I didn't feel like leaving everyone hanging so here's the next chapter! Enjoy and please review!

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Having Harry's Destiny- The voice screams

It had taken Megan a while to realize that this haunting voice belonged to the deceased Harry Potter. His friends always talked about how kind he was, how caring he was, how this he was, how that he was. She wondered what they would do if they knew what their precious Harry had been saying to her. When she was slow blocking him out she heard talk of pain and sacrifice. Sacrifice for the greater good or some other bull. She hated him. He tortured her mind and soul night and day.

When she entered the dinning room the usual hush fell over its occupants. The usual glare from Ron.

Well at least nothing's changed here. She thought dryly. She sat down and began pushing her food around her plate. She had always been thin but had been losing weight rapidly these past few months.

They had been talking about Harry. She could tell by the teary eyes and the accusing glances in her direction. There was an occasional cough and an exchange of looks. Dumbledore and one of the other adults talked listlessly of some random subject. The others half pretended to pay attention.

Somebody's not too popular. The voice snickered.

Shut up and get out of my head. She ordered.

I'm not just in your head. There was a flashback of the horrible cold breath that had filled her lungs in the moment Harry died.

What are you talking about? She hissed

You'll see… the voice snickered

What did you do to me? You did something to me then didn't you!

It's more like; what am I going to do to you? He snickered

GET OUT! GET OUT! JUST GET OUT! She screamed. Her body began shaking with rage.

"What is wrong with you girl?" Snape asked snapping her back to the world around her. Everyone was giving her looks of slight curiosity and detest. But no one looked worried or had even the slightest hint of sympathy in their eyes. She couldn't take it any more. She slammed her fist onto the table and flew out of her chair, knocking it over. Her cup tipped over and spilt its contents onto the table but she ignored it.

"I did not kill Harry." She said through clenched teeth. "So stop acting like it's all my fault." They looked at her in shock. She started to rush out of the room but Ron's words stopped her.

"Why you little-"

"WHAT?" she wheeled. "You don't know me, you never bothered to get to know me, so don't even try to judge me!"

"My best friend DIED!" he raged. "NOT TO METION THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD SAVE THE WORLD FROM eminent DOOM! SO ESCUSE ME IF I DON'T THINK THIS IS THE BEST SITUATION IN THE WORLD!"

"You don't understand! When Harry died he went to heaven, when he died I went to HELL! He was the lucky one NOT ME!"

You're forgetting I'm right here."

"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!" She started to say more but a pain in her head stopped her. She turned and stumbled out of the room.

"Both of you?" Hermoine asked the others. "Who else was she talking to?" The shook their heads to indicate that they had no idea.

"She's bloody crazy that's what." Ron mumbled.

Stay away from me! She screamed at the voice.

Too late…

She had let her defenses down. He was coming. She could hear his screams of victory. She had to run. She ran toward the stairs unaware that the others were watching her from the doorway. Only a few steps up the pain overpowered her. She desperately grabbed her head in her hands.

"NOOOO!" she cried. There was a flash in her mind and she stumbled backwards to escape it only to fall down the stairs. The others rushed over to her side. She shook her head and slowly opened her eyes. They gasped. There was a film over her eyes.

"Megan?" Mrs. Weasley whispered, but she didn't seem to realize they were there for they could see her dark eyes darting to and fro beneath the film. They stopped abruptly on spot on the stairs. She stumbled franticly to her feet.

"Stay away from me you bastard!" she hissed pointing at the spot on the stairs. The others were shocked. Even though what Megan had said earlier about not knowing her was true, they knew that she hated cuss words. They had learned not to utter them around her or get a threatening look.

You can't escape this, Megan. He seemed almost sad but she didn't care. If he were truly sad, he wouldn't be torturing her like this. She ran blindly down the hall, feeling along the wall for a doorway. She found one and rushed into the living room. The others followed her as she stumbled around the couch and reached the opposite wall. She was searching franticly for a way out and then froze suddenly.

MEGAN! He was coming. I'm in you, we are in you. You can't physically run from me.

To the watchers horror she whipped out her wand and pointed it at them. Then they realized she wasn't actually pointing at them but at the wall beside them. As if on cue a figure made of mist and fog appeared where she was staring. It was vague and hard to make out.

"Megan…" it whispered.

"NNNNNOOOO!" she screamed in pure terror. They could feel it bounce off the walls and clasp at their hearts. Even with the film covering them, they could still see it clearly in her eyes. Not even Voldemort at his worst could have inspired this unadulterated terror.

Lupin took out his wand and went to get between her and the figure but one full on look at the specter stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Oh my god…" he stared in shock. The others rushed forward to get a better look. They froze. The face of the figure was just tangible enough to be recognizable. It was Harry.

"Hhharry?" Hermione whispered. He didn't acknowledge their presence or show any sign of hearing them.

"How is a wand going to help you?" he addressed Megan. "You're forgetting I'm dead already."

She was crying. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. She would have collapsed but fear kept her upright.

The others looked closer at the figure. It was Harry all right, but then why was she so scared of him? Had he done something to her? Something she hadn't told them about? They shivered. This wasn't like the Harry they knew.

"It must be done." He said. A ball of light appeared in his hand. They could hear Megan sobbing in the background.

"No…no…no." she sobbed desperately begging for mercy. Nobody moved to protect her. This was Harry after all. He wouldn't hurt her. Would he?

He took the ball and shaped into a long thing sword of light. He raised it above his head.

"This will be done!" In a flash he was in front of Megan. She let out a blood-curdling scream. He brought the sword down upon her head in one swift movement. There was a flash and everything went black.

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Well? Creepy? And yes Harry is being major OC but he just died, he has a right to be grumpy.

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