Disclaimer: I own nothing but the character of Cecily
Chapter 27: Not another Good Luck
Hermione slowly and slumpily walked back to the kitchen where everybody was waiting.
"No luck?" Ginny asked. Hermione shook her head in slight disappointment.
"Lemme try," Harry suggested.
"Alright…," Hermione sighed.
"Good luck. You're gonna need it," Ron added sarcastically.
"Thanks… I think," Harry said, slightly confused.
He started up the stairs. About mid-way, everything suddenly fell silent. Harry looked over his shoulder. Nobody was there. They were gone. Harry shrugged.
Must have gone outside he thought.
Harry took another step, and the stairs creaked, causing Harry to jump and his heart skip a beat.
He took a deep breath, and kept going.
After a few more steps, he finally reached the top.
He walked to the guest bedroom slowly.
He took three steps, reached out his hand, grasped the doorknob, and turned it slowly while taking a step into the room.
He glanced around, and saw Cecily sitting on the edge of the bed, supposedly looking down into her lap.
He hurriedly made his way towards the bed and sat next to Cecily, who seemed not to notice he was there.
Harry looked down at his feet, unsure of the situation, but made the decision to comfort her despite the awkwardness of the whole situation.
He scooted closer and held her hand, feeling a liquid fall rapidly into it.
He looked down at their entwined hands and saw a dark red substance.
"Blood," He whispered to himself.
Letting go of her hand, he looked into her eyes and saw the face of his once-feared enemy again.
Looking around frantically, he grabbed his wand from the nightstand and his hit it behind his back, out of sight.
"Cecily?" Harry nervously asked.
"H-Ha-Harry?" Cecily stumbled, "What's going on? I feel…"
Cecily was in mid-sentence when her eyes completely turned the bloody red that made Harry's stomach turn.
He jumped back, not taking one eye off Cecily's now taken over body.
Harry grasped his wand, held it in front of him; pointing it at Cecily.
Sweat trickled down his forehead and he could hear his own heart beat.
He didn't blink… once.
Cecily stood up and started to shake violently.
Without warning, a dark hooded figure came out of Cecily's body, causing it to be thrown against the wall.
"It's me Harry…," the voice said from under the cloak.
"No… no, It can't be," Harry mumbled.
"Not again…."
A/N: Tee hee.. another cliff hanger:) The sooner you review, the sooner I'll post the next chapter:)