Attacks of Love...
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Hayley didn't bother going down to breakfast that morning. She couldn't bare it anymore. Hermione had come back to check up on the fragile, shaken girl, but only found it easier leaving her alone.
Her urge to see Harry slowly wore off after her scar had finally stopped burning into her forehead. She didn't feel she could face anyone again and certainly not Harry.
These dreams were getting out of control. Mostly every time someone was either murdered or tortured so bad Hayley could almost feel the pain of those being tortured, but what kept scaring her the most, was the woman-the man- and their babies.
Hayley had seen those small angelic faces so many times; she knew they were their children. It had to be. There was no mistaking the resembling faces; the raven locks mingling with those emerald robes.
Orbs so like hers.hair- so familiar to her own.
But-than again.
'Harry's eyes, Harry's hair.No, - no it can't be, stop it Glenwood.'
But than.the younger man's voice rang through her ears, his voice echoing off her brain, repeating itself over and over again.
'"Seeing all this, I just want Harry and Hayley to grow up living in a home like this, having a family to love them you know."'
Seeing all what? Hayley already had a loving home, and family, maybe this man was someone her parents were denying her of. She remembered her parents saying something about a 'James' once in one of there hushed conversations that Hayley had overheard.
But who is this Harry? The looks of the baby compared to the looks of the Harry sitting in the Great Hall right now were unmistakable. Just like the looks compared to the baby Hayley in the dream, and the Hayley sitting in the sixth year girl's Dormitory.
'I just need some air. I just need to take a walk or something - take a breath of fresh air.'
Forgetting all about the 'rules' enforced on her that she was not allowed to go anyway without either Harry, Ron, or Hermione, she just excited her Dormitory anyway. Clearly not caring about how she was looking and that she hadn't changed out of her sleep wear yet.
She didn't even care about the glares she was receiving by the left over Gryffindor's sitting in the Common Room, who had already came back from breakfast.
Making her way through the corridors; her thoughts clouded her mind, her feet moved involuntarily through the stone hallways.
She sighed with bliss when she reached the outside. Not even realizing she was wearing nothing but a low cut, tank top night dress. She could feel the winter's breath blowing through the soft, thin coat of the fabric, sending goose bumps all over her small body.
She noticed a clear path along side of the school that didn't have snow or water blocking its way.
Hayley hardly noticed how cold she was when her feet touched the ground. Once again she realized she didn't have any slippers on either. The cold was stinging her feet becoming almost painful, but Hayley -for some strange reason- felt she liked the feeling. The touch of skin to cold ice.
She knew she was asking for another case of Pneumonia, but at the moment she didn't care.
Hayley didn't recognize how far out she was walking across the grounds. She could almost see the lake, giving her the sign that she was a good few meters away.
It felt so blissful, to be on her own again. Not to have the presence of Hermione, Harry or Ron. Not when she needed this time to be alone.
She felt her scar give a little tinge on her forehead. Not wanting another session of what had just happened the night previous, she bent down and pick up a hand full of snow.
She placed it over her forehead, and found it to be a relaxing, soothing feeling.
Hayley glanced back at the lake longingly. She could do with a nice swim right now, but then again she really didn't want another session of Ron jumping in and rescuing her in what she was wearing.
She pulled her eyes away from the lake, knowing if she gazed at it for any longer the next minute she'd be ending up in it.
She spotted a nice sized boulder sitting right beside the edge of the trees.
Feeling she could do with some sitting and gazing over the grounds alone, she began walking over towards it.
Halfway there she noticed a small cabin to her left. She could see a little line of smoke issuing from the small cubic center, but she paid no attention to it. Her eyes still focused on nothing but the boulder.
Once she reached it she sat upon it, shivering, but not caring at how cold the stone was to her skin.
She buried her feet in the snow on the ground. It felt good in some ways, but then she could clearly tell that her skin was the color of ruby red, and her feet were totally numb from how cold the ice was.
Hayley brought her head back up, gazing over the grounds. They were beautiful. But even in a morning like this, her thoughts wondered back to Harry- his eyes- Hayley could see them staring at her through her head.
Hayley had to get him out of her head.
She could still see his eyes - eyes so like hers staring at her disappointedly.
His hair- the raven locks that painted the color of midnight late into the night. Skin- so pale and smooth. A figure so small- Muscles slowly peeking there way through his arms, but still small like hers.
That's when she couldn't deny it anymore. She couldn't lie to herself anymore, she needed to get these thoughts out or she would never get them out. It all clicked, like a puzzle piece pleading to go back into its place on the board, like a sign falling from the grey clouded sky, and hitting her in the head.
'That baby boy was, - Harry Potter'..
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"Harry will you please keep you voice down!" hissed Hermione, glancing around there surroundings where they had taken place sitting at only ten minutes ago.
"Hermione - you don't get it do you!" he hissed back.
"I get it perfectly!"
"No - no you don't. Don't you see? Hayley and I are having the same dreams; I can see her dreams at night!"
"I already knew that Harry- but what I don't get is - is it you whose seeing her dreams, or her seeing yours?"
"What's the difference?" piped Ron from beside Harry.
"The difference is - that Harry- you've never had dreams like this before right?"
"Yeah but -"
"But Hayley told me she's been having these dreams for a while now, Harry I think she can see her past, I think she can see into her past, her brain is seeing things from her childhood or - babyhood and replaying them, and I don't know how but you can see them to."
"You actually think that?" asked Ron giving Hermione a disbelieving look.
"How else is she seeing the death of her parents and also the death of her grandparents, when she doesn't even know who they are?"
"But she is just seeing Harry's dads parents, why hasn't she seen her mum's parents yet?" asked Ron.
No one answered that question. Harry sat quiet, racking his brain for any sign or clue to answer that. It seemed that Ron had a very good point. Why hadn't they seen the death of his mothers parents, but then they had seen the death of his fathers parents. That's when it clicked.
"My mum was pregnant with us when they were killed, we couldn't have seen it, because we weren't born yet."
"You're sure Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Positive. I remember Sirius telling me --"
"Maybe we should talk to Dumbledore about this I mean -"
"NO!" snapped Harry towards Ron.
"Why?"
"Because-" that's when Harry stopped talking. He still had yet to tell them about the prophecy. Not wanting to bring that up at moment, and clearly not wanting to see the tears form in Hermione's eyes, he had to think of a quick lie.
"Dumbledore has more important things to do than to worry about silly dreams."
"Harry I'm sure he wants to know, it could be Voldemort - Ron honestly get over it by now will you - as I was saying it could be an act of Voldemort, I mean he could be doing this, sending these past scenes into your head at night."
"I doubt it 'Mione."
"Why?"
"Because Voldemort was only there for one of the dreams, and that was the one where he killed my parents, he wasn't there when he killed my grandparents so he wouldn't have known how it had happened."
Hermione didn't respond to Harry's last comment, and to his relief neither did Ron.
Harry, feeling his stomach rumble at the loss of food, pulled a plate of eggs towards him.
He began to think about it more. Could Hayley see into the past? If someone can see into the future like a Seer, then is it impossible for someone to see into the past? But then, if Hayley can see the past, then why is she seeing only the deaths of their loved ones?
That's when Harry felt something enter his mind, causing him to forget where he was sitting, what he was eating and even who he was..
'I just need some air- just need to take a walk or something - take a breath of fresh air.'
Harry leaned forward, coughing from his eggs, and spitting them up into his napkin.
"Harry - Harry you alright?" asked Hermione leaning forward and patting him on the back.
"She's outside!" he gasped through coughs.
"What!" asked Hermione leaning closer to his mouth.
Harry leaned back from Hermione's grip. He stood up so fast he thought he would start coughing more if he hadn't of spit out his eggs seconds before.
"Harry what's wrong!" yelled Ron, who had stood up right behind him, and trying to hold him in place.
"She's outside!" he choked again through coughs, trying to move past Ron.
"Whose outside!" said Ron, in a sort of panicky voice.
"Hayley!"
"What? No, she's not. She's in the Common Room," said Hermione from across the table.
"Harry why do you think she's outside?" asked Ron turning away from Hermione and looking back at Harry.
"BECAUSE, I CAN HEAR HER!"
Neither Ron nor Hermione held there place after that, they just shot after Harry as they watched him run for the doors leading down to the grounds.
Not even realizing that the whole time they were being watched.
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After ten minutes of being outside, Hayley was starting to feel the cold winter dangling the air around her.
Her feet were so numb now she barely could feel them. She still hadn't taken them out of the snow, and she found the numbing feeling to be a relaxing feeling.
She knew that Harry, Ron and Hermione would be returning to Common Room soon, and to find her absent from her bed was probably not a morning routine Hayley was willing to deal with right now.
She smiled to herself as she remembered Ron's face. She had a very giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and the explanation of it she couldn't find.
She felt like laughing, like twirling around in the middle of the snow. Just to forget about everything surrounding her.
Her scar kept stinging slightly, but she hardly noticed through her giddy feeling - her happy feeling.
She could hear a voice in her head, a cheerful voice, a voice that didn't belong to her, a voice of an intruder.
'Come to me, my child.'
Hayley laughed at the voice, she felt the smile spread across her face as she felt her body lift itself off the cold stone she had been parching on.
'Follow my voice, do not be afraid.'
Hayley didn't pay any attention to where her feet were leading her. She kept laughing, picturing Ron's face as she walk through the thick snow. Feeling the cold material spread across her legs. Feeling the wind whip through her night dress, but still she just kept laughing.
'That's right, child, keep following my voice, there you shall find gifts, presents and joy, come to me, child.'
Hayley felt her body start to turn. That's when her eyes met the lakes gaze once again. The now rising sun glistening off its shallow frame.
'That's right a nice swim dear, can you almost feel the warm water running through your hair. Follow me.'
"I am," replied Hayley into the silenced grounds around her. She kept her gaze on the lake, a now longing feeling to follow the lakes path more then the voice.
'Your almost there, can you almost see yourself diving in, feeling the water running through you? Inhaling it into your lungs?'
Hayley didn't realize how far the walk would have been, her eyes being her only guide, she kept walking. Ignoring the now painful burn, stinging on her forehead.
"HAYLEY!"
She heard the voice in the back of her mind, but she couldn't stop walking. Her mind was made up, she wanted the lake.
"HAYLEY, STOP!"
The voice sounded like an echo through her mind. She couldn't stop, the smile spread once more onto her face as she was only seven steps away from the lake.
'Don't listen to them, they are trying to deprive you of the water, you want the water right child?'
"I do," she said.
'That's right you do, your almost there, keep following my voice dear, can you almost feel the water through your body, entering your chest depriving you of air, you want it.'
"HAYLEY, STOP!"
Hayley didn't stop...she was only five steps away. From the water running through her body. Away from her want she needed the water; she felt she couldn't breathe without it.
"HARRY, SHES BEING POSSESSED YOU HAVE TO STOP HER BEFORE SHE DROWNS HERSELF!"
'Don't listen to them child, they are only stopping you, come to me, follow my voice, your safe with me.'
"HAYLEY WAKE UP!"
Only four steps away.
'Almost there dear come closer to me jump in, feel the water surround you.'
Only three more steps.
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Harry was running so hard he felt his chest squall up with the tightness of his breath.
He had to stop her, if she kept walking she was going to drowned herself, or die from the intense shear of the cold water.
"HAYLEY PLEASE!" he heard Hermione scream several feet behind him.
They had been to far away when they had reached the outside, she was only two steps away from diving in and Harry was several feet away from her. He wouldn't make it in time from grabbing her away.
He pushed his feet harder, begging them to go faster.
She was only one more step.
He was almost there, he needed to keep running; he couldn't let her jump in. This wasn't her, she had a glint her eye that told Harry it wasn't his mother eyes he was seeing. They were something of pure evil.
Right as Hayley's feet left the ground Harry's hands seized her around the waist and slammed her into the ground.
He heard her head hit the ground so hard he knew whatever had happened to her, whatever had caused her to almost walk herself to death, was gone now.
Harry could no longer see the glint in her eyes, he could no longer see the sign that she was under someone else's control, he could see himself staring back at her.
"Harry," she whispered.
"Hayley, are you all right?" panted Hermione from behind them.
Harry rolled off her, knowing his weight lying on her chest was probably not the best way for her to catch her breath again.
Hayley didn't move, she only laid were she had fallen, her eyes blinking rapidly at how hard her head had come into contact with the ground.
Harry knew she couldn't walk on her own so taking action he bent over and slipped his arm between her waist as he helped her to her feet.
Ron, seeing this, walked forward also as he took her other arm and placed it over his shoulder to balance her out.
Hayley must have hit the ground pretty hard, because when Harry had let go of her for a mere second she nearly lost her balance again almost causing her to fall into Ron.
"Harry her skin is bright red," said Ron glancing down to her feet, which had been standing in the snow for almost twenty minutes now without any cover.
"I know that Ron!" hissed Harry, trying to get Hayley to start walking.
She couldn't, she nearly fell right out of Harry and Ron's grips and would have fallen straight to the ground.
Luckily Harry had caught her in time, and blaming himself for how hard he had pushed her away from the waters edge, he leaned down and picked her up. Right as Hayley's body left the ground, she passed out completely.
Hermione held her head in place so it wasn't swaying from side to side and to keep it in place.
"She must have a concussion we have to get her to the hospital wing," said Hermione.
"No," croaked out Harry. "We'll just put her to bed, and then go get the nurse."
"Harry she needs bed rest and potions."
"I don't want her in the hospital wing Hermione," he lifted her higher into his arms so he wouldn't drop her as he continued to walk back up the slopes.
"Harry Madame Pomfrey -"
"I want her near me, I don't want her alone so something like this can happen again."
He was glad Hermione didn't bring it up anymore. He couldn't talk let alone carrying the weight of Hayley in his arms.
Once they reached the doors to the Great Hall, he lifted Hayley higher into his arms. Knowing he'd be the one carrying her up the steps leading to there Common Room.
Ron had to help twice, since Harry almost dropped her on the second level and then again on the fifth.
Once they reached the Portrait he heard Hermione mumble the password, and ask if the Fat Lady would go get Madam Pomfrey. Harry could tell Hermione was debating this over the way she had looked at him when she had been talking.
The Fat Lady had opened up to them before rushing off down to the third floor where the nurses head quarters lay. Harry didn't realize why the Fat Lady had given Hayley a look of most horror, but then glancing down he saw why.
"Hermione, she's bleeding!"
They rushed inside the Common Room. Ron pushing aside the students that had jumped up at the scene before them.
Hermione held the door open for them as Harry carried Hayley back up towards her bed. He was thankful that there was no slide this time to stop them, but maybe that was just because Hermione was here.
Harry laid Hayley gently on her bed, sighing with relief as he felt his arms get some feeling back into his muscles.
"Why did we leave her alone?"
"Harry its not your fault," said Hermione walking up behind him.
"Hermione if I hadn't of heard her, then she could be dead right now."
"How did you hear her thoughts?" asked Hermione, jumping to the conclusion right away.
"I dunno - I was just eating and all of the sudden I could hear her."
"Look Harry, I don't want to talk in here, not with her sleeping, lets go down into the Common Room."
"I'm not leaving her for something more to happen!"
"Nothing will happen, this room is completely safe okay, besides we'll be right back up here again when Madame Pomfrey arrives."
Harry knew it would probably be best if they left Hayley to sleep. To clear her mind over what had just happened, he would ask the nurse to give her a memory draught.
They slowly made there way back down to the Common Room, Harry trying to ignore all the frantic 'what happened to Hayley,' ringing through the air.
Hermione pulled them into a silenced corner, away from hushed ears, and peeking eyes.
"Hermione do you think it was Voldemort?"
"Do I think what was Voldemort?"
"Whatever caused her to keep walking to the lake, whatever it was that I saw in her eyes."
"Well - it's a possibility, but if you can hear her thoughts why couldn't you hear her?"
"I - dunno."
"Maybe it was because those weren't her thoughts, Harry they were Voldemorts - controlling her in a way."
Harry glanced back up towards the clock. It wasn't even ten yet, and this had already happened. Thanking Merlin today was Saturday he leaned up against the wall.
"Hey guys," said Ron, standing over a few feet away from them looking up to where the head board stood. Harry didn't even notice he had walked away from them.
"I know something that will cheer you up," he said his face turning away from the board and back over toward Hermione and Harry's annoyed faces.
"What," they both said in unison.
"There's a Hogsmeade trip next weekend."
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I'm sorry if this chapter is not what you all hoped it to be.
I had a horrible weekend. But anyway there's no time for excuses.
No I didn't get time to go back and re-do most of my chapters, one of the reasons I was so busy this week. So that will be happening this upcoming week, sorry for the mistakes.
Also I'd like to thank my new beta, Gollum Forever, for doing this for me! And also thanks to the reviews!
New updates either Saturday or Sunday!
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Hayley didn't bother going down to breakfast that morning. She couldn't bare it anymore. Hermione had come back to check up on the fragile, shaken girl, but only found it easier leaving her alone.
Her urge to see Harry slowly wore off after her scar had finally stopped burning into her forehead. She didn't feel she could face anyone again and certainly not Harry.
These dreams were getting out of control. Mostly every time someone was either murdered or tortured so bad Hayley could almost feel the pain of those being tortured, but what kept scaring her the most, was the woman-the man- and their babies.
Hayley had seen those small angelic faces so many times; she knew they were their children. It had to be. There was no mistaking the resembling faces; the raven locks mingling with those emerald robes.
Orbs so like hers.hair- so familiar to her own.
But-than again.
'Harry's eyes, Harry's hair.No, - no it can't be, stop it Glenwood.'
But than.the younger man's voice rang through her ears, his voice echoing off her brain, repeating itself over and over again.
'"Seeing all this, I just want Harry and Hayley to grow up living in a home like this, having a family to love them you know."'
Seeing all what? Hayley already had a loving home, and family, maybe this man was someone her parents were denying her of. She remembered her parents saying something about a 'James' once in one of there hushed conversations that Hayley had overheard.
But who is this Harry? The looks of the baby compared to the looks of the Harry sitting in the Great Hall right now were unmistakable. Just like the looks compared to the baby Hayley in the dream, and the Hayley sitting in the sixth year girl's Dormitory.
'I just need some air. I just need to take a walk or something - take a breath of fresh air.'
Forgetting all about the 'rules' enforced on her that she was not allowed to go anyway without either Harry, Ron, or Hermione, she just excited her Dormitory anyway. Clearly not caring about how she was looking and that she hadn't changed out of her sleep wear yet.
She didn't even care about the glares she was receiving by the left over Gryffindor's sitting in the Common Room, who had already came back from breakfast.
Making her way through the corridors; her thoughts clouded her mind, her feet moved involuntarily through the stone hallways.
She sighed with bliss when she reached the outside. Not even realizing she was wearing nothing but a low cut, tank top night dress. She could feel the winter's breath blowing through the soft, thin coat of the fabric, sending goose bumps all over her small body.
She noticed a clear path along side of the school that didn't have snow or water blocking its way.
Hayley hardly noticed how cold she was when her feet touched the ground. Once again she realized she didn't have any slippers on either. The cold was stinging her feet becoming almost painful, but Hayley -for some strange reason- felt she liked the feeling. The touch of skin to cold ice.
She knew she was asking for another case of Pneumonia, but at the moment she didn't care.
Hayley didn't recognize how far out she was walking across the grounds. She could almost see the lake, giving her the sign that she was a good few meters away.
It felt so blissful, to be on her own again. Not to have the presence of Hermione, Harry or Ron. Not when she needed this time to be alone.
She felt her scar give a little tinge on her forehead. Not wanting another session of what had just happened the night previous, she bent down and pick up a hand full of snow.
She placed it over her forehead, and found it to be a relaxing, soothing feeling.
Hayley glanced back at the lake longingly. She could do with a nice swim right now, but then again she really didn't want another session of Ron jumping in and rescuing her in what she was wearing.
She pulled her eyes away from the lake, knowing if she gazed at it for any longer the next minute she'd be ending up in it.
She spotted a nice sized boulder sitting right beside the edge of the trees.
Feeling she could do with some sitting and gazing over the grounds alone, she began walking over towards it.
Halfway there she noticed a small cabin to her left. She could see a little line of smoke issuing from the small cubic center, but she paid no attention to it. Her eyes still focused on nothing but the boulder.
Once she reached it she sat upon it, shivering, but not caring at how cold the stone was to her skin.
She buried her feet in the snow on the ground. It felt good in some ways, but then she could clearly tell that her skin was the color of ruby red, and her feet were totally numb from how cold the ice was.
Hayley brought her head back up, gazing over the grounds. They were beautiful. But even in a morning like this, her thoughts wondered back to Harry- his eyes- Hayley could see them staring at her through her head.
Hayley had to get him out of her head.
She could still see his eyes - eyes so like hers staring at her disappointedly.
His hair- the raven locks that painted the color of midnight late into the night. Skin- so pale and smooth. A figure so small- Muscles slowly peeking there way through his arms, but still small like hers.
That's when she couldn't deny it anymore. She couldn't lie to herself anymore, she needed to get these thoughts out or she would never get them out. It all clicked, like a puzzle piece pleading to go back into its place on the board, like a sign falling from the grey clouded sky, and hitting her in the head.
'That baby boy was, - Harry Potter'..
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"Harry will you please keep you voice down!" hissed Hermione, glancing around there surroundings where they had taken place sitting at only ten minutes ago.
"Hermione - you don't get it do you!" he hissed back.
"I get it perfectly!"
"No - no you don't. Don't you see? Hayley and I are having the same dreams; I can see her dreams at night!"
"I already knew that Harry- but what I don't get is - is it you whose seeing her dreams, or her seeing yours?"
"What's the difference?" piped Ron from beside Harry.
"The difference is - that Harry- you've never had dreams like this before right?"
"Yeah but -"
"But Hayley told me she's been having these dreams for a while now, Harry I think she can see her past, I think she can see into her past, her brain is seeing things from her childhood or - babyhood and replaying them, and I don't know how but you can see them to."
"You actually think that?" asked Ron giving Hermione a disbelieving look.
"How else is she seeing the death of her parents and also the death of her grandparents, when she doesn't even know who they are?"
"But she is just seeing Harry's dads parents, why hasn't she seen her mum's parents yet?" asked Ron.
No one answered that question. Harry sat quiet, racking his brain for any sign or clue to answer that. It seemed that Ron had a very good point. Why hadn't they seen the death of his mothers parents, but then they had seen the death of his fathers parents. That's when it clicked.
"My mum was pregnant with us when they were killed, we couldn't have seen it, because we weren't born yet."
"You're sure Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Positive. I remember Sirius telling me --"
"Maybe we should talk to Dumbledore about this I mean -"
"NO!" snapped Harry towards Ron.
"Why?"
"Because-" that's when Harry stopped talking. He still had yet to tell them about the prophecy. Not wanting to bring that up at moment, and clearly not wanting to see the tears form in Hermione's eyes, he had to think of a quick lie.
"Dumbledore has more important things to do than to worry about silly dreams."
"Harry I'm sure he wants to know, it could be Voldemort - Ron honestly get over it by now will you - as I was saying it could be an act of Voldemort, I mean he could be doing this, sending these past scenes into your head at night."
"I doubt it 'Mione."
"Why?"
"Because Voldemort was only there for one of the dreams, and that was the one where he killed my parents, he wasn't there when he killed my grandparents so he wouldn't have known how it had happened."
Hermione didn't respond to Harry's last comment, and to his relief neither did Ron.
Harry, feeling his stomach rumble at the loss of food, pulled a plate of eggs towards him.
He began to think about it more. Could Hayley see into the past? If someone can see into the future like a Seer, then is it impossible for someone to see into the past? But then, if Hayley can see the past, then why is she seeing only the deaths of their loved ones?
That's when Harry felt something enter his mind, causing him to forget where he was sitting, what he was eating and even who he was..
'I just need some air- just need to take a walk or something - take a breath of fresh air.'
Harry leaned forward, coughing from his eggs, and spitting them up into his napkin.
"Harry - Harry you alright?" asked Hermione leaning forward and patting him on the back.
"She's outside!" he gasped through coughs.
"What!" asked Hermione leaning closer to his mouth.
Harry leaned back from Hermione's grip. He stood up so fast he thought he would start coughing more if he hadn't of spit out his eggs seconds before.
"Harry what's wrong!" yelled Ron, who had stood up right behind him, and trying to hold him in place.
"She's outside!" he choked again through coughs, trying to move past Ron.
"Whose outside!" said Ron, in a sort of panicky voice.
"Hayley!"
"What? No, she's not. She's in the Common Room," said Hermione from across the table.
"Harry why do you think she's outside?" asked Ron turning away from Hermione and looking back at Harry.
"BECAUSE, I CAN HEAR HER!"
Neither Ron nor Hermione held there place after that, they just shot after Harry as they watched him run for the doors leading down to the grounds.
Not even realizing that the whole time they were being watched.
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After ten minutes of being outside, Hayley was starting to feel the cold winter dangling the air around her.
Her feet were so numb now she barely could feel them. She still hadn't taken them out of the snow, and she found the numbing feeling to be a relaxing feeling.
She knew that Harry, Ron and Hermione would be returning to Common Room soon, and to find her absent from her bed was probably not a morning routine Hayley was willing to deal with right now.
She smiled to herself as she remembered Ron's face. She had a very giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and the explanation of it she couldn't find.
She felt like laughing, like twirling around in the middle of the snow. Just to forget about everything surrounding her.
Her scar kept stinging slightly, but she hardly noticed through her giddy feeling - her happy feeling.
She could hear a voice in her head, a cheerful voice, a voice that didn't belong to her, a voice of an intruder.
'Come to me, my child.'
Hayley laughed at the voice, she felt the smile spread across her face as she felt her body lift itself off the cold stone she had been parching on.
'Follow my voice, do not be afraid.'
Hayley didn't pay any attention to where her feet were leading her. She kept laughing, picturing Ron's face as she walk through the thick snow. Feeling the cold material spread across her legs. Feeling the wind whip through her night dress, but still she just kept laughing.
'That's right, child, keep following my voice, there you shall find gifts, presents and joy, come to me, child.'
Hayley felt her body start to turn. That's when her eyes met the lakes gaze once again. The now rising sun glistening off its shallow frame.
'That's right a nice swim dear, can you almost feel the warm water running through your hair. Follow me.'
"I am," replied Hayley into the silenced grounds around her. She kept her gaze on the lake, a now longing feeling to follow the lakes path more then the voice.
'Your almost there, can you almost see yourself diving in, feeling the water running through you? Inhaling it into your lungs?'
Hayley didn't realize how far the walk would have been, her eyes being her only guide, she kept walking. Ignoring the now painful burn, stinging on her forehead.
"HAYLEY!"
She heard the voice in the back of her mind, but she couldn't stop walking. Her mind was made up, she wanted the lake.
"HAYLEY, STOP!"
The voice sounded like an echo through her mind. She couldn't stop, the smile spread once more onto her face as she was only seven steps away from the lake.
'Don't listen to them, they are trying to deprive you of the water, you want the water right child?'
"I do," she said.
'That's right you do, your almost there, keep following my voice dear, can you almost feel the water through your body, entering your chest depriving you of air, you want it.'
"HAYLEY, STOP!"
Hayley didn't stop...she was only five steps away. From the water running through her body. Away from her want she needed the water; she felt she couldn't breathe without it.
"HARRY, SHES BEING POSSESSED YOU HAVE TO STOP HER BEFORE SHE DROWNS HERSELF!"
'Don't listen to them child, they are only stopping you, come to me, follow my voice, your safe with me.'
"HAYLEY WAKE UP!"
Only four steps away.
'Almost there dear come closer to me jump in, feel the water surround you.'
Only three more steps.
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Harry was running so hard he felt his chest squall up with the tightness of his breath.
He had to stop her, if she kept walking she was going to drowned herself, or die from the intense shear of the cold water.
"HAYLEY PLEASE!" he heard Hermione scream several feet behind him.
They had been to far away when they had reached the outside, she was only two steps away from diving in and Harry was several feet away from her. He wouldn't make it in time from grabbing her away.
He pushed his feet harder, begging them to go faster.
She was only one more step.
He was almost there, he needed to keep running; he couldn't let her jump in. This wasn't her, she had a glint her eye that told Harry it wasn't his mother eyes he was seeing. They were something of pure evil.
Right as Hayley's feet left the ground Harry's hands seized her around the waist and slammed her into the ground.
He heard her head hit the ground so hard he knew whatever had happened to her, whatever had caused her to almost walk herself to death, was gone now.
Harry could no longer see the glint in her eyes, he could no longer see the sign that she was under someone else's control, he could see himself staring back at her.
"Harry," she whispered.
"Hayley, are you all right?" panted Hermione from behind them.
Harry rolled off her, knowing his weight lying on her chest was probably not the best way for her to catch her breath again.
Hayley didn't move, she only laid were she had fallen, her eyes blinking rapidly at how hard her head had come into contact with the ground.
Harry knew she couldn't walk on her own so taking action he bent over and slipped his arm between her waist as he helped her to her feet.
Ron, seeing this, walked forward also as he took her other arm and placed it over his shoulder to balance her out.
Hayley must have hit the ground pretty hard, because when Harry had let go of her for a mere second she nearly lost her balance again almost causing her to fall into Ron.
"Harry her skin is bright red," said Ron glancing down to her feet, which had been standing in the snow for almost twenty minutes now without any cover.
"I know that Ron!" hissed Harry, trying to get Hayley to start walking.
She couldn't, she nearly fell right out of Harry and Ron's grips and would have fallen straight to the ground.
Luckily Harry had caught her in time, and blaming himself for how hard he had pushed her away from the waters edge, he leaned down and picked her up. Right as Hayley's body left the ground, she passed out completely.
Hermione held her head in place so it wasn't swaying from side to side and to keep it in place.
"She must have a concussion we have to get her to the hospital wing," said Hermione.
"No," croaked out Harry. "We'll just put her to bed, and then go get the nurse."
"Harry she needs bed rest and potions."
"I don't want her in the hospital wing Hermione," he lifted her higher into his arms so he wouldn't drop her as he continued to walk back up the slopes.
"Harry Madame Pomfrey -"
"I want her near me, I don't want her alone so something like this can happen again."
He was glad Hermione didn't bring it up anymore. He couldn't talk let alone carrying the weight of Hayley in his arms.
Once they reached the doors to the Great Hall, he lifted Hayley higher into his arms. Knowing he'd be the one carrying her up the steps leading to there Common Room.
Ron had to help twice, since Harry almost dropped her on the second level and then again on the fifth.
Once they reached the Portrait he heard Hermione mumble the password, and ask if the Fat Lady would go get Madam Pomfrey. Harry could tell Hermione was debating this over the way she had looked at him when she had been talking.
The Fat Lady had opened up to them before rushing off down to the third floor where the nurses head quarters lay. Harry didn't realize why the Fat Lady had given Hayley a look of most horror, but then glancing down he saw why.
"Hermione, she's bleeding!"
They rushed inside the Common Room. Ron pushing aside the students that had jumped up at the scene before them.
Hermione held the door open for them as Harry carried Hayley back up towards her bed. He was thankful that there was no slide this time to stop them, but maybe that was just because Hermione was here.
Harry laid Hayley gently on her bed, sighing with relief as he felt his arms get some feeling back into his muscles.
"Why did we leave her alone?"
"Harry its not your fault," said Hermione walking up behind him.
"Hermione if I hadn't of heard her, then she could be dead right now."
"How did you hear her thoughts?" asked Hermione, jumping to the conclusion right away.
"I dunno - I was just eating and all of the sudden I could hear her."
"Look Harry, I don't want to talk in here, not with her sleeping, lets go down into the Common Room."
"I'm not leaving her for something more to happen!"
"Nothing will happen, this room is completely safe okay, besides we'll be right back up here again when Madame Pomfrey arrives."
Harry knew it would probably be best if they left Hayley to sleep. To clear her mind over what had just happened, he would ask the nurse to give her a memory draught.
They slowly made there way back down to the Common Room, Harry trying to ignore all the frantic 'what happened to Hayley,' ringing through the air.
Hermione pulled them into a silenced corner, away from hushed ears, and peeking eyes.
"Hermione do you think it was Voldemort?"
"Do I think what was Voldemort?"
"Whatever caused her to keep walking to the lake, whatever it was that I saw in her eyes."
"Well - it's a possibility, but if you can hear her thoughts why couldn't you hear her?"
"I - dunno."
"Maybe it was because those weren't her thoughts, Harry they were Voldemorts - controlling her in a way."
Harry glanced back up towards the clock. It wasn't even ten yet, and this had already happened. Thanking Merlin today was Saturday he leaned up against the wall.
"Hey guys," said Ron, standing over a few feet away from them looking up to where the head board stood. Harry didn't even notice he had walked away from them.
"I know something that will cheer you up," he said his face turning away from the board and back over toward Hermione and Harry's annoyed faces.
"What," they both said in unison.
"There's a Hogsmeade trip next weekend."
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I'm sorry if this chapter is not what you all hoped it to be.
I had a horrible weekend. But anyway there's no time for excuses.
No I didn't get time to go back and re-do most of my chapters, one of the reasons I was so busy this week. So that will be happening this upcoming week, sorry for the mistakes.
Also I'd like to thank my new beta, Gollum Forever, for doing this for me! And also thanks to the reviews!
New updates either Saturday or Sunday!
