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Title: The Flip of a Coin

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 Four: Utter Chaos and an Interesing Possibilities

The Great Hall was full and bustling with chatter upon there arrival. Hermione lead Vivian to the Gryffindor's Table, and they sat down near the general region where The Golden Trio usual sat. Hermione placed her book bag under the bench, and allowed Vivian to sit next to her. Vivian sat quietly, observing the girl which she learned to be Hermione.

Hermione glanced at Vivian a moment, and noticed her slight discomfort, and patted her shoulder lightly, "Don't worry so much, it'll be okay, you'll like my friends, though they might possibly bore you with Quidditch talk." Vivian nodded, though she had no clue of what she was talking about. She figured it must have been something to do with an activity that had to do with out doors.

After a few minutes of silence between them, two boys came rushing in. One with unruly black hair and glasses, the other with ginger hair that was somewhat neat, they both however had mud about their clothing. "Couldn't you two wash up before you got here?" Hermione complained. "By the way this is Vivian." She presented Vivian to the two boys that were gaping at her now. "Vivian these to chums are…" Before Hermione could say anything Vivian spoke. "I see what you mean, I know who you are Mr. Potter," Her eyes locked on him, her eyes had a mysterious glow about them, instead of their normal violent they were golden. Then she shook her head, and blinked a few times, and looked over to the other boy, "And you are?" She asked softly.

"Ron Weasely," he squeaked bewildered by what he had just seen. 'Was her eyes just glowing?' both Harry and Ron though simultaneously. She nodded and smiled. "I'm sorry for interrupting you Hermione, I was just…" She didn't complete her thought. Hermione just nodded. "It's perfectly alright, not everyone is used to meeting him, face to face for the first time, and I'm sure, right Harry?" Harry nodded dumbfounded by the Girl sitting next to Hermione.

"Does he usually stare gapping at people?" Vivian asked quietly, which made Harry snap out of it. "Oh, sorry…I thought….never mind." She smiled, when the food appeared before her, she took a small plate full of spaghetti, and ate quietly. Her mind wondering around, she could feel quite a few stares from all around the room. Some from the staff table, others from the Slytherin Table, and all throughout the Great Hall.

Most of the thoughts came to her mind throughout the rest of lunch; she knew she shouldn't be sitting with them. She knew everyone would be expecting her to do the right thing. But she also knew the scar on Harry's head was a link to Voldemort. And she knew he could be watching her at any moment of time, if he hadn't yet to learn Occlumency. Her thoughts jumbled more into worry, and anxiety as the Hall was bickering and talking about her, most likely. She couldn't do this. He heart was pounding in her throat. She could feel the stares penetrate her. She felt worse than being raped.

Soon her thoughts went over the day's events, and her walls were crumbling down, one by one. She couldn't handle this. She was only one girl. She wasn't supposed to be living; she had known this since day one. She knew her parents died for a reason, she was that reason. No one knew of her existence until now. She could of stayed hidden, but no, she -had- to do something. She had to -announce- her presence to the likes of Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort before something -terrible- happened. She wasn't thinking about her own welfare, and for that, it probably caused -more- trouble than she was worth.

Than she had to tell Draco Malfoy to announce her presence -even- further. Now she was sure he would build his strength up just to get a glimpse of her. She was deep in her thoughts, not even noticing Hermione waving her hand before her face, nor the fact that Harry had just been screaming in excruciating pain coming from his scar. She was too busy making an ass out of herself in her own mind. She caused way too much trouble, she knew it. She should have stayed in hiding. She would have been safe from the fate that now awaited her. She would have been free of the damned Prophecy, had she stayed quiet.

She ruined everything. She ruined it all; she made her parents death meaningless. She took everything they fought for and shoved it away and went along with the wishes of the Gods. She betrayed her parents, and now, she felt immense pain worse then the pain she felt when the crustaceous curse hit her, though it wasn't actually her that it hit. But the pain was so excruciating she fainted, and all her thoughts stopped and images flashed before her eyes…unpleasant images, her parents mangled bodies, and the messages left behind in blood. Then all went black.

The Great Hall was in utter chaos, everyone in close proximity to Vivian was withering in pain. Hermione especially, she had fallen on the floor when it hit her worse than any unforgivable could ever hit her. Harry was trying to keep his focus, but ended up in more pain, as he tried to reach out for Hermione before she fell backwards, but it was pointless. Dumbledore and the rest of the staff went into quick action trying to get everyone unaffected by the surge of pain out of the Great Hall.

No one knew what was going on. Dumbledore gave a moderate speech under the sonorous before anyone initially panicked. "SILENCE, everyone I said SILENCE! Everyone who is not affected by what has just happened, leave in an orderly fashion. And if I hear or see any misconduct, those of you will be severely punished. That is all, Exit through the doors in an orderly manner, Prefects, lead them to the proper dormitories, and be sure to notify a Professor of Misconduct immediately. That is all."

The Professors that were left in the Great Hall after the students left were standing besides Dumbledore, all of which were starring at the twenty children withering on the ground in pain, most have blacked out. "What are we going to do Albus?" Minerva asked loudly looking at most of her Gryffindors withering in pain as Poppy just ran into the Hall, looking about, her mouth gapping like a guppy fish.

"Minerva, all is not lost. Did anyone see how this came about?" No one had any answers. Dumbledore had done the most astounding thing ever hear of, he swore. "Blast it all to hell," Severus snorted, and he started to approach the students to find that once he was in the proximity, he felt immense pain; he was on his knees his hands holding himself up, as his eyes were merely popping out of the sockets. "Albus…keep everyone back!" He stammered as he tried to stand, only to be brought down hard on his face, his nose now gushing in blood from the fall. "Bloody hell," he managed to crawl to the source of all this entire mess, it had to be Miss Shadow, he could sense her power radiating all over the place.

He clutched her temples softly as he pressed his forehead against hers, using his legilimency to break into her un-warded mind. Using all in his power to bring forth walls, he knew had been there before when he met her, and as he did such, his pain was easing as was everyone around them. He kept putting up walls in her mind, he didn't care anymore. He had to protect everyone. Even with the haunting images flashing before him, he blocked every single one with a wall. He had to help her.

After twenty minutes of fighting with her to place wards in her mind back up, Dumbledore and the others had managed to get the others to the hospital wing. When at last Albus had placed a hand on Severus' shoulder, and took him away from the poor girl. She was still out, and Severus was in tears. He had seen far too much. Albus only wished to know what it was that made him so distraught but he wouldn't push it.

Severus stood, and his tears were gone immediately, and he rushed off, his robes billowing in his wake. 'Retreating to his dungeons,' Albus thought silently 'probably to place his new found memories in a pensive.' His eyes now on the girl who had caused so much trouble, her appearance had changed from when he saw her last. Her hair was raven black, and had grown considerably thicker and severely tangled all about; her skin had paled a few shades nearer to Severus' own tone. Her cheek bones had risen, her cheeks lost some fat and her nose was longer and pointer than the button she had last time he saw her and she seemed to grow a few inches as well, he was astonished on how much she changed.

When Poppy came back into the Great Hall, she saw the young girl in her truest form splayed on the ground, and Albus kneeling before her, brushing her hair away from her face. It was a beautiful vision, Albus caring for the sweet child. She shook the weird thoughts from her mind and ran up to them sliding on the floor on her knees, and she went through routine check ups on her, ignoring Albus all the while.

"She's alright Albus," Poppy smiled slightly. "I think we should accommodate her with her own quarters, don't you think?" She patched the few scratches that Vivian had from the fiasco from her mind sending about fifteen students into immense pain.

Albus nodded. "I'll have Minerva and Filius get straight on it, by any chance do you know where they may be?" Poppy nodded, "Minerva is watching over her most prized student, Miss Granger got the most of it, I believe. It will take some time for her to recover." This sudden news sent Albus' heart crashing down. "Be sure she gets the best of care, and do tell Minerva to come and see me when she is ready, for now, I will take Miss Shadow to my own quarters."

He decided against using spells, so he lifted her up and brought her to his office, with the help of the door that was behind the staff's table, which took him directly where he wanted to be. He placed Miss Shadow on his own bed, and tucked her in. He knew she was hiding a lot from them, but he hadn't known she was hiding such power as well. She even managed to hide it from Hogwarts itself.

He was scared, not for what had happened to the students' just moments ago, but for Miss Shadow herself. To reduce Severus to tears, it took quite a bit. He hoped Miss Shadow would indeed come to tell him, for he figured Severus would respect her privacy. So he watched her sleep peacefully, hoping her dreams were just as peaceful as she looked.

Boy, was he ever wrong? Of course not, however he was in this case. She wasn't having a normal sleep with pretty dreams of purple cotton candy clouds, and Orange soda-pop waters, and all the puppies you can snuggle with. She wasn't dreaming about a happy time in a world where no war existed.

She was trapped in a dire nightmare, of a possible future with the cold shilling voice of Voldemort executing orders to his masked followers. A place where Hogwarts laid in shambles, the Headmaster's head fused onto a post in front of Hogwart's entrance gates showing how the Dark Lord treats his enemies. To her surprise she could see no trace of the remains of Mr. Potter in her dream. So she still had some hope, or so she believed.

Then finally she was there, on the ground standing before the great Albus Dumbledore, skewered on the post, blood dripping down the post. She made a face, and pushed the gates opened and made her way into the grounds of Hogwarts. Her face returned to her usual indifference, and she made her way into the castle.

Everything looked different, Death Eaters all about, some in their traditional robes, other just wearing normal wizard robes. It no longer looked like a school, she surmised, as she had made it through quite diligently enough, that they either didn't notice her, or didn't care. She thought the latter was most compatible.

She made her way into the Great Hall; it was now a throne room. There sat the notorious Dark Lord, and an empty seat indicated to be for a Dark Mistress. Tom was looking handsome, like he had in his school days. His eyes were crimson, which kept her at bay for a slight moment. Then she made her way to him. She wondered what happened to Potter, and all the Hogwarts staff.

"Well, I thought you had decided to leave me, my pet." Tom stated smoothly, as he sat rather comfortably, his feet hanging over the arm of the throne, he was apparently amused by her presence. "What changed you mind?"

She looked at him with questioning eyes. "I don't know what you mean, why is it you say such things to me?" He sat up straight as he noticed her confusion. He then took a look at her, "Do you think, you will be my Queen now?" he stated matter-of-factly.

"What, what the hell do you mean!" She was astonished about his attractions to her, let alone his perverse way of calling her 'pet' and 'his queen' she glared at him vehemently. "Who are you? Why is Hogwarts in a shambles? Why is the Headmaster dead? Where is the staff? What have you done with Mr. Potter?" She was so furious, she couldn't possibly be here. 'Who does he think he's fooling?' she thought angrily.

Tom laughed like he had in her previous nightmares, the cold chilling cackle that sent shivers down her spine. "My, my, have we lost our memory? Poor child, I should have noticed your confusion to be truthful. I apologize." He mocked concern, and sincerity, she knew he was playing with her.

She found her self walking towards him, and she bowed her head. "I…don't understand what you are playing at. I know you don't really care about me." He smirked, and stood up, and he placed a finger under her chin, and raised her chin up so that her eyes were locked on his. "Yet you come to me? Why is that, my pet?" He said smoothly back into his reign of supremacy.

She found herself blushing, she was furious she had let herself show such emotion. And her eyes were locked on his, and she couldn't come up with an answer. She had no idea why she came to him. She wasn't about to tell him so. "Where is Mr. Potter?" She stated boldly.

His smile vanished. "Stop pretending you don't remember!" He scolded her. "Don't you remember you had helped me kill him? And you made sure everyone would know that you weren't to be played with. You had tossed the dead body to his cowardly friends, as a warning. Do you recall now?" He pressed his lips against her cheek. "Come on, I know you should recall tossing the mangled brat to the filthy mud-blood." He whispered in her ear, licking her lobe soon after, sending a shiver up and down her spine, and a rising heat from within her.

A memory was flashed before her eyes. She couldn't believe it; all he was saying was true. She had enjoyed tossing the mangled body to Miss Granger, and causing her to fall to tears, clutching on his body with every once of love and pain. She enjoyed laughing at the girl's dismay. The girl, Miss Granger was rambling on about how she could be so cruel, and how she had betrayed them, and what not, and Miss Granger tried to curse her and all she could do is laugh as the spell was reflected off her as if it was nothing.

The last image that presented itself was her, presenting The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Die at Voldemort's feet, and then the spell that was cast by both her and Voldemort, and it had reduced Mr. Potter to the disgusting thing in which was so mangled and distorted it was hard to believe it was once Harry James Potter. The side effect of the spell, caused Voldemort to revert back into his younger form, it was a quite pleasant surprise.

She blinked, and pushed Tom away from her, "What the hell is going on?" she exclaimed, very deterred by what her mind had just gone through. Tom smirked, "I see you have forgotten a few other things as well, let me remind you." She backed away from him, only to be found she was against a wall, and Tom pressed his hands on either side of her head. "You should know Hogwarts is working against you, just let me help you. It will be an enjoyable experience, I promise you."

His lips found there way onto hers, and she found it was hard to resist his insistence, soon she found herself responding, that's when he smirked and released her from the most intense kiss she could have ever experienced. "That's a good girl, do you remember now?" He asked soothingly, as he caressed her cheek.

"Remember what?" She inquired after a few deep breaths, 'god he is a good kisser' then she slapped her inner self at the thought. Tom just merely smiled, "You silly little girl, I know you are playing with me, however I will amuse you, for now." he smirked, as he slicked her ear, before he pushed himself off of her and the wall vanished and she found herself nearly collapsing, which in turn made him laugh, but not the bone chilling one she was used to.

She looked at him bewildered. She had never heard him laugh like that, never in a million dreams had he had laughed like that. Why was he now? Did he have an actual heart? She shook those thoughts from her head, and pressed her finger tips against her lips. He kissed her, and he laughed with warmth. Was she turned into a heartless drone?

She shook her head of all thoughts. This was a trick; she knew it had to be. She watched him sit on his throne, and somehow she found herself sitting next to him on the second throne. "My dear, we are soul mates. You and I are to be wed, and then you vanished. I had wondered where you went. Where did you go for so long? I missed you so; I had punished your body guards for loosing you." He sighed. "I believe they had lost you on your routine attack on the helpless muggles." He patted her knee. "But now that you are back, we can commence in the ceremony."

That was when she woke up in a sweat, and she had noticed she was no longer in the Great Hall. Her mind went over her dream over and over again. 'I won't let it happen, I won't' she hoped, at least. She looked around the room, and sat up. She noticed Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting in the chair next to her. He had fallen asleep. He looked so distraught for one who appeared calm at all times.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" She spoke softly, her voice was rough. She noticed her throat was severely dry. And she coughed, which woke up Dumbledore with a shift of his body, he sat up straight. "Are you alright, my dear? You gave us all a scare."

She blinked, "What do you mean by that, Headmaster?" She hadn't yet noticed she had reverted back to her true form. She was starring at Dumbledore with confusion. "What happened?" 'So she doesn't know?' Dumbledore nodded to his own question. "Well my dear, you have seemed to cause us much trouble, you seemed to have caused much pain to your peers in which you have sat with." He watched her face go from confusion to worry, then to fear. "There's nothing to worry about, most of them have recovered, with an exception to Miss Granger, they are to return to there classes in full health tomorrow."

"Miss Granger? She's hurt?" She tried to get up, but Dumbledore forced her to stay in bed. "You need to rest, don't worry, Poppy is taking good care of her." She nodded, but her mind was whirling in circles of possibilities of what could have happened. Then she slapped herself. She had dropped her wards; she must have done it by accident, without knowing. 'Then why is it no one has died?' she thought looking back to the other possibilities.

"Headmaster, how was it everything turned out alright?" She questioned timidly. She really wanted to know the answer of why hasn't anyone died. "Ah, that would be Professor Snape's doing. He had managed to save everyone, with explicit skill and careful thinking." She looked at him, astonished. "I see, thank you for telling me. I guess I should apologize to him?" She was going to stand up, but yet again she was pushed back down. "You still need rest. And I doubt he would appreciate any company. Though if you like, I will check up on him for you?" She nodded and with that he left the room, and she laid back down, not sleeping, only staring at the interesting design on the ceiling.

A/N: So is it any better? Or should I truly plan on getting a day job? I know it took a while to get this up, but I hope it was worth it.

Miss Elvira Dark