Chapter 6

As we reached the Dungeons, Professor Dumbledore turned to me and said, "Isabella, do exactly what I say from here on it. Do I make myself clear??"

"Crystal clear, sir." I said with out faltering.

He opened the door, and all the students turned to look at the door.

"Everyone, listen up...please collect your belongings, and go to your common rooms. Do not take any detours. Please, go!" he said.

All the students grabbed their things and headed toward the door. As Hermione passed me, she grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I nodded to her in appreciation. When she let go, I felt another hand grab mine. When I looked, I saw the most brilliant light surrounding him.

"I'll be here for you when you need me...whenever and where ever you need me." Harry said to me and with that he left the room.

"Now, I want to know what you did with Professor Snape? Where is he? Is he in one of the lower dungeons?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"It's me, Dumbledore. Snape, in all my glory. Why would you think it isn't me?" he asked.

"I know for a fact that you are not the real Professor Snape. The real Professor Snape did not fear what Miss Isabella is. He loved the Banshee within her. He would never want to hurt her in anyway." Dumbledore said glancing at me.

"Sir, what are you talking about? How could he love me?" I asked.

"You miss understand me, Isabella. I said he loves the Banshee within you. He fell in love with a Banshee when he was younger." he told me. "But now, back to the subject at hand. I can make you tell me, or you can volunteer. Which do you prefer?"

"Always black or white with you isn't it Dumbledore? I guess we will have to do this the hard way then..." and with that the impostor drew his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Ahh, Mr. McNair...I see you have become even more foolish and reckless with old age creeping up on you." Dumbledore said with a laugh.

"We'll see about that Old Man," he said, "I am not afraid of you."

Curses started flying everywhere around me...I couldn't shake the emotions in the room. I could feel despair creeping into my stomach, rising up into my chest.

"Isabella, let it consume you...it's alright my child. Let go...do as I say now. Unleash the Banshee!" Dumbledore requested.

I did what I was told...I let the despair, fear, and hopelessness consume me. I noticed my hair turned pure white, my nails started to grow, and my teeth formed fangs just like a vampire. All I remember is letting go.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" I screamed. Not just any scream, but the highest pitch scream that can break glass. I reared back and flung my arms back and screamed again. "Ahhhhh!!!"

I looked at the impostor, and cocked my head to the side, starring at him. Studying him. Wondering. Suddenly, I lunged at him, tackling him to the floor. Swinging my arms back and forth, clawing at his face, and body. I wanted to tear this man apart. Nothing could save him now...

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. A hand, a warm touch, full of...love? Suddenly, I was me again. Black hair, regular teeth, and nails. Just plain me, and he did it with just a touch. I looked down at the man that I was sitting on. He looked frightened, frightened of me, and what I had become.

"Serves him right," I thought, "he should have thought better than to try and kill me."

Harry grabbed my arm, and escorted me out of the room. When we got into the corridor, he hugged me.

"Are you okay? I was worried about you. I heard you scream. I had to come help you." he said.

"I'm fine now. How did you know? How did you know what to do to calm me?" I asked.

"I didn't know. I just thought that you needed to be showed that people here really do care a lot about you, and are willing to show you that love." he said.

"Thank you so much. I really do enjoy having friends like you, and Hermione...and Ron too. I have never had that before." I said.

"We enjoy having you here too...Hermione is excited for the first time because she has a friend (that's a girl) that she can tell everything to and know that her secrets will not be spilled." he said.

I laughed, hugging him again.