I found myself in Seiji's bed, which was empty. He must have felt me thinking about him, back in my own bed. I was missing him, and not sleeping so well because of it. I felt myself longing for him often, and so was relieved to be back in this place again. I had hoped that if I were here, he'd be back as well. I lay there, listening hard, and waiting for his approach, that never came. After lying on the bed for about half an hour, scared by the largeness of it, my tiring ears were finally rewarded, as they strained for a sound, for I heard voices, lots of them.
And so I did what I'd promised never to do. I got off the bed, and tiptoed out of the room, my feet following the sounds of voices, Seiji's being one of the one's I could identify. I finally came to the door behind which lay the room in which they were standing, and could now hear their voices more clearly, Art, Seiji, Lord Shinzaburo, and others. I put the tips of the fingers on my left hand to the door, and gently pushed. The door swung open, with a loud creak, and I saw horrors before my eyes.
Dead bodies.
Dead bodies on the floor, and blood everywhere. There was one person, floating in mid-air, blood flowing from his body, as new and fresh wounds appeared. The blood spurted out, and a flick of it hit my face, right across the bridge of my nose. The first thought in my head was that Seiji was dead, he had been killed. But when I looked clearly, and wiped the blood from my eyes, I could see that he wasn't dead. Far from it.
He was the one doing the killing.
He held the man in the air with his wand, and sliced at him with his Katana. I could've coped with that, I knew he was capable of killing people, he had done it before. But it was the look on his face that made it the worst. The look of enjoyment and sadistic pleasure that masked the face I knew and loved. And then he laughed, and it was cold and high pitched, as he struck one more deathly blow to the man, who then fell to the floor, in pieces. Blood exploded everywhere, and I was showered in it, little drops that finely covered me.
And then, for the first time in months, my voice finally worked. Without knowing it, I had opened my mouth, and begun to scream, a deep and painful sound, that reverberated around the room, causing those in it to turn and stare at me. Seiji hurried over, and put his hands on my arms, clamping them to my sides.
"Kara, what the fuck are you doing here?"
I tried to swallow the scream, but couldn't, an ended up choking on it, as the taste of another person's blood filled my mouth. I leant forwards and violently threw up, as I heard Lord Shinzaburo calling from behind me, "Now's your chance, boy. Now you can finally kill her. Get rid of her. NOW!"
Seiji looked at me, a pained expression on his face, as he did as his master ordered, and once again I screamed, as loud as I could, before feeling someone else's hand on my shoulder, pulling me back into Hogwarts.
I opened my eyes, and could barely see through a mixture of blood, sweat and tears. And I couldn't stop whimpering with fear, at all that I had seen. I heard a firm voice, "It's ok now, Miss Potter, we're going to get you to the hospital wing, and everything will be all right," I recognised the voice, but couldn't see Professor McGonagall anywhere. "Miss Weasely, can you help me get her to the hospital wing."
"Sure, professor."
They tried to lift me up, but the moment they touched me I started to scream even more. Eventually, the managed to get me up, but getting me to the hospital wing was another matter, especially as I was still screaming, with occasional quite times when I would whimper. They half-dragged me into the common room, where many people had accumulated, in their pyjamas and Dressing gowns. I saw no one, and heard no one. I could feel that my body was wet with the blood I was covered in, and I had began to shake violently.
"Professor, what wrong with her?"
"I don't know, Potter. I honestly don't know."
Harry was at my elbow, and he grabbed hold, and tried to whisper into my ear. I screamed, and hit at him, causing him to fall to the floor, in fright. After that he hurried behind us.
I was still making quiet a racket as we went along the corridors to the hospital wing, and was waking up all the portraits. I would stop dead occasionally, and not move again until pulled on.
Other students were beginning to emerge, all coming to look at the mad girl, who wouldn't shut up. And then I saw Draco, the first person whom I had clearly seen. I stopped dead, staring at him. He spoke my name, and began to make his way towards me. I pointed at him, my hand shaking. My long finger stayed pointing at him for a while, and then my arm fell limply to my side, as I screamed yet again, and began to shout incomprehensible things, not managing to clearly form the words. My whole body shook in convulsions and spasms of fear, and I fell to my knees on the hard stone floor, cutting them, so that my own blood flowed freely, mingling with the drying bed of that man, whoever he was.
I was once again pulled to my feet, and I felt someone physically lift me, and run with me to the hospital wing. I lay on the clear white sheets, dirtying them with blood, and tears, that continually fell. I had still not stopped muttering and moaning, and it wasn't until Madam Pomfrey came over to give me some medicine, that was forced down my throat, that I fell asleep, into deeply haunted dreams.