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The Incurble

I frowned at the little book. Tom? What kind of name was that? I chuckled to myself. Who does this guy think he is?

Tom? I wrote suspiciously.

Tom Riddle. I gasped.

Voldemort?

Yes.

What do you want with me? I wasn't afraid of this control-freak, just totally mystified at how he got at the other end of this connection, and what he wanted with me.

Who, might I ask, are you? His words snaked across the page. I thought a moment, then wrote:

Call me Cobra. I smiled. I couldn't get enough of that name. It radiated power and mystery.

Your TRUE name please.

I prefer not to give that information. I chuckled. I was beginning to sound like Wormtail.

Stop playing games with me Draco Malfoy. What kind of weirdo was this guy?

How did you…

Let's just say I have my sources. I sighed. Thank god he couldn't see what kinds of things I was thinking. If he knew my views of him…I'd be as good as dead. Not that it mattered, but still, I'd prefer to be alive.

Oh.

Now. What do I want with you, you ask? Wierdo.

Yes.

I want you to lead me to Harry Potter. He's still chasing after Potter? He's not going to have MY help. I've had enough of Lucius' tantrums.

And what if I said no?

I'll kill you.

My answer is no. I smiled to my self. Touché.

Well, that complicates things.

Why do you need Potter?

He will be my end. Not that I was suddenly becoming Potter's best friend or protector (I could care less if Voldemort croaked him) but I couldn't afford to risk another great Potter triumph.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't want your sympathy.

I was being sarcastic. I laughed. What a retard.

I'm beginning to wonder why you won't aid me. We could be great together, you and I. Sure. Like I was going to believe that.

I said no.

But why? I exploded.

You wanna know why? Why won't I help this great wizard even though my life depends on it? Why would I rather DIE than help you?

Why? Oops.

Nothing you need to know. I slammed the book shut and threw it under my bed.

My day didn't get any better. Around lunch I felt a headache coming on. During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I felt dizzy. The professor sent me to Madame Pomfrey.

"Oooh my, you look very pale," she paused, "well, more than usual." She sat me down clicking her tongue. "I'll get you some medicine and it should fix you right up." She went over to her cabinet and selected a jar of disgusting-looking liquid. She poured it onto a spoon and I swallowed it.

"Uuugh!" I exclaimed once I'd swallowed it. It tasted like dirt mixed with sugar.

"You should be feeling better now." She sent me back to class. But I didn't feel better. In fact, I only got worse. That wart Hagrid sent me back down to Madame Pomfrey again at the start of Care of Magical Creatures.

"Back again?" She felt my forehead and looked down my throat. She shook her head. "I need to contact your parents. Your address please." I sighed.

"My parents are away." She looked at me quizzically. I handed her the note that I kept in my robes. She read it over and shook her head. She murmured to herself.

"Stay here," she said, handing me back the note, "I'll be back soon." She shuffled away. I was beginning to feel pretty sick. I lay on one of the beds and fell into a light sleep.

"…what a fool. The Lestranges are in Azkaban." Uh-oh. I hoped I wouldn't have to fess up about Voldemort. Dumbledore was standing over me.

"Ahh. You're awake." Madame Pomfrey checked my forehead again. "Hmm. You feel very hot." I didn't know what she was talking about. I felt like an ice cube.

"We'll send him to St. Mungo's." What? I didn't want to go to that place. It was full of crazed witches in wizards who needed help – mentally.

"Why? I probably just have a little cold, nothing major…"

"No. I don't know what you have, but I do know it's possible you could die from it."

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