Ch.9 - Who Are You?

"I wonder what Snape'll do to them. 'Cause, we don't know if he even wanted to be found." wondered Ron aloud. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had set up Hermione's laptop and speakers in the Library. They were working on some of their schoolwork, while listening to Snapes song.

"Yeah, me too. I wonder if he'll accept Sirius' apology and come back." Harry agreed. Hermione wasn't paying attention to the two boys, lost in her thoughts. Something just didn't feel right with her. Ron noticed and Harry noticed.

"What's wrong Hemione?" asked Ron.

"Well… I don't really know. Something just seems off a bit." She replied. Both boys nodded. They too, felt that something was off. All three of them so lost in their thoughts, they jumped when they heard the floo system, and...a voice.

"Um… Hello?" the voice called out, timidly. Harry, Hermione and Ron were at their feet in an instant, wands at the ready.

"Anyone home?!" the voice shouted into the silent house. The trio tensed. They heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the voice was closer, muttering to itself.

"Where the hell are they? He said that they would be here. But are they? Noooo.. God I'm so going to bite him for this." It said angrily. The trio crept quietly to the door and looked out. They saw a girl in her early twenties. We was wearing tight blue jeans and a black shirt that said something, but they couldn't read it. They noticed her soft features and light blues eyes, and she passed the Library, and headed to a room down the hall.

"Serpensortia." Harry whispered. He quietly hissed instructions to the snake, ad it slithered towards her. She turned around just as it was getting ready to strike, and started to frantically speak in parseltounge.

Harry exchanged looks with Ron and Hermione. The only other person they knew that could speak to snakes, was You-Know-Who.

"But my scar! It doesn't hurt!" Harry whispered.

"It must be some spell he's found. And that must be his disguise! That does not, in anyway look like Voldemort!" Ron whispered fiercely. Harry and Hermione nodded in an agreement. Harry moved closer to the girl, with the now calmed snake.

"What do you think you are doing here, Tom?" he whispered in parseltounge.

"Are you Harry?" she asked back, trying to catch her breath.

"Don't play stupid with me! You know who I am!" Harry said angrily.

"What the hell are you talking about? I was just sent here to-"

"To what? Kill me? I don't think so!" Harry muttered.

"Look, my name is Marissa. I'm 28 and I'm a witch. So would you please explain to me, what is going through your head?" Marissa huffed.

"Look, cut the crap. I know you're a Death Eater."

"A Death Eater? Are those the people who kill the other people, 'cause that Moldie guy tells them to, with those nasty tattoos?" she questioned.

"Well, if they are, then I'm not one of them. See?" she showed her unmarked forearm, clearly visible in her short sleeve shirt.

"Concealment charm. We're not that stupid." Hermione said, coming out of her hiding place, Ron right behind her.

"Oh, thank God! I wondered weather or not you three were here or not."

"Why? So it'd be easier to kill us?"

"N-no.. what's with you guys?" she asked, confused.

"You are! Pertrifus Totalis!" Hermione screeched.

"C'mon, lets put her down in the dungeons. There're some chains down there we can use." Harry exclaimed as he led the way down. Ron and Hermione following, dragging a panicking Marissa behind.

TBC…

A/N: Sorry that it took so long to up date. But I've had some finals that I had to study for. So I should be posting more on my stories really soon! Please don't kill me for not updating sooner!