Chapter 18: They're Coming

Hazel sat down on the bed and hugged her knees. She wished horribly that Harry could come back. "I'm so glad he's not mad about the baby," thought Hazel. Hazel started to run over this school years events in her head. She had changed so much from when she left Egypt, too now. "I bet Bill wouldn't even recognize me. I wonder if he thinks I'm dead?" she thought. Hazel had missed Bill greatly over this past year and she only hoped he missed her too. "Oh Bill, I hope I get to see you soon." Hazel laid down on the soft white pillows and was about to doze off when the doors opened up. "Ah, I see you are ready for me my dear," said Voldemort. Hazel pulled her green nightgown closer to her body. "Harry please come," she wished in her mind.

The liquid went down Harry's throat and he thought he might throw up. Once he was sure he could open his mouth without throwing up, he spoke. "What is suppose to happen now?" he asked Hermione. "Well how should I know? I've never been in a Dinlex before," said Hermione. It was clear that she was getting aggravated of Harry's lack of knowledge. Before Harry could reply he felt a strange tingle in the back of his head. "Think, Harry, think," thought Harry. Harry had several pictures fly threw his mind. He was in his room back at Hogwarts. Then he was looking at the book Hazel had written. Then Ron was crying over a body. It was Misty. Hermione kissing Krum. Ginny fainting from the power of the fake Dark Mark. And Hazel. Hazel crawling into his bed in the middle of the night. Hazel teasing him as they headed down to the greenhouse. "What in the hell is happening?" asked Harry as he grabbed his head. "What did you do to him?!" yelled Ron at Hermione. She looked panicked. "Snape told me to give it to him," she said in a worried voice. "Oh, just help him!" pleaded Ginny from inside of her cage. Images continued to fly threw Harry's mind. Sirius looking at the Daily Prophet. Hermione saying she was going to the library. Then something Harry had never seen before. It was Draco and Hazel in the greenhouse. Harry watched as the two fought. He then watched Draco drag Hazel into the back room. "No," Harry couldn't move. It was torture. "Harry?!?" yelled Hermione as she grabbed his shoulder. Harry's mind whipped out of the greenhouse and back into the bedroom. "Harry are you OK?" asked Ginny.
Harry looked up at them. His face was flushed and he was sweaty. "Harry?" asked Ginny again. "Their on their way," said Harry. "They're coming to save us."