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Rowling. I do own Erica, Voula, and brief characters mentioned during the
sorting though. Oooh! I own the plot too!!!
Thanks to LadyxMalfoy ~ Yes, I know. I am doing less of that now though. Waaaay less. You'll have to excuse me. I'm a bit hyper. I do hope you enjoy the rest of it though!
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Chapter 5
Erica woke up in the hospital wing with a splitting headache a day later. She heard whispers near the end of her bed and opened her eyes and groaned. "She's awake!" a familiar voice exclaimed. "Shush. Madam Pomfrey will kick us out if we are not quiet." "I know that Hermione, how you feelin' Erica?" It was Ron, Harry, Voula and Hermione were sitting there by them.
"Like I was ran over by a train," Erica answered with a hand to her forehead, "What happened?"
Harry responded, "You fainted after potions in the hallway when we met Malfoy."
"Oh yeah, what did he say?"
"I don't know I was too worried about you to remember what he said. I almost killed him though when he went to catch you. Madam Pomfrey blamed it on Malfoy and me. I'm sorry, Erica, I totally forgot about the empath thing back there. I should have avoided Malfoy. I ."
"Harry, stop. It's not all your fault. I could have avoided the situation too. Instead I provoked him. I have no idea why I did but I did. So, stop blaming yourself please. Your guilt is bringing me down," she said with as much of a smile as anyone else could have done with such a terrible headache. How annoying. "Oh, please all of you stop worrying. No Hermione. I am not going to faint again."
"Are you reading thoughts now Erica? How... you knew what I was thinking!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Oh! Please don't yell. I read somewhere that empathy can be closely tied into telepathy. I may be reading minds. I know I feel others feelings so it wouldn't be that far fetched. Now look what you did. Madam Pomfrey heard you and she is considering kicking you all out," Erica stated with a yawn.
Soon enough Poppy had come out of her office ranting, "Can't let the girl get a bit of peace and quiet. Just wait till I speak to Albus. Leave! Go! Now! She needs her sleep! You want her to get better, do you not? Shoo!" Erica's friends turned to leave when Erica spoke.
"Wait! Madam Pomfrey, please can't they stay for a bit please? I need to talk to them," she said in a sweet mind-numbing voice that worked with both Poppy and Harry, "I think it would really help me, mam. I promise he won't yell."
Poppy didn't like the idea but she acquiesced, "Alright you have half an hour then you need to sleep," she then did an about face and retreated to her office.
Harry was curious as to what Erica wanted to talk about, "What is it Erica?"
"I totally forgot about the D.A. Voula and I were planning talk to you about it."
"Fire away."
"Well, when's the next meeting?"
"Oh I was thinking this Sunday. I just have to call it. Oh! That reminds me. Here, you'll need these." He pulled two gold coins out of he pockets and handed them to Erica and Voula.
"Why are you giving us Galleons Harry? What do these have to do with the D.A.?" inquired Voula.
"They're not just ordinary Galleons, Voula. That's how I call the meetings. Hermione, care to explain?"
Hermione obliged, "Well, You see the numerals around the edge of the coins? On real Galleons, that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. When Harry sets the date of the nest meeting he'll change the numbers I've put a Protean charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his. Any questions?"
Voula spoke up, "Umm. Yea, what the hell is a protean charm?"
Erica answered for Hermione, "Seriously Voula, you don't know what a protean charm is? It is a N.E.W.T. level charm. If you cast it on objects they will change to look like another object." (A/N: My definition, please tell me if you know a better way to explain the protean charm.)
"And Hermione knows how to do that? Hermione, you can do magic on N.E.W.T. level already?"
Hermione blushed a bit, "yes, I can. Why can't you guys?"
"No."
Erica spoke, "I can, it's so not hard. Even Ron could do it if he put his mind to it."
Ron, yet again, turned as red as his Weasley hair, "Hey! I resent that comment."
He was ignored and Harry made a comment to Erica, "Good you can help me teach the club then. Do you know how to produce a Patronous by any chance?"
"Yes, mine's a Jaguar. Can you?"
"Yea, a stag. like my father."
"Cool. Not many people can do that."
"Cool?"
"Yea, umm. it's sort of like saying. Voula?"
"Wizard? Not the person wizard, the expression. Bloody Hell? It's just basically saying that something is bizarre or interesting or something like that," Voula responded.
"Alright, well Pomfrey said you would be out by tomorrow. It's Saturday, by the way. I will change the coin when I find that people will actually be going. Hermione, you might want to give Neville a new coin, I think he might have accidentally spent it over the summer. We'll see you later Erica. We need to be going. You need to sleep. See you tomorrow or later."
"Alrighty then. See you guys later," she stated and smiled with a yawn. She just noticed how tired she was. She lay down as they walked out the door and Madam Pomfrey came out and gave her a sleeping potion
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Erica woke up sometime in the middle of night. She didn't know what had caused her to wake up till she felt a pain in her forehead. She felt like it was going to split open. 'This is no regular headache,' she thought as she bent over in pain trying not to scream out. 'I have to find Harry. I feel like I have a taste for blood. My god.' She kept a hand on her forehead and reached for her wand on her bedside table.
She looked up expecting to see numerous beds surrounding her in the hospital Wing. They weren't there though. She did not feel like she was alone either. She could hear others' thoughts. Whose she did not know, it was not familiar. Wait. there was one familiar entity here. 'Harry?' She started to walk through the fog surrounding her.
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Harry woke up with a familiar feeling. This had happened to him many times since his first year. He had felt it every time Voldemort was close, this familiar pain in his forehead. That skull splitting pain that tore him from limb to limb. He jolted awake and reached for his wand, wishing he were on his broom. Every problem seemed to just melt away when he was on that thing. He looked up to see that he was not in his common room anymore. He looked around. Dam it. he was in the graveyard again. Was he dreaming of his fourth year again? A tear appeared in one of his eyes and he quickly blinked it away. He couldn't think about Cedric now.
There was fog surrounding him and he came to his senses and looked around carefully. 'This might not be a dream,' he thought. Suddenly he saw a tall slim shadow approaching him through the fog and he raised his wand, ready to attack. Then he heard a small voice, "Harry? Is that you? Where are we?"
"Erica? How do I know you're not Voldemort? He had a knack of terrorizing me in my dreams last year. Tell me something he would not know. Erica's an empath."
"I don't know if I should. How do I know you are really Harry? Voldemort could have found out that I was an empath. no you are Harry. I can feel your familiar feeling of mourning."
"I still don't know if you are Erica."
"I would gladly tell you something Harry. Voldemort doesn't know it yet. I think he's listening. That feeling on your, our, foreheads it means he is close by, right? He could have planned this. He's angry Harry. So angry. I can feel it," she seemed to go into a trance and her eyes glazed over. 'What is going on?' was Harry's only working thought.
**
Erica was standing there in front of Harry and she suddenly didn't know what she was saying she just basically went numb. She knew Harry was there though. There was something she needed to tell him. They needed to get out of here. Voldemort was here. She could feel him. He was thirsty for blood. He wanted Harry's blood most of all. But he also wanted to toy with Harry. Voldemort would feed on Harry's every weakness before he finally killed him. He would kill him mentally first.
She felt his thoughts and feelings streaming through her body. She went stiff. It hurts. She fought him. He would not control her. She knew they were not her feelings. She loved Harry. She did not want to kill him; he was one of her first friends. Erica would have risked her life for him. "Harry, get us out of here! He's Here! Get out! It's a dream Harry! Please wake up! I can feel him! He's blood crazy. I'll tell you more when you wake us up."
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Harry just stood there looking at her. She was mad. She had to be. She was screaming at the top of her lungs about Voldemort and how he had to wake up. Was what she was saying true? He didn't want to risk it. He closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, he was back in his bed. Was it all just a nightmare? He looked at the clock on his nightstand, four in the morning. Oh, well, he wouldn't be able to sleep after this so he got up and dressed deciding to go down to the Hospital Wing. This just didn't feel right. He needed to check.
He had his wand out in the hallway on his way to the Hospital to check on Erica. He had a funny feeling. He ran the whole way. When he got there Erica was sitting up straight in her bed and heaving in a trashcan. He stepped into the room and was finally convinced that they were in no danger, so he put his wand away. Yet, he was surprised that Pomfrey hadn't come out of her office to help the sick girl yet.
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Erica awoke as soon as Harry closed his eyes in her dream. Had it been just a dream? Voldemort's thoughts had felt so real. At the thought of them she had the sudden urge to give up her dinner from last night. She grabbed a trashcan sitting by her bed and started to heave.
He had been thinking about slowly killing people. Ripping them from limb to limb, literally. Erica had seen it all too. His thoughts had been so clear in her head. How could anyone be so sick? She had seen past murders too.
She had seen Harry's parents die. She had seen his failure to kill Harry. Erica had seen someone fall through an arch and not come out on the other side, though it hadn't been Voldemort that killed that handsome man. It had been one of his death eaters but he had been there. She had seen a boy about Harry's age die. Harry had been there. She knew the last two were significant to Harry, she just didn't know how. Erica was convinced though that they were the ones that caused him to be depressed.
She was still heaving three minutes when Harry walked in. Her hair was hanging around her face like a veil so she didn't see him till he pulled her hair back. She was startled at first and gripped her wand tightly in her hand ready to stupefy someone then noticed it was Harry.
She gave him a quick quirky smile then again felt the need to purge and turned back to her trashcan with Harry holding her hair back. She relaxed a bit. Harry was here. It would all be ok now. He was still alive and she would damn well make sure he stayed that way.
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Ahhhh!!!!! I loved writing that!!! This is most definitely my favorite chapter so far! I'm a bit hyper I have had waaay too much chocolate today!!! It is one in the morning here! I'm not tired!!!! I just had to stop the chap there. So much for the writers block I thought I was going to have! I actually already had half of this chap practically written. I was going to use it in one of the earlier chaps but my brain led me off track and I ended up with something way better than I had! But I just had to have that part about the coins and I had to find a way to tie it in! So I used it!!! Muah ha ha ha!! Lol, I bet I'm scaring you JoyOus! Anyways, I'll try to post the next chap by tomorrow! But it's New Years Eve so I might not get it done. I have no idea if we are going to go to my mum's friends this year. We didn't last year and I got an alcoholic pina colada! It was nasty! Bad alcohol!!! GEE, Can you say delirious?! That's me right now!!! I need sleep, lol, but I don't want it. I want to indulge my imagination and write!!!! Wow, now I'm really scaring myself. Well, Good day, or night, whatever, buh bye!!!! Have A Happy New Year Everyone!!! And To All A Good Night!!!
~Esgalhothwen~
Thanks to LadyxMalfoy ~ Yes, I know. I am doing less of that now though. Waaaay less. You'll have to excuse me. I'm a bit hyper. I do hope you enjoy the rest of it though!
"__" Speech '__' Thoughts ~__~ Song
Chapter 5
Erica woke up in the hospital wing with a splitting headache a day later. She heard whispers near the end of her bed and opened her eyes and groaned. "She's awake!" a familiar voice exclaimed. "Shush. Madam Pomfrey will kick us out if we are not quiet." "I know that Hermione, how you feelin' Erica?" It was Ron, Harry, Voula and Hermione were sitting there by them.
"Like I was ran over by a train," Erica answered with a hand to her forehead, "What happened?"
Harry responded, "You fainted after potions in the hallway when we met Malfoy."
"Oh yeah, what did he say?"
"I don't know I was too worried about you to remember what he said. I almost killed him though when he went to catch you. Madam Pomfrey blamed it on Malfoy and me. I'm sorry, Erica, I totally forgot about the empath thing back there. I should have avoided Malfoy. I ."
"Harry, stop. It's not all your fault. I could have avoided the situation too. Instead I provoked him. I have no idea why I did but I did. So, stop blaming yourself please. Your guilt is bringing me down," she said with as much of a smile as anyone else could have done with such a terrible headache. How annoying. "Oh, please all of you stop worrying. No Hermione. I am not going to faint again."
"Are you reading thoughts now Erica? How... you knew what I was thinking!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Oh! Please don't yell. I read somewhere that empathy can be closely tied into telepathy. I may be reading minds. I know I feel others feelings so it wouldn't be that far fetched. Now look what you did. Madam Pomfrey heard you and she is considering kicking you all out," Erica stated with a yawn.
Soon enough Poppy had come out of her office ranting, "Can't let the girl get a bit of peace and quiet. Just wait till I speak to Albus. Leave! Go! Now! She needs her sleep! You want her to get better, do you not? Shoo!" Erica's friends turned to leave when Erica spoke.
"Wait! Madam Pomfrey, please can't they stay for a bit please? I need to talk to them," she said in a sweet mind-numbing voice that worked with both Poppy and Harry, "I think it would really help me, mam. I promise he won't yell."
Poppy didn't like the idea but she acquiesced, "Alright you have half an hour then you need to sleep," she then did an about face and retreated to her office.
Harry was curious as to what Erica wanted to talk about, "What is it Erica?"
"I totally forgot about the D.A. Voula and I were planning talk to you about it."
"Fire away."
"Well, when's the next meeting?"
"Oh I was thinking this Sunday. I just have to call it. Oh! That reminds me. Here, you'll need these." He pulled two gold coins out of he pockets and handed them to Erica and Voula.
"Why are you giving us Galleons Harry? What do these have to do with the D.A.?" inquired Voula.
"They're not just ordinary Galleons, Voula. That's how I call the meetings. Hermione, care to explain?"
Hermione obliged, "Well, You see the numerals around the edge of the coins? On real Galleons, that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. When Harry sets the date of the nest meeting he'll change the numbers I've put a Protean charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his. Any questions?"
Voula spoke up, "Umm. Yea, what the hell is a protean charm?"
Erica answered for Hermione, "Seriously Voula, you don't know what a protean charm is? It is a N.E.W.T. level charm. If you cast it on objects they will change to look like another object." (A/N: My definition, please tell me if you know a better way to explain the protean charm.)
"And Hermione knows how to do that? Hermione, you can do magic on N.E.W.T. level already?"
Hermione blushed a bit, "yes, I can. Why can't you guys?"
"No."
Erica spoke, "I can, it's so not hard. Even Ron could do it if he put his mind to it."
Ron, yet again, turned as red as his Weasley hair, "Hey! I resent that comment."
He was ignored and Harry made a comment to Erica, "Good you can help me teach the club then. Do you know how to produce a Patronous by any chance?"
"Yes, mine's a Jaguar. Can you?"
"Yea, a stag. like my father."
"Cool. Not many people can do that."
"Cool?"
"Yea, umm. it's sort of like saying. Voula?"
"Wizard? Not the person wizard, the expression. Bloody Hell? It's just basically saying that something is bizarre or interesting or something like that," Voula responded.
"Alright, well Pomfrey said you would be out by tomorrow. It's Saturday, by the way. I will change the coin when I find that people will actually be going. Hermione, you might want to give Neville a new coin, I think he might have accidentally spent it over the summer. We'll see you later Erica. We need to be going. You need to sleep. See you tomorrow or later."
"Alrighty then. See you guys later," she stated and smiled with a yawn. She just noticed how tired she was. She lay down as they walked out the door and Madam Pomfrey came out and gave her a sleeping potion
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Erica woke up sometime in the middle of night. She didn't know what had caused her to wake up till she felt a pain in her forehead. She felt like it was going to split open. 'This is no regular headache,' she thought as she bent over in pain trying not to scream out. 'I have to find Harry. I feel like I have a taste for blood. My god.' She kept a hand on her forehead and reached for her wand on her bedside table.
She looked up expecting to see numerous beds surrounding her in the hospital Wing. They weren't there though. She did not feel like she was alone either. She could hear others' thoughts. Whose she did not know, it was not familiar. Wait. there was one familiar entity here. 'Harry?' She started to walk through the fog surrounding her.
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Harry woke up with a familiar feeling. This had happened to him many times since his first year. He had felt it every time Voldemort was close, this familiar pain in his forehead. That skull splitting pain that tore him from limb to limb. He jolted awake and reached for his wand, wishing he were on his broom. Every problem seemed to just melt away when he was on that thing. He looked up to see that he was not in his common room anymore. He looked around. Dam it. he was in the graveyard again. Was he dreaming of his fourth year again? A tear appeared in one of his eyes and he quickly blinked it away. He couldn't think about Cedric now.
There was fog surrounding him and he came to his senses and looked around carefully. 'This might not be a dream,' he thought. Suddenly he saw a tall slim shadow approaching him through the fog and he raised his wand, ready to attack. Then he heard a small voice, "Harry? Is that you? Where are we?"
"Erica? How do I know you're not Voldemort? He had a knack of terrorizing me in my dreams last year. Tell me something he would not know. Erica's an empath."
"I don't know if I should. How do I know you are really Harry? Voldemort could have found out that I was an empath. no you are Harry. I can feel your familiar feeling of mourning."
"I still don't know if you are Erica."
"I would gladly tell you something Harry. Voldemort doesn't know it yet. I think he's listening. That feeling on your, our, foreheads it means he is close by, right? He could have planned this. He's angry Harry. So angry. I can feel it," she seemed to go into a trance and her eyes glazed over. 'What is going on?' was Harry's only working thought.
**
Erica was standing there in front of Harry and she suddenly didn't know what she was saying she just basically went numb. She knew Harry was there though. There was something she needed to tell him. They needed to get out of here. Voldemort was here. She could feel him. He was thirsty for blood. He wanted Harry's blood most of all. But he also wanted to toy with Harry. Voldemort would feed on Harry's every weakness before he finally killed him. He would kill him mentally first.
She felt his thoughts and feelings streaming through her body. She went stiff. It hurts. She fought him. He would not control her. She knew they were not her feelings. She loved Harry. She did not want to kill him; he was one of her first friends. Erica would have risked her life for him. "Harry, get us out of here! He's Here! Get out! It's a dream Harry! Please wake up! I can feel him! He's blood crazy. I'll tell you more when you wake us up."
(-.-)Zzz. .zzZ(-.-)
Harry just stood there looking at her. She was mad. She had to be. She was screaming at the top of her lungs about Voldemort and how he had to wake up. Was what she was saying true? He didn't want to risk it. He closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, he was back in his bed. Was it all just a nightmare? He looked at the clock on his nightstand, four in the morning. Oh, well, he wouldn't be able to sleep after this so he got up and dressed deciding to go down to the Hospital Wing. This just didn't feel right. He needed to check.
He had his wand out in the hallway on his way to the Hospital to check on Erica. He had a funny feeling. He ran the whole way. When he got there Erica was sitting up straight in her bed and heaving in a trashcan. He stepped into the room and was finally convinced that they were in no danger, so he put his wand away. Yet, he was surprised that Pomfrey hadn't come out of her office to help the sick girl yet.
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Erica awoke as soon as Harry closed his eyes in her dream. Had it been just a dream? Voldemort's thoughts had felt so real. At the thought of them she had the sudden urge to give up her dinner from last night. She grabbed a trashcan sitting by her bed and started to heave.
He had been thinking about slowly killing people. Ripping them from limb to limb, literally. Erica had seen it all too. His thoughts had been so clear in her head. How could anyone be so sick? She had seen past murders too.
She had seen Harry's parents die. She had seen his failure to kill Harry. Erica had seen someone fall through an arch and not come out on the other side, though it hadn't been Voldemort that killed that handsome man. It had been one of his death eaters but he had been there. She had seen a boy about Harry's age die. Harry had been there. She knew the last two were significant to Harry, she just didn't know how. Erica was convinced though that they were the ones that caused him to be depressed.
She was still heaving three minutes when Harry walked in. Her hair was hanging around her face like a veil so she didn't see him till he pulled her hair back. She was startled at first and gripped her wand tightly in her hand ready to stupefy someone then noticed it was Harry.
She gave him a quick quirky smile then again felt the need to purge and turned back to her trashcan with Harry holding her hair back. She relaxed a bit. Harry was here. It would all be ok now. He was still alive and she would damn well make sure he stayed that way.
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Ahhhh!!!!! I loved writing that!!! This is most definitely my favorite chapter so far! I'm a bit hyper I have had waaay too much chocolate today!!! It is one in the morning here! I'm not tired!!!! I just had to stop the chap there. So much for the writers block I thought I was going to have! I actually already had half of this chap practically written. I was going to use it in one of the earlier chaps but my brain led me off track and I ended up with something way better than I had! But I just had to have that part about the coins and I had to find a way to tie it in! So I used it!!! Muah ha ha ha!! Lol, I bet I'm scaring you JoyOus! Anyways, I'll try to post the next chap by tomorrow! But it's New Years Eve so I might not get it done. I have no idea if we are going to go to my mum's friends this year. We didn't last year and I got an alcoholic pina colada! It was nasty! Bad alcohol!!! GEE, Can you say delirious?! That's me right now!!! I need sleep, lol, but I don't want it. I want to indulge my imagination and write!!!! Wow, now I'm really scaring myself. Well, Good day, or night, whatever, buh bye!!!! Have A Happy New Year Everyone!!! And To All A Good Night!!!
~Esgalhothwen~