Cursed

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters in this story.

Chapter 3: Halucinations prt.1

Harry awoke from his nap feeling rested and refreshed. As he noticed the time, he realized that classes were over, and it was just about time for Dinner.

He got out of bed, stretching his arms and went down to the main hall to see his friends.

"Hey", he greeted as he sat down to join them.

"Harry!", Hermoine practicall shouted. "Where have you been? I heard that Madame Pomfrey let you out hours ago."

"Yeah. I ended up falling asleep, like the second I came back."

"Hey Ron", Harry greeted, not wanting to be rude to his other friend.

"Hey man", Ron answered back, not really making eye contact with him.

Hermoine slurped some spegghetti, and noticed Harry hadn't gone up to get food. "Are'nt you hungry?"

Harry just looked at her with his mouth wide open, giving her no answer.

"Harry?"

Harry was staring at her plate, noticing that the slimy long noodles she was shoveling into her mouth, were moving and wiggling about.

"Harry you ok?" Neville, who sat diagnolly from him asked, slurping one very large nightcrawler into his mouth.

Harry turned pale in digust. Was this some kind of joke? Everyone looked at him, confused. Wondering what was wrong.

"..um", Harry spoke almost inaudibly. "..I'm not hungry."

"Come on Harr'", Seamus argued. "Eat", he teased as he waved a forkful of worms infront of Harry's face.

Harry backed away in disgust. But Seamus only brought it closer to his mouth.

To everyones surprise, Harry smacked the fork away. "Stop it! What's wrong with all of you?"

Everyone fell silent at Harry's sudden outburst.

"Jeez. Sorry", Seamus apoligized.

"Harry-", Hermoine began.

"Forget it", Harry cut her off, as he left the table.

Ron and Neville gave each other a look.

"What do you think that was about?" Hermoine asked.

"I don't know", Ron answered. "But he freaked out on me earlier to."

"What do you mean?"

"I was just going to get some books, when he jumped me"

"What?" Hermoine asked, as all their other friends leaned in closer.

"Yeah. He went nuts after he saw some pillow feathers on the ground. Saying that they were Hedwigs, and they were covered in blood."

"Oh my god. Why would he think that? ...Should we tell a teacher?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe he's still just a little sick."

"... Maybe."

After he left the hall, Harry went right back up to his dorm. He didn't know what to think. First he sees blood, then worms. Was he going crazy? He had to be seeing things. Hermoine would never eat worms. Even if it was a joke. 'Unless...'He thought about another possibility. 'Ugh. They probably just used a charm to make it look like worms.' He mentally scolded himself for being so dumb. That was it. Thank god, he wasn't going crazy. 'I'll have to make sure I apoligize next time I see them.'

After Dinner, Ron, Neville and Seamus went to their dorm. When they entered, Harry was working on some homework. They all locked eyes on him, when they realized he was their.

"Hey", Ron practically whispered.

"Hey", Harry answered back. "...Sorry about dinner" he apoligized quickly,wanting to get it off his back.

"Forget about it", Ron replied casually as the matter was quickly dismissed.

Neville and Ron started doing their homework as well. Every now and then they would sneek glances at Harry to see if he was doing anything peculiar. But he kept working on his homework, quietly.

Harry could feel them looking at him. After a while he became uncomfortable and slightly annoyed, so he gathered up his homework as quickly as he could and left to find a place where he could be alone.

Shortly he found himself in the Griffindor Common room. Though he was not alone, there were only a few people. People who had no knowledge of his recent outbursts. So he sat down and finished his homework in peace. After he finished his work, he started on an essay that was not due for another week. He figured he might as well work on it now, since he didn't feel like seeing his friends at the moment.

He didn't even notice that he had been alone for the past two hours, as he lost track of the time. He gazed down at his watch, looking surprised. It was midnight. Amazingly he had not gotten in trouble. Apparently, a certain head boy had slipped on his duties. Which of course Harry was extremely greatful for. But rather than push his luck, he packed up his belongings quietly and went to his room.

Luckily everyone was asleep, and he was able to sneek in undetected and slip into his bed. He fell asleep fairly quickly, welcoming his usual nightmares that he knew he would never escape from.

The night had been a rough one indeed. First he did not have that much time to sleep. And the time he did spend sleeping, he'd been having nightmares. Strange ones at that. All he remembered where grotesque images. People without eyes, others on fire. Babies screaming... Though still tired and a bit groggy, he was happy to be awake.

He rolled over to the side of his bed and wiped the dampness from his brow.

"Mornin'", Ron greeted, slipping on his shirt.

Harry looked over to see Rons smiling face pop out from his shirt as he pulled it over his head. "Morning."

"You allright?" Ron asked, looking wearily at his friend.

"Yeah", Harry answered, dragging his hand back and forth through his damp hair, making it spike up in different directions. "Just a nightmare."

"Oh", Ron replied, feeling a bit awkward. They had not talked in a while. For what reason, Ron wasn't really sure. All he knew was that something was up with Harry, and as usual, he was going to keep it to himself. Usually Ron would manage to find out what was wrong. But after Harry threw him to the ground, and then yelled out a Seamus the other night, Ron decided to just stay out of Harry's way for now. "Well, see you at breakfast."

" 'kay". Harry was then left to himself. He fell back on his mattress, and rubbed his face roughly. He really didn't want to get up. But if he wasn't at breakfast, then that would just give people another excuse to ask questions. So as slowly as he could, he rolled back out of bed and got dressed.

As Harry perused the options for breakfast, he was very careful in his choice, afraid that his food might turn into something grotesque. Finally he decided on a muffin.

"Morning Harry", Hermoine greeted, stirring her oatmeal.

"Morning".

Hermoine took notice of Harry's disheveled look. Though adorable. It was an obvious sign that either he was feeling ill, or did not get a decent nights sleep. Luckily for Harry, Hermoine had been forewarned by Ron that she should probably leave him alone. So their was no interrogation.

Though there was plenty of coversation at the table, Harry played no part in it. He was too occupied in staring carefully at his food, while he ate it, making sure that it did not transform into something disgusting.

Though breakfast went well, as far as his muffin went. The same could not be said for the rest of Harry's day.

While attending Ancient history, the young wizard was in the middle of a test. As he was focused on the paper in front of him, he noticed he was running out of ink and dipped his quil and continued writing.

Quickly he noticed the last word he'd written was red rather than black. He looked to the end of his quil and saw that it dripped with a sticky, crimson substance.

He furrowed his brow, confused. 'Look's like blood', he thought. But his better judgement knew that that was impossible. He looked to the person sitting next to him, wondering if he'd noticed. The boy noticed Harry looking, but only covered his paper, thinking he was cheating.

Harry chuckled inwardly at the Hufflepuff. 'Like I'd really cheat off of you.'

Turning back to his own paper, Harry dipped his finger in the ink bottle,curiously. Looking at his now bloody finger, he wondered if he should tell the teacher at this point. As he looked up to the front of the classroom, the ink bottle tipped over, and blood ran down the table, covering his paper and his hands.

Both Harry and the boy sitting next to him gasped. "Aww", the Hufflepuff grumbled as the substance got on his robes.

"Sorry!", Harry apoligized, though more in shock about the blood covering his hands.

"Harry Potter!" The Teacher interrupted, hearing the small commotion. Harry looked up to her, not sure how to explain himself.

"Huuuh", she sighed loudly. "Go the bathroom and clean up."

All the students were now looking over, and a few of them began to chuckle. Harry left the classroom quickly.

He walked quickly through the empty halls, with his hands infront of him.

Once he reached the bathroom, he quickly headed for the sink and turned the faucet.

The water ran black.

An: Sorry for the long wait. But I just thought it was getting corny. But I'll let you guys decide if I should continue or not. Next chapter (if you want one): Halucinations prt.2