Hello! I really want some reviews here! Anyway, here is the next chapter to Possessed….
Sirius simply stared at Harry, but his face did not disappear from the flames. He did not frown, he did not look angered, and he simply stared.
"I should have known," he said quietly, "Your Dad was always a nosy git as well." He suddenly beamed and held his arms out of the flames. Harry scowled, and he felt tears stinging in his eyes.
"I hate you!" he shouted, with burning loathing in his stomach, "I thought you were dead! And yet, here you are now, and you are plotting to kill my friends! You are plotting to curse me!" Sirius looked as though he had expected this. Sirius sighed, his hair not as tousled as it used to be, and his face plumper and more alive.
"Harry, I did almost die. I do not know how I survived, but someone helped me, Harry. Someone, who I never thought would…"
"Voldermort?" asked Harry suddenly, aware that his voice was extremely loud, but not bothering to lower it. Sirius smiled again.
"No, Harry! Not Voldermort! I suppose you probably won't believe me but I am against Voldermort," Harry snorted with disbelief.
"Yeah, and all Professor Trelawney's predictions are true!" Harry said sarcastically. Sirius chuckled with laughter.
"Harry, believe your Godfather!" he ordered. Harry stared incredulously.
"Believe you? After what I have just heard? Sirius, I used to worship the ground you walked on, but you've just talked about cursing me for God's sake!"
"Harry, you have to listen, and if you choose not to believe me after, that is your choice." Sirius said calmly. Harry hesitated, but then sat down where Dumbledore had done.
"OK, I am listening, but if I don't believe any of this, I am telling Dumble…" he stopped. He had always relied on Dumbledore to be there, but he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore wouldn't be there this time. Sirius was smiling sympathetically.
"OK, now. I guess you have noticed that Dumbledore has been acting strange?" started Sirius, Harry nodded, and was about to start ranting about Dumbledore's strange behaviour, but Sirius continued, "Well, the fact is Harry; this is through no fault of his own!"
"Well, why is he acting like this? And why are you pretending that you are not on Voldermort's side-
"Harry! I am trying to explain!" said Sirius firmly, the smile vanishing from his face. Harry glared, his arms folded across his chest. "Thank you! Now, Dumbledore is obviously not doing this in a true form, don't interrupt me!" he said to Harry, "Yes, he is not in his true form. I suppose you could say that he is being, well, possessed!" finished Sirius simply. Harry laughed.
"Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time, how could he possibly be being possessed?" he grinned. Sirius, to Harry's bewilderment, was shaking his head sadly.
"He WAS the greatest wizard of all time! Dumbledore is old Harry, surely you can see that?" Sirius said softly, Harry looked down. "After the event at the Ministry last year, Dumbledore was weakened considerably by the events. They shook him up, and he was then at his most vulnerable."
"So…" said Harry, catching on to what Sirius was saying, "Someone knew that Dumbledore was weak, and they chose him to be attacked then, well, not attacked exactly…" he finished lamely.
"Exactly." Sirius said. Harry shook his head, suddenly frowning.
"But why should I believe you!" demanded Harry. Sirius smiled, and sighed.
"You probably won't want to, but I advise you to believe me. It is for your benefit. Anyway, as I was saying, Dumbledore was approached at a time when he was weak, and least likely to respond to any from of cursing or hexing. Therefore, the curse was powerful. Too powerful. He has become obsessed by the Dark Arts, and because of this the Order has decided to try and help-
"I didn't think the Order would still carry on, what with Arthur being killed and everything-
"Ah, Harry!" said Sirius, his face full of sudden sorrow, "The fact that Arthur is dead has only strengthened the Order. Nothing can defeat us. Since Dumbledore was such a key part of the Order, we feel that desperate times call for desperate measures. I am sure that this seems a little unorthodox to you at the moment, Harry, but it is simply the most effective way to get root information and get Dumbledore back at the same time!" finished Sirius. Harry took in all the information.
"I don't see why you have to pretend to be like this though," said Harry slowly.
"I was once feared Harry, so I could be feared again. I am guessing you heard the 'plans' of which I spoke with Professor Dumbledore?" he continued, he raked back his hair. Harry nodded.
"Including the ones where I was to be cursed and Hermione was also to be cursed in front of the whole school," Harry spat viciously. Sirius smiled weakly.
"Yes, I didn't think you'd like that part. We needed something that would perhaps draw Dumbledore and the Possessor closer towards us, power in numbers you see. That is why we need you on the Platform in the Hall, we need to knock the curse out of Dumbledore. But, as the curse is no doubt strong, we need several people to use the spell at once!" explained Sirius.
"So that will be Lupin, you, me and who else?" said Harry, counting along on his fingers as he went.
"Well, Hermione will be on the stage by that time, and we are hoping Professor McGonagall will help as well. You can never be more prepared."
"What about Tonks?" Harry asked. Sirius jumped as though the fire had suddenly pierced through his skin. Harry was surprised. "What's up?"
"Harry, don't you know?" he asked in an awed voice. Harry was confused, he got slightly annoyed.
"What don't I know?" he shouted.
"Harry, Tonks was arrested for plotting against the Ministry!" he said. Harry was numbed. Tonks had always been the bright haired, bushy tailed, humorous group member.
"She is in Azkaban?" he mumbled inquisitively. Sirius nodded.
"I don't know why they still bother with that place; the Dementor's have gone mad. Should set up a new prison. If I can escape, anyone can!" he muttered bitterly, he seemed to have forgotten Harry was there.
"Anyway," he set, drawing himself up, "I think that little army of people shall do for now!" said Sirius, a little less enthusiastically than before.
"Malfoy!" said Harry suddenly. Sirius looked panicked.
"Where?" he asked quickly. Harry shook his head.
"You said Malfoy was going to be on the platform," explained Harry. Sirius relaxed.
"Well Harry, Malfoy senior is a Death Eater. So we are trying to stop that running in the family."
"How are you going to manage that?" Harry asked sceptically. Sirius sighed again.
"Well, if pure encouragement to switch sides doesn't work, then I shall perform the Caltanean Charm. It will temporarily wash away all bad thoughts in his mind, and let our conversations get through more easily. We thought that the only way Malfoy is going to want to come onto the platform, is if we are planning to hurt a Muggle-born," said Sirius weakly. Harry was trying to take all of it in.
"Sirius, what I heard you saying…it really…y'know…shook me up," Harry said. Sirius looked heartened.
"I know Harry, and I am really sorry! But if we are ever to defeat Voldermort we need to have Dumbledore back. Now, what we need to do is-
There was a sudden loud creak and the door to the Slytherin Common Room burst open. Sirius looked momentarily stunned to silence, but he disappeared with a pop.
Harry looked over to the door, where he could see some white blonde hair shimmering in the reflected rays from the windows. Malfoy saw it was Harry straight away, and for the first time since Harry had known Malfoy, there was fear in his eyes. Harry went a fiery red and looked away. Malfoy seemed to be glued to the green carpet.
"Potter," he said. Harry was surprised to hear his voice was feeble and not as cold as it normally was.
"Malfoy," replied Harry, he turned his eyes back to Malfoy.
"You have some real cheek," Malfoy spat, hatred rising in his voice, "Waltzing in here like you own the place! Have you set up your new fan club yet? Or have you been too busy ruining my reputation?" Harry smirked.
"Be nice Malfoy, I wouldn't want to curse you again." Harry hadn't meant to say that, but the look on Malfoy's face was worth it. Malfoy glared after the panic on his face had gone.
"I'd like to see you try!" he threatened. Harry raised his eyebrows and grinned.
"Now wouldn't THAT be an interesting experiment!" he chortled. Malfoy looked as though he was going to punch Harry.
"Go on then Potter, although you couldn't even manage to kill me last time. Try the Cruciatus (sp?) curse and I doubt I will get so much as a nosebleed!" he mocked. Harry sat there.
"Not bad for my first time though was it? But I suppose you are the expert, you must have done it a thousand times before. Was it your Father who showed you how to do it properly, or was it Draco being a clever boy, and killing people by himself?" Harry said coolly. Malfoy scowled and drew out his wand. Harry jumped up and pulled out his own from his pyjama trousers. Malfoy stepped closer towards Harry, and Harry stepped closer towards Malfoy. Harry's wand was facing Malfoy's throat.
"You shouldn't have messed with me Potter," hissed Malfoy, "That was a big mistake."
"I thought that my big mistake was not doing the job properly," replied Harry. Malfoy stepped closer to Harry again, they were less than a foot away from each other.
"Maybe one day your brains will be bigger than your arrogance Potter. I doubt it though."
"So, you Mother Malfoy, I was meaning to ask her if she actually wanted to keep you, maybe it would get rid of that sorrowful sour face she always has. Is that because of you Malfoy? Or is it just her dirt of a husband?" smirked Harry. Malfoy suddenly raised his wand.
"CRUC-
"Protego!" said Harry lazily with a flick of his wand. Malfoy glared as Harry laughed.
"An illegal curse, that's quite big for you Malfoy," he mocked. Malfoy flicked his wand.
"IMPEDIMENTIA!" roared Malfoy. Harry felt a sharp pain sear through his chest as he was lifted off his feet. He crashed into the wall. Not letting this bother him, he immediately stood up again.
"Weak," he said, though his voice was shaking. Malfoy smirked.
"As if that didn't hurt! Let's try the Imperius curse!" Malfoy laughed. Harry snarled.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shouted. Malfoy's eyes widened as his arms smacked together, as did his legs. Harry smirked.
"See you in the morning Malfoy," he chuckled.
As he lay in his bed, he glanced at his watch. He gasped out loud, it was quarter to five in the morning, and he had only had two hours sleep. He stretched and got out of his new green curtained bed. He suddenly remembered Malfoy. He smirked to himself and went down the staircase. He saw Malfoy was just as he left him.
"Mornin'," he said calmly. He pointed his wand at Malfoy and performed the Counter Curse. Malfoy jumped up, and rubbed his neck. He pointed his wand at Harry.
"Never thought you'd be a person to back out of a Dual like that, Potter," he spat. Harry smirked.
"Come off it Malfoy, I need my sleep," he said. The light that poured through the open windows illuminated Malfoy's milky white face.
"You'll love the Hospital Wing then, plenty of rest in there."
"Yeah, you'll know all about that wouldn't you!" Harry said, with a fake smile on his face. Malfoy smiled back.
"Course I would, I was thinking about sharing that pleasure with you."
"Not if I can help it!" Harry spat, hatred suddenly in his voice.
"CRUCIO!" Malfoy roared. Harry dropped his wand, as unbearable pain shot through his body, passing through every vein, every bone, and every muscle.
"Does it hurt Potter?" Malfoy jeered, as Harry groaned in pain. He circled round Harry very slowly. "Think of this as a little payback, I don't let people laugh at me. I don't let people curse me. You see Harry, now we are in the same House, we have to learn a little ground rules!" He increased the power of the curse, and Harry writhed and yelled in agony. "You tried to kill me Potter! I must say that's rather brave of you," Malfoy mocked, with emphasis on the brave, he made his curse more powerful. Harry yelled, tears of pain rolled down his cheeks. He heard a sudden crash, but in his pain, he couldn't look round.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry heard Hermione yell. The curse suddenly stopped, and he managed to look round at the scene. Hermione was pointing her wand at Malfoy's chest. Malfoy's wand was lying by his feet. He looked shocked.
"I should have known that some little Mudblood would come and save Potter," he spat maliciously. Hermione didn't flinch.
"Malfoy, your comments don't hurt me!" she said waspishly. Harry breathed heavily.
"'Mione," he mumbled. Hermione smiled and hurried over, she pointed her wand at Harry's glasses.
"Reparo," she whispered. Harry felt his glasses rest more comfortably on the bridge of his nose. Suddenly she jumped up and pointed her wand at Malfoy again; he was bending down to grab his wand.
"Accio Malfoy's wand!" she cried hastily, the wand flew towards Hermione, and she caught it triumphantly. Pointing her own at him, she smirked.
"Malfoy, one day you will get a life, but until that time, try not to make everyone else's a misery," she muttered. Malfoy snorted with laughter.
"I am so hurt by that Granger!" he mocked sarcastically. He suddenly lunged towards his wand, but Hermione reacted quickly.
"Diffindo Venatraseum!" she shouted. Malfoy stopped mid-lunge, and he glanced down in shock. His legs were shrinking and getting shorter. He opened his mouth to shout at Hermione in anger, but no sound came out. He toppled to the floor. Harry laughed weakly. Turning her wand onto Harry, Hermione whispered,
"Extriemsae." Harry instantly felt power return to him. He sat up and rubbed his head. He had a very bad headache.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled. Hermione beamed, and blushed. Harry walked towards her and wrapped his strong arms around her. Hermione flung her arms round his neck and started crying.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry asked startled. Hermione started punching him feebly, in between gasps and tears. Harry pushed her away gently.
"Y-you! It was y-y-your first n-night here and you have b-been so ST-STUPID! If I wasn't h-head girl you could have b-been d-dead by now!" Hermione wailed. Harry almost laughed.
"I would have been fine Hermione! It wasn't like I needed you to come!" he said, smiling. Hermione didn't return his cheerfulness.
"You don't even care Harry! I need you to be strong and not mess around with stupid curses! I want to know that when I wake up there isn't a fifty/fifty chance that you will be alive!" she sobbed. Harry frowned.
"You're not my Mother Hermione! What, you want me to not defend myself?" Harry shouted. Hermione shook her head.
"No, I just d-don't want you to b-be silly for n-no reason!" Hermione said, as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"Look Hermione, he drew out his wand first! Not me!" Harry shouted, Hermione flinched.
"But you preformed the first curse?" accused Hermione. Harry stopped.
"IT WAS SELF DEFENCE!" Harry roared. Hermione sobbed even louder, and wiped her eyes.
"Harry, d-don't do this to m-me!" she begged. Harry was bewildered.
"Do WHAT?" he demanded furiously. Hermione shook her head. "FOR GOODNESS SAKE HERMIONE! I MEAN, THANKS FOR SAVING MY LIFE, BUT CAN YOU SHOVE OFF NOW?" Harry yelled. Hermione squeaked, and ran out of the room.
He turned to Malfoy. He was obviously aware of the events that had just happened, but was not laughing or smiling. For reasons that Harry didn't know, Harry pointed his wand at Malfoy, and performed the Counter Curse. Malfoy watched as his legs grew back. He held out his hand.
"Welcome to Slytherin." Harry shook it.
Hello again! That was chapter 9 of Possessed. Please, please, please, please review! Don't worry, this is still going to be a Harry/Hermione fic! And Harry isn't suddenly going to be an evil person or something, everything will work out. Well. Maybe.