Disclaimer: Shit! Shit! I just found out that the name Pasha Mayes was already used in a book (I thought I recognised it from somewhere. It must have been in my subconcious mind or whatever you call it) sooooooooo... the name Pasha Mayes belongs to Terry Goodkind and all the characters from Harry Potter are J.K Rowlings. Ok? And this disclaimer counts for all of the other chapters posted before it. So nobody sue me!

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Chapter 10

Pasha clutched her wand tightly as she sucked in a breath, preparing herself for what she was about to do. She tried to summon enough hate for Dumbledore, but it was harder than she thought it would be. A few months ago, someone only had to mention his name and Pasha would become a raging bull. But she had changed. Harry had changed her. She placed her hand gently on the brass doorknob, took another deep breath, and swung the door open.

Her vision suddenly turned gold and scarlet as a huge bird the size of a swan flew into her. It tore a gash in her robe with a golden talon as she tried to swat it away.

Pasha couldn't tell if Dumbledore was there or not, as she was too busy trying to get the bird away. She tried aiming spells at it, but it was too quick and dodged them, only to come back at her again.Suddenly, she felt her wand fly out of her hand as somebody disarmed her. She heard a voice.

"That will be enough Fawkes."

The bird screeched one more time at her, and flew off to rest on a perch set in a corner. Dumbledore stood in front of her, holding her wand and his in the other hand. This was so not how she had expected it to go.

"Miss Mayes, I was wondering when you would come. I was just about to call you up now."

In the blink of an eye, Pasha transformed and lunged at him, claws outstretched. She wasn't thinking properly, her hate was making her reckless. Dumbledore flicked his wand at her, and Pasha was instantly paralyzed. Dumbledore seemed surprisingly calm, considering he was about to be attacked by a huge, black panther. Pasha hung, suspended in the air for a fraction of a second, before dropping to the ground with a crash.

"Miss Granger informed me about you. She was worried for you. I will unfreeze you now, but you must promise to hear me out."

On the ground, Pasha transformed. Transforming wasnotabout controlling her body,it was something inside of her she had to reach for; and that was somethingno spell could paralyze. With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore unfroze her. Pasha scrambled up and glared at him.

"Give me back my wand," she growled.

"I am afraid I cannot do that," said Dumbledore calmly.

"Give me back my wand you coward! Or are you going to kill me too, just like you killed my parents?"

Dumbledore looked shocked for a second. That aggravated Pasha even more. Had he forgotten so soon? Forgotten he had killed? That only emphasized the point that he was a cold-blooded murderer. Pasha had never forgotten Renwold, the man she had killed. She could remember exactly what he looked like, remember his last words, remember his scream.

"Ah," said Dumbledore, as if realizing something. "So this is what he has done."

"What who has done?" asked Pasha angrily. Why doesn't he just kill me already?

"I am not the one who killed you parents, Pasha. Voldemort did."

"Impossible," Pasha said automatically, "that's impossible. You're the one who did it you liar! You're the one who murdered my parents when I was just a year old!"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly, "no. You're parents were killed three years ago, when Voldemort came to power again."

Pasha shook her head, it couldn't be. Dumbledore was just trying to take the blame off himself. The Dark Lord couldn't have killed her parents, why would he? He was the one trying to help her get her revenge.

"I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you Pasha, but it is the truth. Voldemort wanted the Felimorphis on his side, and when your parents refused, he killed them and took you."

"He…he gave me a potion," Pasha whispered more to herself than to Dumbledore. Was it poison? Something to kill her slowly?

"Antitide Memoria," murmered Dumbledore.

"What?"

"Is it a bright yellow color?"

"Yes." How does he know?

"It works in conjunction with a Memory Charm. It strengthens it, makes it last longer. Voldemort probably didn't want you to get your memory back, but didn't want to erase all of it by performing another Memory Charm, so he gave you that potion."

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she realized the truth of what he was saying. Dumbledore wasn't the one who had killed her parents, Voldemort had. And those dreams. They were her memories. She remembered the dark hooded figure; that was Voldemort, not Dumbledore. He had killed her parents, taken her, erased her whole childhood as if it never happened, and used her in his evil plans. He had made her kill a person. Pasha cried as she had never cried before, sobbing her heart out.

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Harry couldn't bear it anymore, standing outside, listening to Pasha heartfelt sobs. After getting over his initial shock at what Pasha had said to him before, Harry had decided to follow her and apologize for whatever he had done to make her mad at him. He had followed her up the stairs to Dumbledore's office andhad beenabout to go in after her when he heard Dumbledore speaking. He found out that Pasha had been used by Voldemort, and his heart went out to her. He could stand it no longer. He burst into the room and gathered Pasha in his arms. She wept onto his shoulder as he hugged her tightly.

"Shhh, its all right. I'm here now," he said as if cooing to a baby.

Dumbledore looked at them both. "I'll leave you two alone for a while," he said, excusing himself. Harry nodded.

"Harry!" cried Pasha, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, "Harry, I'm bad. I'm no better than the Dark Lord himself. I was about to murder an innocent person. And before I came here, I did! I killed a person Harry!"

Even though he was shocked, he still continued to hold her tightly, trying to calm her.

"It wasn't your fault. He made you do it. He manipulated you, he lied to you, he made you think it was the right thing to do to avenge your parents."

This just made her cry harder.

"Stop it. This isn't helping. What you should be doing is trying to get back at Voldemort," he said, trying a different tactic.

"You're right," said Pasha, wiping her eyes, her crying down to a sniffle. "I shouldn't be crying, I should be avenging my parents." She looked at Harry. "And so should you."

Voldemort had also murdered Harry's parents, except, unlike Pasha, he had never gotten to know them. He supposed that knowing them and losing them would hurt more than not knowing them at all.

"We can't do anything about it now, but we'll think of something. And we'll get him back. Together."

A little extract from the next chapter just to keep you interested: "Headmaster," she said in a panicked voice, "Death Eaters! In the castle!"

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