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Title: The Flip of a Coin:The Girl Who Could Mean Victory.

Plot: An interesting girl with an interesting past confronts Dumbledore with her Horrendous Nightmares. And then the fun begins, when a certain Professor (have any guesses?) enters the seen.

Author: Miss Elvira Dark

Chapter Two: Great Pain and Realization.
She was once lost to the darkness, now she was heading towards the side of the light. But what if she made the wrong decision? She was lost in her thoughts as she was lead to the head table to by Professor Snape. She couldn't possibly imagine the many students who were starring at them. She didn't mind, for the moment. She was more worried about the things to come.

What happens when -he- finds out I exist? She cursed her mind for thinking of that. Why does the thought of doom and gloom always come…after…you do something foolish? She knew he would know of a new arrival and he would be sending his spies to get as much information on her as they can collect. So now her new mantra was 'Don't tell them a thing.'

Breakfast was before her, but her mind was exploring the many ways of her death. She couldn't concentrate on the food; it was just a mesh of waffles, pancakes and syrup. As she placed a few waffles on her plate, and covered it in syrup, a thought crossed her mind. A bad thought. She was thinking of the many ways of Death Eater torture. She didn't want to be captured. She didn't know why these thoughts didn't come before she let the world know she existed.

Her mind was now freaking out, as the many eyes on her were now turning into Death Eaters wanting to capture her. She was beginning to shake noticeably, Professor Snape was sneering at the room, when his eyes went to his neighbor, and he blinked. He couldn't find a reason for her distraught.

She wasn't sure what to do; she was shaking so much her fork wouldn't go in her mouth. So she dropped the fork on her plate, and looked across the Great Hall. She was right the whole room had decided to keep looking at her. And she was visibly shaking from all the attention. She wondered who they thought she was. Maybe they think I'm Professor Snape's relative, she snorted at the thought. If she had kept her raven hair, maybe she could be his relative. But she hadn't. So now what was she going to do? Should she leave without telling Dumbledore? Or should she stay and tell him everything she knows about Tom Marvolo Riddle and the situation in the war?

Her mind was hit by a tornado when a high pitched scream came from somewhere in the Great Hall. She cursed in her mind, had someone recognized her? Her mind flashed to the image before her. The whole hall had silenced. This wasn't good; she knew it had to be something to do with her presence. She had jeopardized her life. She knew she knew it was something, something horrible.

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Exiting her mind to the scene before her was a nightmare in itself. The girl, who screamed, was running towards the head table, her uniform was scarp, and a little of her house crest was left hanging from a loose thread, she was a Ravenclaw. She was bleeding, Vivian could smell the blood. Vivian stood up, all her fears arising in her mind surfacing. Violet orbs now on Professor Snape, he was watching the girl as well, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

When the girl stopped running, she was standing before the center of the head table. Vivian held her breath as she slid under the table and approached the bleeding girl. She had to know what was going on, no matter how much fear was suppressed in her mind. She had to know. When she was at the girl's side, her hair found itself tangled and wrapped around her left leg, and nearly tripping herself.

"Child, what is wrong? Why are you bleeding?" She stated softly into the girls ear so no one else could here her. She knew that her high sensitivity to the smell would trigger something in the crowd of people. The girl just starred at her horrified. "Please, I need to know."

She faced Vivian; her eyes were clouded by the fear in her eyes. Vivian placed her hands on her cheeks. The girl winced slightly, but didn't do anything to move from her grasp. She noticed visual movement through out the entire hall, all eyes on them. The girl just starred into Vivian's violet eyes with her own blues. Her eyes more possessed with curiosity now, and then they had originally with fear.

"My name is Vivian Shadow; I'm only here to help you. Who did this to you?" She said quietly, as all eyes in the hall were on them. Vivian placed her right hand on the bleeding head wound and closed her eyes, concentrating on healing the cut on the girl's head. She smiled slightly when she opened her eyes.

The girl was surprised to find her head wasn't pulsing anymore. She looked into Vivian's violet eyes once more, and her scene was displayed in her mind. Vivian had used Legilimens to read the girls mind, she knew she wouldn't talk, but she had to see what happened.

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It was a dungeon, the place was dark. She couldn't see anything. Then she heard movement. She was in the place of the girl, she wasn't watching a memory she was in her place. She tried to move, and found she was chained to a wall. She couldn't believe it, this never happened before. She watched as the dungeon door opened. Men in dark cloaks and white masks, Death Eaters, had entered in on her parade.

The vision was lost, and the girl was in another room, again she was in the place of the girl. She tried to look around, seeing a fireplace, and a royal thrown before her, she could only assume who was sitting in the chair; she didn't like this at all. Then she heard the bone chilling voice curse 'Crucio' and the pain was intense, she screamed, cuts were opening on her body, she could feel them. She could feel the horrible pain of the curse in the memory.

Again she was hit with the horrible curse. Again the pain was intensified. She was probably on the floor in real time. She tried to leave the girl's mind and failed. She felt her skin cracking and opening and she could smell her own blood. She couldn't believe that Tom had caused her so much pain to a mere child. She may have been a year older then herself.

She could hear his odious laugh. She knew it well; he was the one who had haunted her nightmares throughout the years. He was probably smirking at her screams of pain, because again he hit her with the curse, and again she heard herself scream. She tried again to exit the girl's mind, but found again she could not.

The girl was projecting it; she wanted her to know her pain. She was stuck. Tom had stood up and walked down to her, picked up her head by her hair, his eyes were fierce slits and blood red. 'You will be returned to Hogwarts, and you will tell Mister Potter his friends are next Miss Chang.' Then he kicked her, and laughed again when she gasped at the pain.

His laughter was taunting her, she wish she could slap that smirk off his face, she wish it was real time so she could do everything her mind had told her she could do, if she was placed in this situation. She couldn't because this was not her memory; it was…Miss Chang's. She was determined now, more then ever to exit this hell. And with a quick move, she busted out of her the girls mind and she was breathing deeply and her wounds were bleeding immensely.

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Her eyes blinking as Miss Chang kept nodding; she knew she had forced the girl to relive a taunting memory. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Vivian stated as she found out what was tormenting the girl. Then there was the bleeding, Vivian was bleeding about everywhere, she could feel her hot crimson fluid drip down her skin. Her wounds were worse than Miss Chang's had been. She wasn't about to heal herself in front of a hall of people. Everyone in the Great Hall would freak out upon seeing the light emit from her healing wounds if she had healed them in the Great Hall. "Be sure not to tell Mister Potter anything." Vivian whispered in her ear.

Miss Chang just stared at her, and then nodded. "Vivian, how did-" She was cut off, by a hand on her mouth. It was Vivian's. "Don't say a word, I mean it." When Miss Chang nodded she removed her hand from her mouth. When she noticed Professor Snape heading their way, she removed her hand from Miss Chang's mouth.

That's when Professor Snape barged in and grabbed both Miss Chang and Miss Shadow by the arm, and dragged them out of the Great Hall. All students too scared to follow him, they knew if they did he would remove a record worth of points. Even from his own house: Slytherin. Everyone stayed seated.

Being pulled by Professor Snape wasn't l luxury in Miss Shadow's mind, so she ripped her arm from his grip, and he turned to face her. "I will not be forced to tell anyone what had just happened!" She stated coldly. "I am not a student of this institution, and I will not be treated as such." She said as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her wounds, which she found out she had quite a number of them.

A bright light emerged from her cuts as they healed and the blood still dripped from where the wounds had been. She opened her eyes to see a gapping Professor Snape. "Now, that I'm done. I'm going to heal Miss Chang." She looked to the girl, who was gapping more then Professor Snape. Her eyes locked on Miss Chang's and she smirked softly. "It's alright, concentrate on the pain and I will make sure I heal the wounds."

Professor Snape was furious, but he couldn't bring any words out. As he watched Miss Chang light up like a Christmas tree, then her wounds were gone, the only thing left was dried blood. "Miss Shadow, that wasn't a wise move, what will happen if any one finds out what you had done?"

Vivian shrugged off the immense pain she had felt from Miss Chang's body. "Professor, would you rather have her suffer? I know you have experienced the Cruciatus Curse more than once at a time, and I'm not about to let that after affect pain go on." She froze, she knew he was going to ask her what she meant by that.

"Miss Shadow, how did you come to such a conclusion about…my experience?" He stated in an icy tone which only meant hell if she was one of his students. It was his warning tone. Too bad he couldn't give her a detention. He saw her freeze, and he lowered himself to her own height. "Well, answer my question Miss Shadow."

Her violet orbs were fogged by clouds of gray. She couldn't tell him. "I'm sorry Professor, I shouldn't jump to conclusions." She stated softly, he knew she just said that because Miss Chang was standing there gapping like a fish out of water. "Take Miss Chang to the infirmary, I need to go and think." She stated boldly, before she left. He noticed she was heading towards the Entrance of the school.

Professor Snape took Miss Chang to the infirmary. He left the infirmary without an explanation to the school's nurse: Madam Pomfrey. Who was looking at Miss Chang and examining her healed wounds, and wondering how they had gotten that way.

Then he went to go see Headmaster Dumbledore. First he went to his office; he noticed a black envelope on the desk. It was from Lord Voldemort. He recognized the intimidation that caused the Headmaster his misery, which he saw displayed on Albus' face.

"Severus, has Miss Chang arrived yet?" Albus questioned softly, as he was reading the letter. Severus could only sit dumbfounded. Albus lifted his head to look at the boy. "I sense she has, how is she recovering?"

"Miss Shadow, she…healed her… I-I never seen such...such power.... not even from....you" He stated his voice was numb. "I believe she had witnessed the torture Miss Chang …went trough. When Miss Chang screamed and entered the Great Hall…. Miss Shadow confronted her… I believe she looked into Miss Chang's mind….Miss Shadow was screaming, she was experiencing everything that Miss Chang had…I don't know how, her skin cracked, more than Miss Chang's was when she arrived. She was in immense pain, she had screamed several times, the hall was struck with silence. The whole student body… witnessed it….then when I dragged them out of there, she healed all her wounds… and Miss Chang's wounds as if it were nothing….Albus…How did she….who is she….?"

Albus' eyes weren't twinkling; they were clouded as he looked to Severus. "I'm not entirely sure. But I think she has something to do with, Tom's new…interest in kidnapping students." He sighed softly. "I believe he is looking for someone specific, and I'm not sure why. However I doubt it has anything to do with Mister Potter…I believe he was lucky that he captured….Miss Chang, his…crush."

"What are you saying Albus?" Severus was getting confused by Albus' riddles. He was tired of running around in circles with Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. "TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON!!! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO BLOODY CRYPTIC?????" he yelled and stormed out of Albus' office. He needed to calm down. His robes billowing as he made his way to his rooms. He had to brew something; he had to get this anger out of his system.

Albus Dumbledore just watched him leave. Sighing to himself, as he burned the letter Tom wrote to him. This had to be stopped; Tom was threatening students' lives for some child that he doesn't knows exists. 'Who was this child, and why is he or she so important to him?' he thought softly. 'Perhaps there is a reason for Vivian's presence here. Was she this child he was looking for? Was she the girl who could change the stakes in the war?' he was so lost and the only one who had the answers refused to answer.

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Again she was lost in her thoughts; again she was shaking to her very bones. She was terrified. That pain she felt, it was Tom's anger. What was he looking for? She was sitting outside leaning against a tree, looking at the vast amount of water before her. She knew what he was looking for, it was her. It had always been her, she hated this.

Maybe I should confront him? Get it over with; he won't stop torturing others unless he finds me. So once he finds me, what then? Back to torturing Harry Potter's friends, she hated this. No matter what she thought, the decision was made for her. She was going to see Tom.

She sighed as she watched a few owls flying around. This had to be why she had come here. She was supposed to see the pain emitting from Miss Chang, she was supposed to feel it herself. She was supposed to stop Tom from continuing his search.

Did she want to be captured? No, truthfully. She wanted to live a normal life; she wanted to attend Hogwarts like her parents had. She wanted to have fun like everyone else. However early in life, her parents were taken from her. And she knew it was all her fault.

It was her fault they had died, and that is why she taught herself magic in secret. No one thought she survived. Everyone assumed that family was extinct. But here she was, living the nightmares she ran away from her entire life. Here she was at Hogwarts, and seeing Harry Potter in his Sixth Year, she had to stop Tom. She had to make him listen to reason.

It was said she was the one who would determine this war. It was foretold she could join either side. If she joined Voldemort, Harry would die. If she joined Dumbledore, Tom would die. She wanted to remain neutral. She wanted to not exist, but here she was, brought here by her dreams and a taunting laugh.

Scared from her hiding place, to only be found out by Tom, she knew he knew she existed now. She couldn't live with herself knowing that fact. She wondered how he found out; perhaps he was the one that had killed her parents. Or perhaps the one who killed her parents worked for him and finally confessed that he never killed the child.

She could only know the truth, if she was brought before Voldemort. And she really didn't want to be tortured anymore. She had enough with the vivid dreams and the current experience with Miss Chang and the Cruciatus Curse. Her life was draining at the thought of going through that once again.

Her wounds reopened as she went through her new inscribed memory in her cerebrum. The pain, the agony, the bloody laugh, everything was surfacing to her thoughts. She screamed and left the memory as soon as it appeared in her thoughts. She cried after that, not because of the pain and the new blood that was dripping from reopened wounds, but she knew what she had to do.

She had to give herself to………………Lord Voldemort.

AN: So what do you think? A bit longer than the last chapter I admit, but I needed to show something of my merit. I know you were probably excited that I actually wrote something. However, if I don't get anymore reviews, I will stop writing this infernal piece of Fan-fiction. I realize that it seems easy, but it drains a lot of me. And I have edited myself. I don't have spell check, and it's infuriating when I reread it so many times and still miss mistakes. So if you see any, please tell me and I'll correct my copy and try to repost it, for the use of other readers. And if you are a real fan, I'll correct it for you to read again. Likely as that is. I have no confidence, so spread the word, and give me a REVIEW!!!!

Miss Elvira Dark