Harry felt his head pounding, his scar burning, his body trembling. He didn't want to open his eyes, or his mind. He felt a minty breath flow over him. He slowly opened his eyes and let the light blur his vision. Eventually he made out the plump figure of Madam Pomfrey. She didn't smile, as she usually did, but she scowled at him.

"I know you had a thing for being the centre of attention and that you liked getting yourself into mischief, but I'd never…of all my time in Hogwarts…" she mumbled, hurrying away to another patient in a bed. Harry tried to sit up but couldn't. He heard voices round a bed, and he saw some slick, blonde hair…

Malfoy.

Harry gasped; what had happened? Why were he and Malfoy in the Hospital Wing? Maybe…maybe Malfoy had tried to curse Harry…but he cursed him back! Yes, that had to be it…

He saw some red, scarlet fluffy stuff when he opened his eyes, and little dots scattered round. But it was rounded. A football? No, it couldn't be that…RON! He opened his eyes properly and saw his best friend by his bedside. He smiled, but his smile seemed forced, and he looked almost disgusted by the sight of Harry.

"All right mate?" he said, trying to be cheerful. Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, where's Hermione?" Harry asked, his eyes doing a quick scan. He heard a movement on the other side of his bed.

"I'm here," he heard her say. Her voice was flat, but when he looked at her, she too tried her best to smile. Harry was shocked.

"Hermione! Your face! What happened?" he gabbled, there was a deep red mark on her left cheek, and a small but deep cut. Ron frowned and shook his head.

"You don't know," he said sadly.

"What don't I know?" he asked curiously. Hermione looked like she was going to cry.

"Oh Harry!" she said. He started to get angry, why were they hiding everything from him?

"Just tell me what's going on!" he shouted. Madam Pomfrey scowled at him from where she was standing but remained by Malfoy's side. Hermione looked at him, but said nothing. Ron's ears went red.

"You hit Hermione," he mumbled. There was a silence. Harry looked at his hand, then at the mark on Hermione's face.

"No," he said.

"Mate, you did!" Ron said, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"I can't have done! If I did, it was an accident, I wouldn't just hit her! I couldn't!" he gabbled quickly. Hermione blushed, but then smiled, it was slightly warmer than the previous one, but the fakeness was still there.

"I know it was an accident Harry," she whispered, she reached out and ruffled his hair matily, then looked horrified with herself and shoved her hand into her pocket. Harry looked at Ron, who was staring at Malfoy, with a look of almost sympathy in his eyes.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked quietly. Both Hermione and Ron looked at each other, obviously deciding which one would tell him. Ron was so red he looked like a spotty tomato, and Hermione started tying back her bushy hair.

"What did I do?" Harry asked, even more quietly. Ron sighed and Hermione paused, her hand half way through her hair.

Neither of them said anything.

"TELL ME!" Harry roared, though his throat was closing up and it ached to swallow.

Hermione shrunk away, and Ron scraped his chair back and stood up.

"Hermione, I think you should tell him, you're better at stuff like this, and anyway I would probably get it wrong, oh god, is that the time, I really must be going, Gryffindor Quidditch practice, see you," he gabbled, he ran out of the room. Hermione gulped, and then looked at Harry.

"OK, I will tell you," she said, Harry felt his stomach tighten, he suddenly didn't want to know, "Malfoy was making fun of you, and was saying stuff about Professor Trelawney," she started, Harry nodded.

"Yes, I remember that," he spat coldly. Hermione looked surprised.

"Oh! Well, yes and then he said stuff about your parents, do you remember that? You don't? Well, yes he said stuff about your parents, and you got angry, you got your wand out and threatened him, I begged you to stop but you didn't,"

"And then I hit you?" Harry prompted, Hermione nodded.

"Yes, I didn't go unconscious though, otherwise I couldn't tell you the rest, he stood there for a while taunting you then I stood up, just as he said something that made you go mad," she said, her voice suddenly cracked and a tear dribbled down her face.

"What did he say?"

"He said 'You take after V-Voldermort, maybe I will hail you next'," she whispered, trembling at Voldermort name. Harry scowled and swore in the direction of Malfoy. Hermione continued to let the tears roll down her.

"Then, then you c-cursed him," she whispered. Harry pricked his ears up.

"What curse did I use?" he asked.

"I-I can't s-say!" Hermione sobbed.

"Hermione, TELL me," he said sternly. She closed her eyes.

"Avada Kedrava," she whispered, she wailed loudly and buried her head in her arms. Harry couldn't breathe. He had used a killing curse, he had tried to kill Malfoy, the flash of green light, he could've been a murderer, he could've been sent to Azkaban.

"Avada Kedrava?" he repeated, trembling. Hermione looked up through her tear stained face and nodded.

"You mean, he's d-dead?" he asked, he had never felt so awful, this was even worse than when Sirius had died, because this time, he would be the one doing the killing.

"No, but he almost did die," she whispered. Harry felt like a ten tonne weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Why didn't he die?" he asked. Hermione rubbed her head with her hand.

"Because you didn't have enough power, if you were a year older, you would have killed him instantly," she mumbled. He could see why Ron hadn't wanted to tell him all this.

"How is he?" he asked, keeping his eyes away from Hermione.

"Not good, he hasn't even moved since they bought him in here, even more pale than usual, and his heart isn't going too fast. Madam Pomfrey said that if he had been bought in any later, she'd have been as well as to bury him straight away,"

"Hermione, why was I like that?" Harry asked, not aware of the fact that he was crying as much as Hermione, but silently.

"I don't know, but you really scared me, and now, now, oh Harry, how could you be so stupid?" she sobbed, she jumped up and ran from the room, leaving Harry alone, to lie in his bed, crying.

The thoughts swam in his head about Malfoy and Hermione, and Ron and Malfoy, and him, and Voldermort, and his parents. He felt so ashamed. He had used the same curse on someone that had killed his parents; he fingered his lightening bolt shaped scar. Madam Pomfrey rushed over and shoved a bottle into his hands.

"Drink it all, I don't particularly want you to live but I don't want to go to Azkaban either," she muttered. She closed the curtains around his bed and he heard her shuffling away.

He quickly drank the liquid; it was like drinking a bowl of washing up liquid. He shuddered but instantly felt himself falling asleep.

Not all possessed victims realise they are being possessed, they have a hunch but they don't believe it, this is called Rejection Possession…

Where had he heard it before? He hadn't heard it had he? There was no voice going with it, only as his own as his mind rambled through it, over and over again…

She was screaming, and there was laughter, manic laughter…the dream changed… his pointing something, and again there was manic laughter…the dream changed…he muttered some words, and saw her fall to the ground. There was manic laughter.

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