Chapter Four: Wish One

Detention had been, well detention there wasn't anything pleasant about it, was there ever? And with the constant thought of the dark lord lingering in the back of a certain someone's mind it didn't help one bit.

Walking back in silence Ron yawned silently his mind on something else, though unknown to Harry who walked behind his friend hanging onto the stair railing.

'I haven't heard that voice,' the black haired boy thinks his feet on auto, 'not since that encounter,' hearing a distant chuckle his feel stop dead in there tracks. Ron thankfully was too tired to pay any attention at the moment, though he'd wonder where Harry was later. Turning on his heals Harry retraces his steps back to the trophy room his heart pounding, 'I wasn't seeing things,' Harry states trying to calm himself, 'but he can't be here,'

'And who says that?' the devilish voice speaks up finally.

Flinching, the voice again felt as if sent directly to his brain alone, "Where are you?" Harry asks glancing around his surrounding, seeing nothing but startled paintings and rotating stair cases.

As if he could feel the other grinning ear to ear, 'Why do you want to know?' he asks throwing in another word, 'Harry,'

Shivering he felt ice blue eyes on him from all directions, and not just the paintings, no this was something else; something, different. The feeling started off making him shutter as he tried to find the source, though as it proved futile the feeling mutated. Turning into a burning sensation that, as disturbed as he was getting, aroused him, 'w-what are you doing?'

'Find me,' the voice laughs evilly the idea of a cat and mouse game in such a place amusing him.

Growling the black haired boy fights the feeling, 'he's messing with me,' Harry says fueling his own hatred. Clenching his fists his feet take off in a direction before he could even think of a direction to go in. 'w-where,'

Blinking the voice had died away as did the feeling that slowly tingled into nonexistence, his feet confident in where they were headed, though his mind wasn't so sure. Rounding a corner a thought hits him in the head, "Why didn't I think of it," he mumbles stopping of his own free will at the entrance to the girl's bathroom. 'The Chamber,'

His foot shifting as he steps forward his hand resting on the door pushing it open, sliding in. The sound of a dripping foist could be heard but Moaning Myrtle wasn't in site, 'I wonder where she is,' he thinks the bathroom for once normal looking. No overflowing toilets or sinks, nothing broken well he wasn't positive but he wasn't going to inspect the bathroom he knew already where he was headed.

Circling the round sinks he finds the one that stuck out from the others, his soft fingertips tracing the outline of the metallic snake on the water foist. Stepping back his parseltongue does the work for him, the sinks pulling away that one in particular dropping down a whole in the ground appearing. Taking a deep breath the boy jumps sliding down the tubes exercising his vocal cords forgetting what it was like to go down this thing, after all it was a feeling of the unexpected that made it fun yet terrifying at the same time.

Flying out of the tube landing in a pile of old bones he was happy he didn't get speared right there. It was dirtier then before, though who could complain now that the basilisk was gone, he wasn't much of a clean snake to begin with. Standing up, the bones crunch beneath his feet as if fresh snow would, though this having a snap to them such as a twig or tree branch falling to the ground.

Feeling for his wand it still remained at his waist, 'good,' he thinks reaching the end of the bone pile. Drawing the magical stick, one could never be too cautious around Voldemort, the mere mention of his name lighting a fire for Harry's hatred; something he had a lot of lately.

The tunnel smelled the same, which baffled him. With the basilisk dead the decay would stick it up, with a thought hitting him. He carelessly came down here with no return, and stuck with a dead decaying basilisk, the though made his stomach turn. Adding to the fact he didn't eat anything prior was something to sigh relieved about but, still the feeling remained the same regardless.

"Harry, Harry," the dark lord devilishly hisses resulting in an echo from every were, "Tisk tisk,"

Hearing the first thing that was on his mind his thoughts shift again his head feeling light, "-Shit," he gasps unable to fight his body the grip on his wand loosening the object slipping from his grasp hitting the floor followed by himself. "I wish I wasn't here,' he mumbles softly unaware he'd made such a request his eyes fluttering fighting to close.

Slipping away; into the darkness.

"Harry," a girl's voice says tapping his cheek, "wake up Harry,"

Jerking away from her touch the boy turns away concealing his face from view, "No," he mumbles no moving.

Drawing back, "Oh," she says discussed covering her nose, "Where have you been! You're filthy!" her brown hair waving as she stated this. Groaning again Harry finds that no motivation to move, he stunk, who didn't. "Harry!" Hermione stops hands on her hips, "Get up right now! You're going to stink up the common room!"

Raising his arm he waved her off, as if to leave him, "I'm fine," he mumbles trying to ignore her.

Stomping her foot again she pulls her wand out, "That's it Harry! Accio water!" she sternly says waiting for it to happen. Her eyes closed he wand goes back to his designated spot a trail of water floating in the middle of the room stops above Harry dropping itself all over him.

Jumping from the couch the breath stolen from him this dreamless state gone, "Blood hell, why'd you do that!" he yells seeing the brown haired girl standing in front of him.

"Harry you wouldn't budge," Hermione states fighting back a chuckle at his expression, "And besides you stink,"

Looking offended and confused, "It's nice to see you too," Harry replies not liking that comment about his smell. Taking a whiff himself however, he had to agree with her, "oh," his face turns, "What is this?" he asks looking at her.

"You're asking me?"

Blinking, 'well that wouldn't really make since,' he thinks lost, "What happened?"

Shrugging, "I just came downstairs to read and found you here," she shrugs waving her hand in front of her nose. "Pew Harry please, go take a bath I think the water made it worse," looking away she turns around fully shuttering running off.

Watching her leave his eyes glance down at his clothing, "A repellent," he immediately says hearing an amused chuckle that wasn't his, nor anyone else's there was no one else in the room.

'You're first wish has been granted,' Voldemort states enjoying this amusement.

"Wish," the black haired boy repeats lost, "But I didn't,"

'Oh but you did,' his voice hisses, 'and you've two more to go,'

Turning his stench starting to get to him, "And what happens after that?" he asks heading for the portrait down the hall. It was dark, but he could avoid getting caught he seemed to be good at that by now.

No answer came from the dark lord.

Maneuvering down the stairs finding the corridor he makes it to the boys bathroom, sighing he heard no one else so he had to be alone. And rounding the corner seeing no one in the tub or around there, he was alone.

Slipping off his robes the water starts to fill the huge tub as the stench seemed to stick to him, 'what did I get into?' he asks himself again trying to remember.

'Its useless,' the lord grins devilishly.

"What do you mean useless?" Harry questions turning around forgetting the man wasn't there. Growling his shoes slip off his undergarments going too before slipping into the warm bath water his sighs relieved, "This feels so good," he mumbles his eyes closing relaxing.

Grinning, "Do you know what feels even better?" Voldemort asks his shadow cast on the wall the moonlight shining through the glass windows.