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Chapter Five

As I awoke to the sun streaming in across my face, memories of last night's horror came flooding back. An evil man disguised as Moody... slipping Harry's name in to the Goblet... working with you-know-who and plotting to kill him... nearly killing me in the process. I shivered. Maybe it had just been a dream. A horrible, almost real, nightmare.

Yes, as I heard birds chirping merrily and the chatter of my roommates dressing and bustling around the dorm, the terror was slowly easing off my chest, and it really was starting to seem like a bad dream. Maybe that's all it was. Maybe... there was only one way to find out.

"Amber. Hey, Amber!" I went up to her, remembering the curse the man had cast on my throat to ensure my silence...
"Yeah?"'
"Erm... I have to tell you something."
"Okay..."
"Umm... well, last night... I was in the Great Hall and..." I paused, waiting for something dreadful to happen. "And I saw... a man..."
"Kelly! Oh my god, your face!"

Even as Amber cried out in shock, I could feel horrible spots of pain bursting out all across my face. I raced to the nearest mirror, and saw my face breaking out in angry red boils.
"Auughh.." I moaned. The pain was really intense. As I cried out, blood started to gush out of them, streaking down my face and staining my t-shirt as it dripped off.
"Oh god Kelly! You have to get to the hospital wing!" As she took my arm and raced me there, tears started streaming down my face and mixing with the blood. Yes it hurt, but more than that, this meant that it hadn't been a dream after all. There really was a deatheater, disguised as a teacher in our school. He really did curse me. He really was plotting to kill Harry. And I couldn't do anything about it.

By the time we reached the hospital, the boils had spread down my neck and arms, and blood was everywhere. I was starting to feel somewhat faint. Amber was crying as she watched me in such pain.

"Oh dear, oh dear." Madam Pomphrey made tsking noises with her tongue as she placed compresses on the boils to cool them and soak up the blood. "What happened to you dearie? Someone cursed you, that much is obvious."
"Who did it, Kelly?" Amber asked.
I shook my head violently, terrified of what else could happen if I said any more.
"She was saying something, about a man in the Great Hall last night..." Amber informed her, speaking on my behalf. "But before she could finish telling me..." She trailed off, and gestured to my bleeding boils, looking very distraught.
"Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine. Any curse performed by a student shouldn't be too serious." Madam Pomphrey reassured her.
Yeah, but what about a curse performed by a death eater...

"You run along to breakfast, she should be out of here in no time."
Amber nodded, squeezed my hand, and left the room.
"I'll get you something to eat hun." The nurse bustled off, leaving me alone in the hospital wing.

The cold, metal bedposts and the stark, white sheets glistened in the harsh light of the florescent lights flickering overhead. I started shaking violently under the scratchy gray blankets of my cot. Someone was plotting to kill Harry... and he was right here in Hogwarts! I had to tell Dumbledore. It didn't matter what happened to me. He had to know...
As these thoughts raced through my mind, my face seemed to explode in pain. I could tell more boils were popping up, and as I reached up to adjust the compresses I felt they were already soaked through with blood. I felt so light-headed... and my pillow was so soft... without a second thought I drifted off to a welcome sleep.

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I was spinning, swirling through the darkness. The deatheater leered down at me, laughing, ripping parchment into pieces and dropping them into the Goblet. Harry's face floated in front of me, smiling broadly, his green eyes sparkling. Then suddenly a bolt of green light struck him, and his eyes grew wide and empty, his face pale, dead. He vanished, and I screamed, but no sound would come out. My face turned into a giant boil. My blood was gushing everywhere. Amber was sobbing at my side. Dumbledore was weeping over Harry's dead body.
"You'll keep my secret, won't you Kelly?" The deatheater's voice echoed through my mind. "Keep my secret, and I'll make it alll go away. Keep my secret..."
"Kelly..." Harry's voice mixed with his. "Don't listen to him. Please. I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."
"Keep my secret..."
"Don't let me die...Kelly..."

"I WON'T! I WON'T!! HARRY, I WON'T! HARRY!! HARRY! NOOOOOO!!!"

I felt myself tossing and turning, shaking the bed, and a pair of hands clutching my arm.
"Kelly, it's okay! Wake up!" Amber's voice soothed me, and I blinked my eyes open. I felt my face, and was relieved and shocked to feel soft, smooth skin. I ran my hands down my arms, and felt that they were back to normal too.

"Madam Pomphrey couldn't find a counter-charm, so Dumbledore did one. You're okay now." She gripped my hand tightly. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing!" I said quickly. "Just... erm..."
"I heard you screaming his name..." Amber said, a smile creeping across her face. She imitated me. "Oh, Harry! Harry! No, I won't! Harry, Harry!!"
"It was just..."
"What was he doing to you?" Amber asked, smirking.
"Oh!" I gasped, as I realized her meaning. "Yes... um... that's private business." I said, playing along with it.
"Oooh... really..." Amber punched me playfully in the arm. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone Kelly's having dirty dreams about Harry..."
"Amber!"
"No, I'm serious, you're secret's safe with me." She grinned.
"Whatever..." I shook my head, and swung my legs out of the cot. "So am I free to go?"
"Yeah, Madam Pomphrey said you're all set. Come on, we have Dark Arts next."

A stone seemed to drop in to my stomach at these words. I was the only one who knew that "Moody" was really a deatheater. And of all subjects for him to teach he had to pick Dark Arts... Oh god, what if he made me stay after class so he could put me under another curse... I took a deep breathe and tried to calm myself. Maybe if I just played it cool he wouldn't even recognize me...

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