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Chapter9

It was midday. A pool of light gathered on the ground from the stained glass window. A woman sat on her bed and lovingly brushed her daughters dark curls. The little girl smiled, enjoying it.

"Mummy?"

"Yes?" said the woman.

"Do we have to move again?" asked her daughter, her wide golden eyes looking pleadingly up at her.

"I'm sorry Pasha, but we have to."

"Is it because of You-Know-Who?"

The woman looked surprised at how much her daughter knew.

"Yes honey. It is because of him. But I promise I won't let him get you. Ok?"

The little girl, Pasha, nodded.

"Ogre? Ogre, are you listening?"

Pasha looked up into Professor Trelawney's huge, magnified eyes.

"My name is not Ogre," Pasha growled for what seemed like the millionth time. She knew it was useless. Professor Trelawney would just forget again after a few drinks.

She remembered her mother brushing her hair. But it couldn't have been a memory; the Dark Lord had told her that her parents had been murdered when she was a year old. It must have been a dream. The yellow potion had run out a few weeks ago, and she had been having these strange dreams, a different one each time. They were so real, as if she was looking into someone else's memory.

At long last, the class was dismissed. Pasha was the first one sliding down the ladder and down to the Great Hall to meet Harry, Ron and Hermione for lunch.

"Mayes," called a cold voice.

Pasha turned. It was Snape.

"Yes Professor?"

"Come with me." He turned on his heel and strode off. She followed.

He led her down into the dungeons. She expected him to stop at the Potions room, but they went down yet another staircase. The thick curtain of cobwebs in the narrow corridor told her that it hadn't been used in a while. Snape stopped in front of an old wooden door, which opened reluctantly with a horrible creak. Pasha entered while pulling strands of sticky cobwebs from her curls.

"Crucio."

Without warning, Snape pointed his wand at Pasha, who was instantly hit with excruciating pain. She doubled over, gasping with shock. While most people would be writhing on the ground by now, Pasha's years of training had taught her to withstand pain. She felt the pain increase and fell to her knees. Snape lifted his wand and it abruptly stopped.

"The Dark Lord is very unhappy with you Pasha. He expected you to get the job done in the first week. And what's this he hears? Dating Harry Potter?" He sneered maliciously.

Before Pasha had time to reach for her wand, another wave of pain took over her. Snape once again stopped and looked down at her as she lay gasping on the ground.

"He wants you to finish the job. Tonight," he said. "And a little reminder from him so you know what's in store for you if you should fail."

Snape lifted his wand, but this time, the pain was unbearable. It was as if every nerve in her body were on fire. She screamed as the blackness enveloped her.

"I can't do it mum!" wailed a thirteen-year-old girl.

"Of course you can honey. You just have to try," said her mother reassuringly. She tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear as she encouraged her daughter.

Pasha had been trying to transform all day, but it wasn't working. Her mother made it looks so easy, transforming into a sleek black cat each time. And her father into a lion.

"Don't concentrate on what animal you want to be, you can't control that. Look deep inside yourself, it will be there."

Pasha shut her eyes as she reached deep inside herself as he mother told her, searching. Then, she did it. She could almost see it in her mind's eye. It had been there all along; it was part of who she was. Pasha felt her body change. She swished her tail. It didn't feel any new or different. It was as if she had been this way her whole life. It just felt so natural. Her mother looked at her, pride shining in her eyes. Pride for her daughter. Transforming back was easier. Pasha turned into a human once more and ran into her mother's arms.

Pasha lay on the cold stone floor. Her whole body ached as she sat up. Another dream, this time more vivid. She took in her surroundings and she remembered her instructions. For the first time in years, Pasha cried. She let the tears flow freely down her face as grief took over her. Grief for the friends she had made and would never see again, grief for the new life she had come to enjoy, grief at the thought she could never again be with Harry. It was then that she realized, she was in love with him. He was her soul mate. Their souls are one, that was what Professor Trelawney's prediction had meant. She and Harry were soul mates, and she would never see him again.

Pasha picked herself up and angrily brushed the tears away. Her face was emotionless once more: she was back to her old self again, and she hated herself for that. She made her way up out of the dungeons and towards Dumbledore's office. Hard determination blazed in her eyes. She would get it over and done with. She would avenge her parents.

"Pasha!"

Pasha flinched at the sound of Harry's voice.

"I've been looking for you all day. Where've you been?"

"Go away Harry. We can't be together anymore." Pasha almost cried again at the look of hurt on Harry's face. Please Harry, you have to understand. I have to do this.

Pasha continued walking as Harry fell away behind her. She reached the stone gargoyle she knew to be the entrance of Dumbledore's office. Pasha didn't know the password, but instead, pulled out her wand and performed a spell learnt from the Dark Lord himself. The statue blew into a million pieces. She gingerly stepped over the remains of the now turned to gravel gargoyle and climbed the stairs.

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