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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes, and violence

Chapter Nine

"A murderer"

Bella was sitting up in her bed in the Hospital Wing. Ivy was perched on a stool next to her; Ivy looked white with shock.

"You…you were raped!" She gasped.

Bella nodded.

"This is horrible! But it had to be a Slytherin, nobody else knows our password."

"Not really. They found me in a classroom, anybody can get into a classroom." Said Bella looking blankly ahead of her.

"But you said the last place you remember being was in the common room." Pushed Ivy.

"The person used a Memory Charm on me they could've just erased up to that point to make it look like a Slytherin did it." Bella's voice seemed distant and hollow even to herself. "Did you bring my Pocket Sneak-a-Scope like I asked you?"

"Yes," Ivy took the green Sneak-a-Scope out of her pocket and handed it to Bella.

Bella let it balance on her palm for a minute before crushing it in her fist. The broken pieces made deep cuts in Bella's hand, which started bleeding badly.

Ivy gasped. "Bella, what are you doing!"

Bella didn't answer but within seconds a silver dagger appeared in her bleeding hand as if formed from the blood itself. Her hand was not bleeding anymore nor were there any wounds. Bella looked down at the dagger's blade, written on it was the word: Stuprum.

"Wicked!" breathed Ivy. "Bella, how the bloody hell did you do that?"

"That Sneak-a-Scope was the one thing my mother left me. When you crush it, it turns into the weapon you must need or desire." Bella held up the dagger. "This is my weapon of choice." As she said those words the dagger disappeared from her hand.

"Oy, where'd it go?" Ivy was looking around as if expecting to see the dagger somewhere.

"It's somewhere safe." Said Bella.

"Oh…did Madam Pomfrey say when you can leave the Hospital Wing?"

"Tomorrow."

Bella, to be truthful, was getting quite fed up with missing classes. However, Bella was also very thankful that the news of her rape hadn't spread through the school. Instead all students could talk about was a Troll that had somehow found its way into the school on Halloween. Bella also noted that Harry Potter, some other boy, and Granger had been the ones who stopped the Troll, she wasn't at all pleased about this news. Ivy kept asking her if she was sure she was all right, Bella didn't see the point in this. Since she couldn't remember the rape it wasn't as emotionally scaring as some might think. But she did, however well she hid it, want to punish whoever had done it to her. They will pay. Thought Bella as she sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts class only half listening to Professor Quirrell. But as Professor Quirrell turned his back to the class, to take some creator out of its cage, a blue flash of light overtook Bella.

He was standing in the bedroom of the child its mother standing between him and his target.

"Please! Not Harry! Please!"

"Avada Kedavra!" He laughed a high and cold laugh as green light shot from his wand. The woman screamed and then fell limp on the floor.

A blue flash of light brought the classroom back into focus. Bella was shaking all over and the whole class seemed to be watching her.

"Bella! Are you all right!" asked Ivy worry etched across her face.

Bella felt her stomach turn and she fell over the side of the bench and through up all over the floor. Cold sweat was running down her whole body, she felt cold. Her version was fogging over and all the sounds in the classroom were fading. No, don't pass out! Don't… A blue flash of light blinded her again.

He crept up to the house in the shadows. This was it, the day of vengeance on his filthy Muggle father.

"Alohomora." he muttered as he pointed his wand at the locked door that led into the house. It swung open soundlessly. He moved through the house like a shadow. He could her voices coming from somewhere up ahead.

Golden light was pouring through the crack between the door and the wall. He pushed the door open raised his wand—

A blue flash of light blinded everything from view. Bella was lying on her back looking up at—No! I'm in the Hospital Wing AGAIN!

"You have a bad habit of ending up in here, dear." Said Madam Pomfrey walking over to Bella.

"Are classes over?" asked Bella sitting up.

"No—"

Within a blink of an eye Bella was standing. But Madam Pomfrey pushed her back in bed.

"You have to rest."

"But, Madam Pomfrey, I can't keep missing classes! I'm falling behind!" Bella couldn't seem to grasp why Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let her go. She felt fine after…after. …Suddenly the memory of what she had seen hit her full force. Murders, she had seen murders in someone's memory. But whose memory?

"Bella, I swear, you've missed more classes then anyone else this year." Said Ivy shaking her head sadly. "I mean, you went for awhile there were nothing happened but today in class…" she trailed off.

"That's the worst it's been." Said Bella looking at the Hospital Wing ceiling. "I wasn't even making eye contact with anybody and yet I kept seeing memories. But I don't know who the memories belonged too."

"What was it you saw?" asked Ivy.

"I saw…" Bella paused. Would Ivy freak if she told her? "I saw a murder."

Ivy gasped.

"And not just one. I started to see another one when I suddenly woke up here."

"So…" said Ivy. "That means someone in Hogwarts is a murderer."

Bella didn't say anything for awhile. "Well, in any case, I have to stop fainting in classes. I'm falling behind."