Chapter 19

Things aren't right

Again just a short one to link from the previous chapter

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January was a cold and depressing month. The Christmas excitement was quickly replaced with the reminder of exams in a few months. By the middle of the month the students felt they had never had a break or were ever going to get another one due to the amount of homework the teacher's were dishing out.

"It's mental" Ron said one night in the common room. "The teachers must be having a competition among themselves, what teacher can give the most homework"

Hermione laughed. For once even she was feeling a little strain but she was also doing more subjects that the boys were.

Harry felt his head was going to explode with all the incantations, spells and potions he had to remember for his exams, but he was also having problems that he hadn't told his friends about. His headaches were getting more frequent and the back of his neck ached. He had also started to play with his chain; which he hadn't taken it off since he got it. Whenever he felt restless or had started to think about Cho he would play with the pendant as a comfort item, it made him feel more relaxed when his headaches started.

He wasn't feeling right but he knew that it was more that just a head cold this time but he didn't want to disturb or worry anyone. He suddenly felt warm and claustrophobic; grabbing his Dad's invisibility cloak he headed outside into the cool night air.

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He started to walk around the grounds, the coldness making him shiver. He tried to think back over the past few months to see if there was any reason for the headaches, the dizzy feeling, and the change he felt in his magic, which had really started to worry him. He remembered Ron saying that when Harry had seen Voldermort in his dreams his scar had bled. He couldn't ever remember it bleeding before but then Voldermort wasn't back compared to now.

Harry sat down on a rock near the lake, took out his chain and laced it through his fingers on his left hand; he looked at his new scar on his other arm.

"Could that be the reason?" he thought. "I brought Voldermort back with my blood and now he's draining me of my magic. I'm dying and Voldermort is just laughing at me, biding his time"

Reaching into his pocket he brought out his wand, it felt like a piece of wood. Usually, when he held his wand, there was a surge of energy flowing through his arm, like the first day in Ollivander's Wand shop but over the past few months that energy had started to feel weaker but tonight as he held his wand he felt nothing. Panicking slightly he released his chain and placed the wand into his left hand and shook his right arm to see if that would help but it didn't. He even thought that his wand had got damaged and maybe he needed to send it to Ollivander to have it fixed but he had never heard of anyone doing that. He was fooling himself he knew the wand was fine, it was him that wasn't.

He had spent the whole day with Cho. They had studied together, walked together and a fin filled afternoon. Harry had felt his scar twinge a couple of times but he ignored it. He even made up a story about his wand, looking out of shape and she confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it and that he didn't need to send the wand to Diagon Alley. Harry just agreed and laughed pretended he was seeing things, but he didn't tell her or anyone about the way he felt or his worries about his magic.

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Returning to the castle Harry crept up to bed. Ron pretended to be asleep when Harry arrived into the dormitory. He waited up for his friend to return because he was worried. Harry was getting very subdued and Ron noticed that Harry was keeping things to himself. Glad that Harry was now in the room Ron turned over and fell asleep.

Harry had just pulled on his pyjamas when a sudden dizziness overcame him. He groaned and closed his eyes hoping that it would ease the dizziness and sick feeling he felt. His breathing finally steadied and Harry nodded off.

"Lucius" Harry called. "Have you seen the girl recently?"

"Yes my Lord" Lucius Malfoy answered. "Things are going well; the boy is growing weaker by the day"

"Good, I will not accept any slip ups this time. I've been waiting too long for my revenge and its time we finally got what we deserve."

"It's only a matter of time my Lord, the boy will be dead before we know it"

The more Voldermort laughed the worse the pain got and it wasn't long before droplets of blood seeped from Harry's scar. Harry woke with a start and climbing out of bed he went to the bathroom mirror and checked his scar. The bleeding had stopped just as quickly as it had started. He dabbed cold water on to his forehead to ease the pain and he returned to be remembering to clear his mind, he had had enough of Voldermort for one night.

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End of chapter