Gryffindor common room, but
instead took a detour towards the great hall. I absentmindedly ended
up directly in front of the recovery room. I placed my ear upon the
door and listened. Nothing. Madam Pomfrey must be asleep. With that I
pressed against and turned the doorknob. It slowly swung open. The
room was completely dark except for a single beam of moonlight that
fell upon the stone floor making an illuminated walkway. I slipped
through the door and down the lines of beds. About the fifth bed on
the left lay Harry. His dark hair laid stroon over his pale face. I
watched his chest rise as he breathed. I sat beside him. Harry's chest
had been bound in bandages, but I could still see where the blood had
soaked through. I'm sorry I hurt you Harry. It seems every where I go
I do something wrong. Oh God, how I want to be friends with you,
Hermione, Ron, and dare I say love Daemon, but I can't. What if
Voldemort does come after me? If Daemon tries to protect me he could
get... I don't want even to think about the possibilities. This is why I
have to find a way back to London. I don't want to stay here if my
past will hurt people.
"Raven?" questioned a frail voice.
"Harry! I didn't mean to wake you," I apologized.
"That's all right I was just dozing anyway." He started to laugh, but
then groaned from the pain in his chest, "I didn't get a chance to
thank you today."
"Please don't."
"But, you saved my life today."
"Harry...just don't."
I watched his face. His brow furrowed in confusion. His brilliant
green eyes softly glowed and kept their sad solitude. Then out of
nowhere I said, "Why are you sad?"
"What?" he asked surprised.
"You're sad. You're crying inside. I know pain! I've seen... and felt
it. I just want to know what is hurting you so badly." He seemed
caught off guard by my request.
"That's hard to say... there's many things that," he paused. He looks so
upset.
"I didn't mean to ask you such a difficult question."
"It's not, I guess I'm just not good at getting over some things. Last
year, before you arrived, Voldemort tricked me into leaving Hogwart's
safety and traveling to the Ministry of Magic. There he and his
followers ambushed me and a few of my friends. When my godfather came
to save me... they killed him." His nostrils flared and jaw tightened in
order to control his rising rage, "He was the last of my relatives
that cared about me... and it was my incompetence that killed him."
"Harry, listen to me. If I've learned one thing it's that shit
happens. And most of the time you couldn't stop it even if you were on
you highest guard."
"I know all that! But I will never forgive Voldemort for what he did!"
Harry hissed with contempt.
"Hell Harry! I didn't suggest forgive and forget! I think it's better
to show no mercy when exacting revenge, but you shouldn't blame
yourself so much for something that might have happened anyways.
Becoming upset only hurts you. Why not instead put all your energy
into killing this freak anyways?" He smiled slightly.
"Don't you hate this place? I mean it's so uniform and cold," I asked.
"I would prefer to be in the common room," he admitted.
"Come on, what do you say I help you back up there?" "Sure," he said happily. I placed an arm around his waist and allowed him to lean against me as I guided him back to the common room.
I felt renewed, radiant. There in the cold world was someone who
cared, just for me. Even though I walked up to the castle gates alone
I could still feel his kiss hovering on my lips. I pushed open the
door to find Dumbledore sitting quietly in the hall.
"Raven come and sit with me," he beckoned. He summoned a stool which I
took my place on. I didn't look at him. Good grief! Can't I have one
moment of uninterrupted contentment or is that impossible in this
place?
"Since you are the only person who really saw first handedly what
happened today I must ask you to please explain," he said calmly.
"I don't know if I can..." I paused.
"What do you mean?"
"Please professor, it's too hard... I mean, um (Think Raven! An excuse,
I need an excuse.)" I started to crack my knuckles, "I'm sorry. I
just thought Professor Snape would have told you by now."
"Severus?" He looked surprised.
"Well, he was the one I saw looking at the Forbidden Forest and then
when I looked in that same direction I spotted a something running
towards the Quidditch Pitch."
"And what was it that you saw?"
"I'm not sure. It stayed in the shadows, but by the way it walked I
would say that it was a male. That's about the time I saw him
assembling a bow, and I had to warn Harry so I grabbed one of the
brooms and flew up towards him. Then Harry got shot and I tried to
catch him, but I couldn't control the broom."
"I understand. The reason I wanted to talk to you was mainly because
of what occurred after you landed," he said more seriously.
"Are you accusing me of trying to hurt Harry? Because you're wrong! I
was the one saved him from smashing into the ground! I was just trying
to remove the poison!" I alleged infuriated.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound that way, and it was a
great service you preformed. I don't think you realized it, but the
method you used to remove the poison from Harry is only used by
vampyres," he spoke calmly.
"What are you getting at?"
"I just wanted to know where you learned that from?"
"The Immortals. That was one of the main courses we took."
"I see." His face darkened.
"Dumbledore, wait... I was just wondering... how is he? Harry I mean."
"It seems that you succeeded in getting most of the preliminary toxins
out of his wound. He's spending the night in the hospital wing for
observation, but Madam Pomfrey says he'll have a full recovery."
After that I almost headed up toward the Gryffindor common room, but
instead took a detour towards the great hall. I absentmindedly ended
up directly in front of the recovery room. I placed my ear upon the
door and listened. Nothing. Madam Pomfrey must be asleep. With that I
pressed against and turned the doorknob. It slowly swung open. The
room was completely dark except for a single beam of moonlight that
fell upon the stone floor making an illuminated walkway. I slipped
through the door and down the lines of beds. About the fifth bed on
the left lay Harry. His dark hair laid stroon over his pale face. I
watched his chest rise as he breathed. I sat beside him. Harry's chest
had been bound in bandages, but I could still see where the blood had
soaked through. I'm sorry I hurt you Harry. It seems every where I go
I do something wrong. Oh God, how I want to be friends with you,
Hermione, Ron, and dare I say love Daemon, but I can't. What if
Voldemort does come after me? If Daemon tries to protect me he could
get... I don't want even to think about the possibilities. This is why I
have to find a way back to London. I don't want to stay here if my
past will hurt people.
"Raven?" questioned a frail voice.
"Harry! I didn't mean to wake you," I apologized.
"That's all right I was just dozing anyway." He started to laugh, but
then groaned from the pain in his chest, "I didn't get a chance to
thank you today."
"Please don't."
"But, you saved my life today."
"Harry...just don't."
I watched his face. His brow furrowed in confusion. His brilliant
green eyes softly glowed and kept their sad solitude. Then out of
nowhere I said, "Why are you sad?"
"What?" he asked surprised.
"You're sad. You're crying inside. I know pain! I've seen... and felt
it. I just want to know what is hurting you so badly." He seemed
caught off guard by my request.
"That's hard to say... there's many things that," he paused. He looks so
upset.
"I didn't mean to ask you such a difficult question."
"It's not, I guess I'm just not good at getting over some things. Last
year, before you arrived, Voldemort tricked me into leaving Hogwart's
safety and traveling to the Ministry of Magic. There he and his
followers ambushed me and a few of my friends. When my godfather came
to save me... they killed him." His nostrils flared and jaw tightened in
order to control his rising rage, "He was the last of my relatives
that cared about me... and it was my incompetence that killed him."
"Harry, listen to me. If I've learned one thing it's that shit
happens. And most of the time you couldn't stop it even if you were on
you highest guard."
"I know all that! But I will never forgive Voldemort for what he did!"
Harry hissed with contempt.
"Hell Harry! I didn't suggest forgive and forget! I think it's better
to show no mercy when exacting revenge, but you shouldn't blame
yourself so much for something that might have happened anyways.
Becoming upset only hurts you. Why not instead put all your energy
into killing this freak anyways?" He smiled slightly.
"Don't you hate this place? I mean it's so uniform and cold," I asked.
"I would prefer to be in the common room," he admitted.
"Come on, what do you say I help you back up there?" "Sure," he said happily. I placed an arm around his waist and allowed him to lean against me as I guided him back to the common room.