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Chapter 6

Melanie stared into nothing; she was the only one in her compartment on the Hogwart's Express. Victoire had not arrived yet, nor had Teddy, but Melanie felt doomed, and she did not know why.

Finally, the compartment door slid open and Victoire entered and smiled widely at Melanie. Her blonde hair was still as perfect as before, but now her skin was tanned from her vacation in Romania this past summer. Melanie did not turn her head to notice her best friend.

"Mel!" Victoire exclaimed as she ran over to hug Melanie. She did not return the hug, but just sat there, staring as Victoire hugged her.

Victoire looked at Melanie, waved her hand in front of her face, and finally said, "Mel? Are you alright?"

Immediately Melanie snapped back into reality and said, "I'm sorry Vic, but I-I?"

"You what?"

"Never mind," Melanie muttered and Victoire sat down right next to her, remaining silent. She studied Melanie's expression of blankness. She was acting so out of her normal self, and Victoire just knew that something was wrong with her.

"Mel, what happened?" Victoire finally asked. Melanie turned and faced Victoire and tears she had wanted to release, welled up inside her eyes and she began crying. Melanie leaned into Victoire's shoulder and Victoire was shocked, but she hugged Melanie tightly and patted her head.

"I-I-I," Melanie started to stutter out, "I, was s-so aw-awful to m-my m-m-m-mother. I h-had n-n-no cont-trol of m-m-myself. I-I wasn't saying those awful w-w-words." Melanie would have also mentioned the dreams, but no one besides Artemis could know about those. Otherwise her secret would be let out.

"What do you mean you weren't saying them?" Victoire asked, suddenly getting worried for her friend.

"I had no control," Melanie uttered silently. Victoire sighed and knew her paranoia was getting the better of her. Melanie was in control, Victoire thought, she just lost control. Nothing else was controlling her, Victoire reassured herself. It is not like Aunt Ginny. She rubbed Melanie's back as Melanie wept in her shoulder. Melanie then removed herself from Victoire's shoulder and wiped her face with the sleeves of her black shirt. Eventually Melanie was able to calm down. She wiped the tears away from her face and took in a deep breath.

"Thanks Vic," she sighed and looked out the window of the train that was still parked a Platform nine and three quarters. Victoire pitied her friend, but it was Melanie's fault that her mother was angry with her. Knowing Melanie, she could say some nasty stuff.

"So," Victoire said, after a long period of silence, "Did you do the doomed, dead thing I told you?"

Melanie closed her eyes and sighed. She muttered a yes to Victoire and she grew excited as Melanie looked down in pure shame.

"I did it several times, and it all came out dead," Melanie admitted sadly.

"No!" Victoire exclaimed shocked, "This can't be, you and Teddy are perfect!"

Melanie turned away from Victoire and stared out the window of the train again. Victoire then knew she should stop talking, and she reached inside her bag and pulled out a turkey sandwich that her mother, Fleur, prepared for her. They had wanted to save some funds on food and other essentials. Melanie reached inside her own trunk and pet Artemis' head. She had snuck Artemis on board by hiding her in one of the trunk pockets. Artemis had curled up rope-like, and oddly, was fine and comfortable, as she told Melanie before Victoire entered the compartment.

The compartment door slid open for the last time, and it alerted Melanie of existence. Inside stepped in her boyfriend, Teddy Lupin. He smiled widely at her, and his now brown hair flopped in front of his face. Melanie managed to make a weak smile with her mouth as he stepped in.

"Mel, Vic!" He exclaimed happily, "Great to see you guys again!"

"Good to see you Teddy," Melanie uttered monotonously as Teddy plopped himself down next to her. He turned Melanie's head towards himself and pecked her lips lightly, earning an aw from Victoire.

"What's wrong, Mel?" Teddy asked concerned.

"Don't make her cry again!" Victoire yelled, and Teddy put his hands up in defense and his eyes showed confusion. Melanie's lips quivered and she could not help but once again burst into tears. Teddy jumped in shock, but immediately ran to her and hugged her. He whispered soothing and comforting words into her ears. Victoire looked at the two in jealous awe. She wanted a relationship like that.

"What's wrong, Mel?" Teddy asked, completely concerned.

"M-m-my m-m-mother h-h-hates m-m-me," She cried to her boyfriend.

"She doesn't hate you," Teddy cooed in her ear, "What happened?"
"I-I I, was s-so aw-awful to m-my m-m-m-mother. I h-had n-n-no cont-trol of m-m-myself. I-I d-d-didn't m-mean to say those aw-awful w-w-words. She h-hates m-me, she k-ki-kicked m-me out," Melanie replied, stuttering through her uncontrollable tears as Victoire looked on at the couple.

"It's going to be alright," Teddy whispered into Melanie's ear as her brushed through her hair, and she simply hugged tighter. The Hogwarts Express then soared off, leaving everything good behind.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was still the same, warm and inviting. Melanie, Victoire, Teddy, and Teddy's friend Robbie had all arrived off the train and inside, where they awaited their food. Teddy had calmed Melanie down, and no one else saw her weep. Robbie had found their compartment and shared a wink with Victoire whose cheeks immediately turned red.

Teddy and Melanie sat next to each other with Teddy's arm wrapped around her lower back and her head lying on his arm. Her black hair shone on him. Victoire sat with Robbie, and she seemed incredibly happy.

Melanie looked at the staff table, eager to see who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be. No one new sat at the table, and she was utterly confused.

She tapped Teddy's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "There's no new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Teddy laughed and whispered right back, "Oh, he's coming. He did not want to start a craze in here."

Then Melanie said, "You know him?"

He returned with a smirk, "All my life."

Melanie's eyes widened knowingly in shock, and stared at Teddy in wonder. Her mouth gaped open and she shook her head.

"You are kidding! He can't!" she exclaimed, and the whole Gryffindor Table turned and stared at her, Victoire even began to laugh. Her cheeks flushed red of embarrassment.

Teddy then said, "I'm serious."

The whole hall then fell silent as Professor Flitwick opened the doors and led the incoming first years into the hall. He led them past the tables and up to the Sorting Hat. The Sorting Began, and Melanie shuddered at the memory of her first sorting. What the Sorting Hat said still haunted her.

Flitwick began calling the first years up to be sorted, and the rest of the students sat, waiting patiently, and waiting for their delicious meal. Finally the last student, Iris Zabini was sorted into Slytherin, and Professor McGonagall stood up to begin her speech.

"Welcome all, to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she announced happily. Her wispy grey hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she wore the blackish-green robes she always did, but without her hat, "First years, congratulations on your new houses. The day of the sorting is always splendid. Now, let me introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."

The whole hall looked around curiously, trying to find their new professor, right as the hall doors opened once again and everyone stared in shocked wonder at the man who just entered.

"Professor Potter!" Professor McGonagall announced and the whole hall busted into uproarious cheers. Harry smiled and waved at the star-struck students. They only just cheered louder, the hall had never experienced something like this before, and the many professors appeared revoltingly annoyed. Teddy smirked at Melanie who kept clapping her hands, even though she has met Harry before, and Victoire laughed and yelled, "Go Uncle Harry."

The only student in the whole hall that was not cheering was a little boy with messy, black hair at the Gryffindor table, who was sitting bored and had his head lying on the table. His friends did not even try to get him to cheer with them. Then, Melanie remembered that it was James Potter, Harry's son, and that he must not be happy that his father was going to teach.

Then McGongall spoke up again, "Calm down, sit down," she ordered and the students obeyed, "Yes, Harry Potter is your professor for this year only, as he's promised. He will not be living here at the castle, since he has his auror work to do at night. Now enjoy your dinner!" The delicious food immediately appeared at the table, and everyone began digging into the dishes, and scooping as much food as they could fit. Some of the students made some sad noises and Harry finally was seated at the staff table. He smiled at them all, and Professor Longbottom whispered something in his ear, and Harry laughed. Everyone enjoyed their meals, and Melanie saw that almost everyone kept staring at Harry.

Melanie could barely focus on her food, she kept thinking about her mother. Was she okay? Melanie felt so bad, but she had no control of what she was doing or saying. It unnerved her, and she knew something was happening, yet she did not want to tell any of her friends. They would be scared of her. She did not want people to be scared of her. She did not want to be like him. Never.

"Melanie, follow me!" A little girl with a perfectly, sculpted face and black hair wearing a little pink dress called to Melanie. She looked so familiar to Melanie, she could not resist but follow the little girl.

Suddenly she was in a field, chasing the little girl. The field around grew flowers and the clouds soared above. The sun shined greatly, brightening the whole field. The little girl turned and laughed at her nastily and coldly, and Melanie was confused.

The little girl turned around and stopped walking, and seemed dead for a minute. Melanie slowly walked up to the little girl, and the field drew darker, with more clouds above them. The sun disappeared beneath the clouds and lightning struck with the rain. Her hair became wet from the rain, but the little girl's strangely did not.

The girl stared at her, just like death would. Her eyes growing darker, and her face growing gloomier. Suddenly the little girl's height and appearance changed in front of her eyes. She grew and her face slightly rearranged. Her clothes even changed to more mature outfits than the original.

Soon, Melanie was standing in front of a copy of herself. Her copy was wearing tight black clothes, instead of the Hogwarts Uniform that the real Melanie was wearing. The copy looked demented with defined black circles lying around her eyes. She had bright red eyes that shone evilness. Her grimace showed the pure nastiness that lay inside. Melanie screamed a little in shock and her other self-cackled loudly.

"Oh, Melanie," she said laughing.

"Who are you?" Melanie whispered, as she was a tad frightened.

"You, of course," she snapped. Melanie stared at "herself" curiously. She shook her head in frustration and pulled at her hair as she screamed for no reason. Her other-self cruelly laugh. Then, her other reached into a side-pocket and pulled out a knife. She ran her finger over the blade as Melanie stared with wide eyes. The other Melanie took a good long look at the blade and then stared at the real Melanie. The fake extended her arm holding the blade towards the real, and handed it to her. Melanie gently took it from her other self, and stared at the blade.

She looked up and her other demented self was gone, and she was alone in the empty field, with the blade.

Melanie screamed as she woke up from her sleep. She heard Artemis hissing from her spot under the bed, but she ignored her. She had taken the Dreamless Sleep potion; it failed again for the past two nights. Her breathing quicken and her other roommates groaned in exasperation.

"What's wrong, who screamed?" one of them grumbled.

"Me, nightmare," Melanie answered. Her roommates groaned and plopped back down on their beds.

Melanie felt around in her bed, and reached out to her side table, to make sure she took the potion. She grabbed the vial and shook it. It was empty. Then her heart beat faster than before.

She lay the vial down and slid her arm back under the covers. It ran over something sharp and Melanie bounced a bit on her bed in pain. She quickly tore her hand out from under the covers. She brought her finger to her face and licked it. It tasted like salt. Blood.

She opened her covers and stared at her bed in pure fright. She was not even able to utter a scream.

The knife from the dream lay there, with her blood on its tip.

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