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Rating: PG
"Famous Harry Potter, hero to all small children, adults, everyone! Everyone, but me," Sheridan spat, advancing upon Amy and Harry. Instinctively, Harry drew his wand and trained it upon the girl. "Do you really think that thing is going to save you from harm? After what you've done?" The girl said scathingly, her teeth gritted.
"I've done nothing!" Harry retorted, holding his wand steady. Was she out of her mind! Harry took a glance to his side and watched as Amy stood awestruck, her mouth agape.
"You left me to die."
Harry tilted his head to the right and took a small step backwards. He'd only seen the girl once, down at the Track course, where he had found Amy, Fate. After they'd fought off the death-eaters, he recalled speaking to her briefly, but that was it. He hadn't seen her since. When had he left her to die? Sheridan waved her hand, as if to shoo away Harry's confusion. Then, several mirror-like images of the girl appeared, encircling him and Amy. This retrieved Amy from her trance and plunged her back into reality- or, rather, to her, fantasy.
"Sheridan, we didn't notice you disappeared," Amy said calmly, staring evenly back into the original Sheridan's eyes. "Stop this." The girl opposite of the pair laughed harshly and then struck. Sheridan slowly snaked her hands around Harry's neck, subtly squeezing tighter, harder. Harry tried to pry her fingers away, tried to shove her off. Amy then shoved the girl away and off of him, her blonde hair slowly slipping out of its ponytail. Sheridan fell on the dirt-ridden ground, offense written across her face. Her mirror images then swept in around Amy, hiding the original. The copies spun around Amy, confusing her. To her right, Amy caught a glimpse of red light ricocheting of a tree trunk. She spun around, and charged through the wall of copies. However, she did not come into contact with them or anything at all for that matter. Nothing. Slowly, she spiraled downwards in a tunnel of light, before landing with a light thud upon a patch of soft grass.
Amy quickly got to her feet, her gaze flying in every direction. Where was she?
"Harry!" The girl yelled frantically, over and over again. Finally, her chords became hoarse, and she could say no more. Then, in the distance, a young boy with tousled black hair appeared, striding in her direction. Amy immediately ran up to him and shook him madly. "Where are we? Where is she?"
"Who on earth are you speaking of?" Harry asked, tilting his head as he smiled brightly.
"Sheridan! She had us…She began choking you she-"
"No, no, silly. Sheridan helped us, saved us. She took us to our Master; she helped."
"NO!"
"Yes."
Amy trembled as she stood there, confusion drowning her logical thoughts. Harry grasped her forearm and began leading her to where she had come from.
"Come, I'll take you to our Master. Yes, you'll see. Voldemort," The boy said serenely, tugging gently at Amy's arm. The girl watched him analytically and tugged back, refusing to step any further. Harry's grip tightened, his smile foreign to her eyes.
"You're not Harry," Amy said angrily, releasing herself from his grip. Harry instantaneously grabbed onto her again, much more forcefully this time.
"Come along. We need to see Master," He said sweetly, as if sugar were glazing his bitter words. Amy glared at him hotly, a strange fire lighting in her eyes-
"LET HER GO!" Harry shouted as he tackled Sheridan, releasing Amy from the girl's grip. The blonde tumbled to the ground, her head cracking against the earth. Large, hazel eyes popped open in surprise, confusion. The girl scrambled to her feet and watched as Harry attempted to restrain Sheridan. Amy glanced everywhere, begging for some sort of makeshift weapon- a stick, a revolver, a- Wand. In all the commotion Harry had dropped his wand. The girl quickly grasped it and yelled quite triumphantly, "STUPEFY!" All was still. No jet of red light came shooting from the tip and Sheridan was not unconscious.
"STUPEFY! STU-PE-FY!" Amy shrieked. Once again, nothing happened. Anger coursed in Amy's veins, boiling her blood beyond that of humanly measures. She screamed; poison, anger, pain, confusion, and madness engulfed her. The struggle between Harry and Sheridan then halted. Harry's eyes were as large as saucers; he was staring at Amy's feet in disbelief. There, pouring from beneath her was a black, soft liquid. It bubbled and simmered as it spilled from beneath Amy's feet, sliding slowly across the terrain, and around Sheridan. The darkness then began to pour over the pinned girl, encasing first her legs, then her lower torso. Harry gasped in shock and stumbled backwards, putting as much space between him and the liquid as possible.
The darkness slowly crept over Sheridan's body, slithering about her every limb and contour, painting her as if a canvas. Sheridan didn't struggle, however; she had slipped into a rigid state of shock. Amy glanced down and fell back, her mouth forming a sharp 'O.' Harry wildly exchanged glances with Amy.
"Call it off!" Harry commanded.
"I can't! I don't know- I don't think…She attacked me!" Amy stuttered, her pride dripping from her last words. Harry's glare intensified. "I seriously don't know how," Amy muttered quietly, defensively. The boy shook his head vigorously. The oil-like darkness soon consumed Sheridan whole. Then, to worsen the matter, the darkness sank into the earth. Where Sheridan had been lying, covered in darkness was now merely a shadow of her form. Amy's eyes grew wide and she threw herself protectively backwards, scooting rapidly into the base of a tree.
"I didn't- I didn't mean to…" She said defensively, honesty filling her tones. Harry watched her attentively and then nodded. He then rose to his feet and offered her his hand.
"We have to tell Dumbledore," He said, realizing in surprise that he sounded like Hermione. Amy shook her head violently but took his hand. He helped her up and then released her hand. "Come on."
"I'm a murderer," Amy whispered faintly as she wobbled to the right, sprawling against a tree trunk. She grasped it for support and her legs gave out. Harry walked slowly to her side and sat.
"So am I," He replied softly.
"Haven't seen Harry, have you?" Ron's asked Lexi and Erin, who promptly answered him with a sigh and a nod.
"Good luck talking to him," Lexi said, "He's gone into his 'Rebellious/Misunderstood' stage."
"Dyed his hair green," Erin added absentmindedly. Ron's eyes grew in surprise.
"Merlin! Are you serious?" He queried, watching them with curious eyes.
"Yes," Lexi replied. Ron nodded and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
"Wonder what's gotten into him…Not that I'm too surprised about his hair. He's been somewhat of a git as of late. Ever since Sirius croaked…" The red-head rambled, his eyes distant. He then picked up a stone and skipped it across the lake. "Where'd you last see him?" Lexi walked to Ron's side and slowly turned his head in the direction of the forest. "Oh," Ron said simply. "Well, I suppose I'd better go after him. The prat's probably going to run into Voldemort or something," The boy said with a sigh, trudging away quickly towards the forest.
"I'm going with him," Lexi announced, dusting her pants off and racing towards him.
"Why, no! I do not wish to go off into a forest filled with angsty teenage boys," Erin said loudly to no one at all.
Rain poured down relentlessly, slipping between the limbs of the pine tree and dripping off the needles. Amy was soaked to the bone; the green dye in Harry's hair was slowly washing out. Yet, neither of them moved. They simply exchanged glances every few moments, words impossible to reach. Their silence held them tightly; neither of them could think of anything fitting to say. Amy shivered, her teeth chattering audibly.
"Do you still have faith?" Harry questioned, his tone hollow. Drips of green streaked his face.
"Yes," Amy replied, her blonde hair clinging to her wet face.
"In me?"
"Yes."
"In yourself?"
"I haven't decided."
"Oh," Harry said, his dark eyes meeting the girl's for a fleeting second.
"I have now," She replied, looking up into the tree branches. As if on cue, a rain drops fell onto her eyelashes. A small laugh escaped her lips. "Because life is too beautiful to not believe in."
"Then you know nothing," Harry retorted harshly, "Life is ugly."
"Is it?" Amy rose from where she had been sitting and walked past Harry, out into the open rain. There, she tilted her head back and smiled solemnly. "It is not life that is ugly; it's the evil in minds and the cold in hearts. That is ugly."
"You sound like Professor Trelawney. I'm sure you've read my evil thoughts about her," Harry spat, pushing past Amy and walking hurriedly out of the forest. "You tell Dumbledore." He called icily.
"Amy!" Lexi shrieked, bounding over to her and then smacking her upside the head. "Where have you been?" She demanded, before peering over Amy's shoulder. "Where's Harry?"
"Sulking," She replied, rubbing the place where Lexi had hit her with her hand. "That hurt you know."
"Again?" Lexi sighed pitifully and then said calmly, "You'll get over it, and so will he." Amy peered at Lexi oddly, unable to speak. Her friend rolled her eyes and draped an arm over her shoulders. "I'm not stupid."
"But-"
"No Buts."
"Fine."
"Come on, Ron's waiting," Lexi urged her friend towards the edge of the forest.
"You look like death, mate," Ron commented . Amy whipped her wet hair in his direction as a reply.
"Lexi, I have to go speak with Dumbledore," Amy then whispered sorrowfully.
"Well, let's go, then," Ron said, glancing over to Lexi for a reply.
"No, I'm going alone," Amy said quickly; she shrugged off Lexi's arm and hurried towards the castle.
"What's gotten into her?" Ron queried, giving a sideways glance towards Lexi. She shrugged. She never really knew what was going on in that girl's mind. Usually it was filled with intricate conspiracy theories and rants about how 'chat-speak' was "…vandalism of the English language!" which, she didn't quite care for. But right now, she was clueless. Lexi shivered, the cold setting into her bones. Ron removed his winter cap and offered it to Lexi. She gladly accepted it and pulled it down over her wild mane of brown hair. It fell past her eyebrows.
"I just reckon Harry's spreading a parasite of some sort." He laughed. His ears then turned bright red; for, Lexi had clung to his arm and was now leaning against him. Ron blushed fiercely, putting his own flame-colored hair to shame. "That cap fits you well," He said softly, hesitantly.
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