Harry Potter and the Servant of Lord Voldemort
-Chapter 9-
Knowing the Other Side
Harry just stared at her...is she the servant? The one who takes over Michelle? Michelle just stared back at him, angrily. What should he do if this isn't the Michelle he wanted to get answers from?
"Why are you here anyway!?" Asked Michelle.
"I was only visiting..."
"Who? Michelle or me? You do know she has another person living inside of her by now because you keep seeing me! I can come out whenever I want to, but a warning is brought up before I come."
"Warning?"
"Pain in one place of the body...if blood escapes from her body, that's a sign that I'm coming. Now you know that part."
"Was she born like this?"
"No, someone put me inside her."
"My guess is..."
"You don't know anything."
"But..."
"I said you don't know anything!!" After that, there were a few minutes of silence. Just hearing the rain drops pound against the windows. But then, she asked, "Can you pass me the robes?" Harry looked at the table next to her bed; there was a clean school robe for her. At least it's clean...He grabbed the robes and handed it to her, she took them. "If you don't mind, you better turn around." She said with an angry glare right at him.
"Um...sure..." He turned around slowly, facing the wall and the windows. All he can do right now while he waits is to look at the windows, it's still raining. He can see the dark sky through the windows. The most things she hate is the rain and the dark...he thinks he understands why. After hearing clothes being stripped off and school robes being put back on, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around and looked at her. "What?"
"Come on, we're going back to the tower," she said.
"Aren't you supposed to be released tomorrow?"
"So? And your point is?"
"What if they come in looking for you?"
"Let them come, let them look, they'll know I'm probably in the tower. You either come with me or I leave you here alone with nothing but rain pounding against the windows."
"Alright, I'm coming." He got off the bed and walked out of the hospital with Michelle...or who ever she is. While walking down the halls, Harry turned his head to her. "What should I call you?"
"It doesn't matter. I wasn't given a name, Michelle...she doesn't know what to call me either. She tried to give me a given name. She's still thinking of one."
"Do...you want me to help you?"
"No...You don't have to; I'm only letting Michelle help, because I'm sharing a body with her. It's not my fault that I was put in here."
"Can you tell-?"
"No, I'm not going to tell you. I'm leaving Michelle to do that, she wants to tell you anyway. And the dream you're having...you want to know who's giving them to you?"
"You mean someone is giving them to me? I thought it was that I keep having these dreams every night. Yeah, you can tell me."
"It was Michelle all along, she's been giving you those dreams ever since I came, when you have those dreams, she has them, but she doesn't scream in your sleep like you do. She was trying to give you a glimpse of what the future holds."
"She did a good job of it too."
"And when you went behind Ron's house, which was Michelle, her spirit; she let her spirit drift off and left me to take over her body until she came back. And here's something you should know: As you get closer to the trap, the more the dream reveals. Right now, the dream reveals only certain of parts."
"The closer I get to the trap; I thought it was the closer I get to Hogwarts."
"Well, you can see now that you're at Hogwarts, and it only revealed little of the dream. But no, it's the closer you get to the trap. And the person waiting at the end of that trap is-"
"Voldemort..."
"Correct, and-"
"I can't believe a girl like Michelle is involved with Voldemort..." Harry stopped walking and looked at the ground, thinking...he heard her footsteps stop, and knew she would turn around to face him. "Why-"
"Why her? I don't know either, maybe it's because of the way she is."
"The way she is?"
"The truth is, she's weak, too gentle, but has strong magic. It's probably why he wanted her...and create me in her. Or maybe he doesn't have a reason. But...Voldemort...he almost killed her before I came." Silence occurred again. "I'll stick around for awhile for Ron and Hermione to see me. Let's continue on."
"Oh, right!" They continued on walking in the halls...hopefully nothing will happen to them on the way...like what happened to Michelle...
(Gryffindor Tower)
"Ron? Hermione?" Harry called as soon as the door opened. He walked inside, with Michelle behind him, he walked to the fire place and saw Ron and Hermione, chatting. They both smiled as soon as they saw Harry came in, but frowned when they saw Michelle, she was suppose to be out tomorrow. "You guys have met her before..."
"Hey..." she said to Ron and Hermione. "Just call me Rose..." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Harry looked at her. "You mean you figured it out?"
"No, Michelle just told me. She speaks in my mind; she was talking to me while we were walking in the halls, Harry."
"Rose..." Harry heard Ron whispered to himself. "Why Rose?" Asked Ron.
"Don't ask me; ask Michelle when I let her come back."
"Harry, do you mind explaining to us?" Asked Hermione.
"Oh sure," Harry sat on the chair next to Ron's and Rose sat next to Hermione's chair. He started to explain everything, ever since they left the hospital and in the conversation in the halls. About how Rose comes, and about how Michelle was the one giving him those dreams every night, how she was the one who appeared behind Ron's house.
"It may sound weird or look weird, but you'll get use to me soon enough..." said Rose, not looking at either one of them, just at the fire place.
"Michelle-I mean Rose, can you tell us why you come out sometimes when there is no reason?" Hermione asked curiously.
Rose became silent, her bangs covering her eyes, which is covering her expression, not sure if she's angry or upset. Rose sighed, a very long sigh, and turns her head to face Hermione. "I come just to have a little fun, like messing with Malfoy, he deserved to be put in the hospital after what he was doing to me and Michelle," Rose answered Hermione.
"For fun? Shouldn't you come out when things are important?"
"If I can do that, I'll hardly show up at all."
"But, you're causing her pain and make her bleed to death whenever you come. She might die..."
"It's a consequence. That's all I have, it's not my fault that whenever I come someone bleeds-"
"But if she dies you die too, right?"
"I don't know, that depends on what he says."
"He?" Harry questioned her.
Rose hesitated, Harry knew what she meant, but he wants her to tell it to him so that when Hermione and Ron are there, they can know as well. Harry can tell she doesn't want to answer, because there was nothing but silence, except for the fact that the flames in the fire place are flickering. The pause became longer...it was annoying Harry, he can tell it was annoying Hermione and Ron cause it's been five minutes after he questioned her. And the hesitation continues five minutes later. Until...
"I'm going to bed, Michelle is very tired and she says she can't wait until she finally goes to bed," Rose got out of her chair and started to walk up the stairs.
"Wait! Shouldn't you answer Harry's question?" Asked Ron.
When Rose's foot landed on the fourth step, she turned around and faced Ron. "I'm sure Harry already knows who it is..." She turned back to the stairs and continue walk back up the stairs to the girl's room. Harry heard the door closed and listen to silence again.
"So who is it, Harry?" Ron asked as soon as the door closed.
"It's an easy guess, Ron. You should know that's it Voldemort-"
"Harry!"
"Sorry, you know it's You-Know-Who, Ron."
"Yeah..."
"It's easy to tell that Vol-I mean You-Know-Who created Rose. I wonder how though..."
"We'll just leave Michelle to tell us that, we all know we can hardly get any information from Rose. Although...I feel sorry for the both of them," said Hermione sadly.
"Let's change the subject..." said Harry slowly.
"Harry, is something wrong?"
"I just want to change the subject now."
"Well, it's kind of too late for that now; it's time for us to go to bed anyway."
Harry nodded, and walked upstairs slowly. He was really tired and wanted to go to bed as soon as he can. His mind was on Michelle or Rose or whoever she is. He can't tell who's who now. Plus, he has a headache, a goodnight's sleep will do...or maybe...not so good night because of that dream. Does Michelle really have to give him these dreams EVERY SINGLE night? It's not really that necessary to show it every night. How about once a month or once a week?
It's going to drive him crazy if he keeps having these dreams. Probably one day...he will...
(Dream...)
Harry was stunned...he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, and he thought he was near death. He was lying on the cold, hard ground, unable to move any part of his body. The wind was so cold, that he could freeze to death. He felt that he was bleeding badly, he can still feel the blood escaping his body and float on the ground. He was so near death, there was no hope for him...for some reason; he somehow survived Lord Voldemort, but barely. He can't hold on to life any longer.
He couldn't open his eyes, they were closed shut, and he wanted to know what's going on. He wanted to see where he was, because he knows he's not any where close to Hogwarts, maybe. Probably no one would find him in time to save him. It would probably be too late if they find his body, lying on the ground, lifeless.
But then, he felt something clutched onto his robes, he couldn't open his eyes to see the person. He wanted to know, but couldn't. He felt his robes being pulled; someone was trying to get on top of him. He felt something warm against his body, and felt the heavy breathing against his right ear. He can tell someone is laying on him, but not on purpose, there's probably a reason why this person is doing this. All he can do is listen to the heavy breathing, and wait for the person to speak; maybe it has come to save him.
Then there was a whisper. "H-Harry..."
He found his voice and spoke. "Michelle? Is that...you?" He asked, right now, he wishes to open his eyes to at least see her face. It'll put a smile on his face once he sees her's, but knew he couldn't.
"Yes...it's me....Harry..." Harry heard she kept on taking deep breaths before she spoke. Something must've happen to her too...but wait, wasn't she dead earlier?
"How...?"
"I...don't know...I somehow...survived him...I thought...I was...dead too..."
"Michelle....where is...Ron and Hermione?"
"They're sleeping...I gave them...something that'll...help them...stay alive."
"But-"
"Don't...say anything." He felt her hand on his right cheek, while Michelle was still breathing heavy against his left ear. "Listen...you...need to...hold on...you need to...stay alive. Not me..."
"Michelle-"
"If you speak...you'll only...die quicker...your mother...wouldn't want...that, right? Right now...I'm going to be like your mother, I'm going to...make sure...you're alive....and well...and safe but...you never know...that...our friendship...ends here...so now...I'm going to...say....something...I've wanted to say...for a long time."
Harry continued to listen to the heavy breathing. Wondering what Michelle meant by 'our friendship ends here'. Is she going to kill him? It never showed this part of the dream before. Is she going to kill him? Is she going to die? What? What is she going to do once she's finish saying what she has to say?
"No...I change my...mind...I'll help feel less pain..." How? By killing him quickly? "I know...I must say...this now or...I might...regret it if we don't see each...other in the...future. Goodbye...Harry..."
"NO!!" Harry shouted out from his dream. He was wide awake now, clutching onto his chest, trying to get some air. What was she going to do in that dream? She was about to do something, but what? He needed to tell Sirius. He first jumped lightly off his bed and grabbed a piece of paper and the feather pen. He sat on chair and put the paper on the table in front of him. He put the end of the pen in the ink bottle and started to write.
Dear Sirius,
I have found out a few things about Michelle. She has a dark side; Ron, Hermione and I can tell Voldemort created her for some reason. It turns out, that Michelle is innocent and that maybe the dark side, Rose, could be the servant of Voldemort. But I don't know, I'm still trying to get the facts. I have found out on who was giving me these dreams, Michelle was doing that all along. Rose said that Michelle was trying to give me a glimpse of the future. And I just had a dream, the same one but it revealed more of it. Rose said that the more I get closer to this trap, the more the dream reveals, and that Michelle have the same dreams too.
In my dream, I was in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't move my body at all, couldn't even open my eyes. I thought I was going to die because I could feel that the blood was escaping from my body, and that it was very cold. Until I felt something clutched on my robes. It was Michelle, I thought she died too, but in the dream, she said she somehow survived, she pulled herself on top of me and like laid on me, her breathing was heavy and it was against my ear. She was saying something on what she had to tell me, but she decided not to tell me, she said that our friendship ends here, where ever that place was. She said 'Goodbye...Harry...' after that, I woke up, screaming out NO!! I thought she was going to kill me! I'm not sure if anyone heard me, I'm writing this after I woke up from the dream.
But I'm afraid, Sirius. I'm afraid this might actually happen, and that maybe I or Michelle might die. I still need to ask Michelle a couple of questions, but she keeps saying that it's not the right time, and that Dumbledore will tell her when it is the right time to tell me, Ron and Hermione. Should I ask Dumbledore what's going on? I know he knows because Michelle told him everything, I bet. Should I tell him about the dreams that I keep having every night?
Well, I think that's all on what's going on now. A lot of things are happening here, and I'll give you the details. See you around, Sirius.
Harry
"Hedwig, come here," Harry whispered silently. Harry folded the letter up and attached it to her leg, he opened the window and let her fly out into the night sky, but she flew back, landing on Harry's shoulder. "Do you want to wait until morning to deliver it?" Hedwig hooted. "Alright, delivering at night was probably a bad idea, sorry, I wasn't thinking straight." Harry put Hedwig in her cage and grabbed the letter; he put it next to the desk that is next to his bed. "Night, Hedwig..."
But...he didn't get any sleep that night.
(Morning)
Harry finished getting his robes on and grabbed his books, but wait; he needs to deliver the letter to Sirius. He took Hedwig out, and attached the letter to her leg, and let her flew out into the blue sky, staring out at the morning sun. Harry watched Hedwig flew off to a direction, where Sirius is.
He quickly snapped out of it because he was day dreaming a little bit, he quickly grabbed his books and ran downstairs and met Ron.
"Morning, Harry!" Said Ron.
"Morning, Ron! Hey, did you hear me screaming last night again?" Asked Harry.
"Hmm...Not sure, I was too deep in sleep." Ron nodded to himself.
"Do you have to rub it in?"
"Sorry, I was just having a little fun."
"Yeah, okay. Where's Hermione and-"
"Michelle?"
"Yeah!"
"They already left off to class, Harry. It seemed like Michelle was trying to get out of here in a hurry, probably afraid to speak to you after what happened last night."
"Why?"
"Probably because we met Rose."
"Yeah, probably...but I wanted to speak to her. I wanted to ask her something."
"That can wait until lunch, right? Let's go." Harry and Ron walked out of the Gryffindor Tower, going to their class. But Harry couldn't stop thinking about that dream. How did Michelle survived Voldemort's attack? But...if he appeared the night that Michelle was drugged, then...it could've been him who attacked Michelle that night and made her stay in the hospital.
"Ron, last night when I woke up from that dream, I wrote a letter to Sirius and send it this morning," Harry told Ron while still walking in the halls.
"Really? Is about Michelle or Rose?"
"Both, but Rose doesn't seem like a dark side to me."
"Harry, you never know her true intentions. She could still be dangerous."
"So do you think we should take Michelle's advice of what she gave to me in the dream?"
"What was that again?"
"Don't get close to her; ignore her, step away from her even if she approaches me."
"Are you sure that's what she said?"
"Positive, Ron."
"Alright...if you say so, Harry. You can do that, but I won't because I'm not the one having those dreams."
"Don't' worry, I'm not expecting you to do it."
That is...if Harry can avoid her, when he knows he feels sorry for her and wants to help her. He doesn't want to avoid her, but he feels he has to...