Thanks everyone who had read and reviewed! It means a lot to me. I am also sorry for the long delay in updating. Since it is the summer now, I'm going to try to update more often. But crazy me had to take on three chaptered stories at once. Yikes!

Also, quite the shocker last chapter huh. Wait til you read this one.

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Chapter 7

"So good to have you back in class Miss. Hawthorne. I predict not such a good year for you, but it will all be fine in the end I suppose," Professor Trelawney cooed.

Melanie nodded happily. Hogwarts was her true home and she was so glad to be back, though she would never say that to her mother, the one who kicked her out of the apartment. Professor Trelawney placed a hand on Melanie's shoulder and patted it comfortingly. Melanie had stayed after class to help Professor Trelawney clean up after their lesson, where Robbie Pearson, a loyal prankster and receiver of Victoire's affections broke many orbs. Ironically, Trelawney did not suspect him, but she warned that the fates would catch whoever did it soon, causing many people to snicker. Melanie knew that Robbie did it because he was bragging about planning to do it before class began. Melanie then reached down to her robe's pocket and she felt the outline of the dream knife. She did not know what compelled her to bring it. She felt safe when she was carrying it, and it did not occur to her why she did. It had appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly Trelawney let go of Melanie's shoulder and started rocking back and forth.

"Professor!" Melanie exclaimed in fright, staring at Trelawney.

Trelawney's eyes grew wide and her voice grew deep as she began reciting:

"The one born of the muggle almost reaches seventeen

The time of her destiny comes to peak

Three months before time of birth

The facedown since the Dark Lord himself

The Chosen One has the power to vanquish Slytherin

As long as both are around

No peace can be found

For like the one's born father

She will wreak havoc upon those undeserving

Following the path of the ancestor

Hidden in the Lion's den"

Trelawney gasped and shook her head around. She looked at Melanie's shocked expression and said, "Everything alright dear?"

"You just-you!" She stuttered out.

"I what?" Trelawney questioned. Melanie stared at her professor with disbelief written on her face. Tears threatened to seep out of her eyes so she dashed out of the classroom and cried after she climbed down the ladder, skipping Defense Against Dark Arts. She just knew that what Trelawney said was about her. Trelawney had just spoken a prophecy, and her other two known prophecies had came true, so this one must come true too.

Harry Potter just walked around the castle after hours when all the students were off to bed. He knew he should be heading home to Ginny, Albus and Lily, but he could not resist the temptation of being at Hogwarts after hours, especially at a point where he would no longer get in trouble for doing so. He hasn't been here in years, not since McGonagall summoned him to give a Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture. It was a drag, but the students were very entranced with what he had to say. He even recognized a few faces this year. All of the students, mainly the females ones were entranced by him.

A light was soon shone his way and his eyes squinted at the flash.

"Harry? That you mate?" Neville's voice called out from behind the flash.

"Yes, can you lower your light, it's right in my eyes," Harry requested.

"Oh yes, of course," Neville said and he lowered his wand out of Harry's face. "How's your first day been teachings?"

"Good, good, students are very nice, although my son did not seem too pleased with me being here," Harry said and ran a hand through his messy, jet-black hair.

"He'll warm up to you being here, he's a nice boy, taught him last year. Little too many pranks in my class, though he brightens the class, that's for sure," Neville said quickly, "Do you want to get some food in the Kitchens, I'm starved."

Harry agreed to Neville's proposition and the pair chatted as they walked to the familiar kitchens. After Neville tickled the pear, and both of the entered the kitchens happily. The house-elves inside were more than happy to serve the pair of teachers and suddenly, as they were eating tea-cakes, Neville cleared his throat to gain Harry's attention.

"Harry, listen, uh, James, he made all of my plants that I was using during class explode, I had to give him several detentions. He has been a ruckus with many other teachers as well, on just his first day! You've got a born prankster on your hands, but I think you need to speak with him," Neville said sternly.

"I see, yes I'll speak with him, of course. He's been like this the day he was born," Harry said chuckling. "By the way, are there any students I should watch out for? You know any other pranksters?"

"Well," Neville started, "There's one girl, she's not a prankster, she's even a prefect for Gryffindor, but uh, she's not who she seems."

Harry's eyebrows creased and he asked, "Who?"

"Melanie Hawthorne, she's a sixth year." Neville stated.

"If she's not a prankster what's going on with her? I remember that name. I read her name on the attendance today, she did not show up to class," Harry said smirking.

"She's the daughter of Voldemort," Neville responded confidently.

Harry then put his head in his hand and started moving back and forth with his body. His head shook no, and he could not understand how this was possible.

"Explain how you know this," Harry demanded quietly.

Neville gulped and he said, "All the staff, well you know how we discover muggle-borns, we thought she was a muggle-born. I was the one sent to tell her what she is. Of course, like everyone else she was ecstatic. Her mother was a muggle and she did not have a father. I then found out she could speak to snakes, and her mother sent her out of the room and her mother told me she was raped by a snake-looking man on Christmas Eve, 1997. I instantly knew who she was talking about and Melanie knows because she was snooping and listening. It's just scary, she's a reincarnation of Voldemort."

After that, neither of them spoke for a while as Harry was trying to suck all of this information in. Neville stared at Harry's face, studying his expression and he could tell that Harry was aggravated.

"Godric's Hallow?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Neville said.

"It's my fault," Harry groaned.

"What do you mean?" Neville asked.

"Hermione and I were there that night. We went to see my parent's graves. We were then lured into Bathilda Bagshot's house by who we thought was Bathilda, but it turned out to be Nagini inside her body. Voldemort came, but Hermione and I escaped just in time, on that exact night. It's my fault that thing was ever created," Harry moaned.

"Don't say that, Miss. Hawthorne is another life," Neville said angrily.

"How is she in Gryffindor?" Harry immediately asked, ignoring what Neville just said.

"I don't know, but I can tell that she is very cunning and ambitious, she doesn't seem that brave. The Sorting Hat must have had some ulterior motive. It's not normal, I mean, she's Slytherin's heir for Merlin's sakes," Neville answered.

"I'm going home," Harry said and he left the kitchens to leave to Hogsmeade, then he apparated back home to Ginny, Lily and Albus.

Melanie was patrolling the halls, looking for anyone that was out of bed. She was a prefect; it was her job to check on everything after hours. Teddy was supposed to do the rounds with her, but he said he was feeling sick, so she let him sleep. It was around 11 pm, and Melanie was starting to feel very tired. She did not get any sleep after she woke up from her dream, and she was afraid to go to sleep again. She could feel her dream's knife in her robe pocket. It protected her, like it had a life force of its own. Her exhaustion told her that she must go to sleep that night.

She turned the corner on the second floor. After she checked this floor, she decided that she could head back to the Gryffindor Common Room and go to sleep.

"Hawthorne?" A voiced called out on the floor and Melanie almost groaned. She hated other people. She did not want to talk to anyone. She had never been popular and stuck to Victoire and Teddy. She did not like anyone else at this school, except for some teachers. Her roommates, besides Victoire, annoyed her. Of course, Victoire could be very annoying herself.

"Yes," she said as she turned around. She saw a Slytherin at the other end of the hallway, judging by the green on his uniform. She recognized him as Zach Flint, one of the Slytherin prefects in her year, judging by the badge on his chest. She knew he had a twin, but Melanie could barely remember anyone's names. Zach was lucky she knew his. She had rarely ever spoken to him except when she was forced to. He walked closer to her and Melanie did not care to move away.

He did not say anything as he inched towards her, when he was a few inches away Melanie began backing up but he kept moving towards her, both of them saying nothing. Her back then crashed into the wall and Zach was a mere inch away from her.

"You're very pretty Melanie," Zach said as he stroked her cheek.

"What do you want you bastard," Melanie said, turning cold. Her mind went numb, and something new was taking over her head. Zach ripped her shirt open in one second and stroked her breasts as she was frozen in her state of mind. She could not control herself and something was deciding to take charge in her body, and it was not Zach. Zach started kissing her body and she shudder involuntarily. Melanie could feel what was happening to her, but she could not move her arms, her legs or anything. Whatever was in control was waiting to strike.

Zach ripped her pants open and his own, and he was about to rape her when whatever was in charge of her body ripped the knife from her pocket and stabbed him straight in the face. Zach did not have time to scream and he dropped dead on the ground when whatever was controlling Melanie's body ripped it out of his face.

Melanie then regained control of herself and back further against the wall as she started to weep. 'I killed someone' was the only thought that kept running through her head over and over again. She knew that she did not bring the strike, but it was her body that did so. It was her fault, even if he was going to rape her or not. She was scared of herself; she lost control of her body, her voice, her arms, her legs, her fingers, her toes, just like with the situation with her mother. All she could do was think and that was hard to do with that thing controlling everything she was doing, whatever that thing was. She only regained control when all was lost. She fell to the floor and stared at Zach's dead body.

What felt like an hour went by and no one came or noticed Melanie slumped on the ground staring at Zach's dead body with the blood from his face falling in a pool around his head.

Soon she was able to use her wand to fix her uniform blouse, she buttoned up her skirt and she scourgified the blood off of herself. She ran away back to the common room, soared to her dormitory and cried. Victoire was not even in the room to comfort her best friend. She took her potion and went to sleep quickly, with the guilt fading away from her conscience.

"Melanie the murderer, Melanie the murderer, Melanie the murderer," something sang around her, filling her eardrums, not stopping. She was in an empty cavern with water slowly dripping from the ceiling, plopping on the ground.

"Leave me alone!" Melanie shrieked at the top of her lungs.

"KILL THE MUDBLOODS!" A deep voice yelled, causing the cavern to shake and the cavern began to fall apart. The roof of the cavern began to break into many pieces. It all fell down in a shamble, crushing Melanie's body, slashing her chest. Her chest squirted out blood and it stopped once it was fully covered with rocks, making all of her ribs break.

Melanie woke up screaming. Her roommates were alerted and Victoire jumped to her side and she settled the other girls down.

"Melanie what happened?" She asked nervously, "Another bad dream?"
"Horrible dream," Melanie uttered as she shuddered. Melanie pushed down her covers since her body was sweating uncontrollably from her nerves, and she needed to cool off. Melanie did not expect it, but suddenly, Victoire screamed and the other girls were alerted once again.

"Melanie!" She exclaimed, "Your chest!"

Melanie was confused but then she looked at her chest which was covered by her sleeping shirt. It was fully stained with her blood. She tore her shirt off and grimaced at the pain it gave her, and saw a large gash etched across her chest, just like in her dream.

She fainted.

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-Simply Paranoia ( I changed my penname, I used to be Miss. Caroline Potter, just in case you were confused)