A Note from the Author; Sorry for the late update, had to rewrite this chapter, I didn't like the previous version of it. I hope you enjoyed reading, my loves!
I couldn't ask for a car ride, the elves would just tell my parents. Even if I did ask for one, the cares couldn't get me to Hogwarts. The train to Hogwarts wouldn't be an option, as it's late out and it wouldn't be running till a few days before classes started back up. Using the Floo Network would let the department of transportation know, causing questions for my father. I hadn't learned Apparition yet. The only option I had was to fly to the school.
Looking across the hall way I saw the door of my brother. Leaving my suitcase there I walked across the hallway towards the door. Taking hold of the door knob. Pausing before I turned it. This would be the first time this door moved for years. Taking a breath, I pushed the door open. I took in the sight of his room. Untouched.
The square room with a large bed in the middle. With a wardrobe close to the window, with a desk opposite side of the bed. The rooms colors reminded me of the sky, with an elegant feel. The first thing that caught my eyes was the thing I was looking for, a broom stick. Walking to it I picked it up, biting my lip. I left the room, shutting the door. Tucking it under my arm, I took a hold of my suit case, walking down the stairs quietly. Not stopping till I was at the bottom, opening the door. The cool night air was nice. Almost soothing me.
Quietly, I walked outside, shutting the door behind me. Looking to Capone I picked him up off my shoulder, placing him inside my shirt, feeling his little claws against the top of my chest.
"Sit here my love" I whispered, he seemed to understand as he used his front paws to hold onto my shirt. getting on the room I floated off the ground a bit, turning back, quickly doing the motion of the levitation charm, causing my suitcase to float off the ground, close to me. I than placed my wand into my right hand, the hand I wouldn't use to steer the broom. Then I was off, into the sky, being followed by my case, that followed wherever my wand pointed.
Up in the air was nice. Then again it's always nice not to have to worry about being knocked into when you're not on the ground. The inky black and blue sky surrounding me, like a canopy, and endless abyss. With tiny sparkling stares scattered all over it. While below me was the ground, with a few flat clouds that were spread-out. The milky cotton balls looked soft. While above me, to the left, the heavenly glow of the moon shined down, shining onto everything below it. The cool air was chilling my cheeks, surly they were as red as they could be. As I flew amongst the magical sky. The infinite beauty of the night sky, I wouldn't mind flying up here, it was so peaceful.
After a few short hours of enjoying the glow of the night sky, I was finally at Hogwarts. Landing as close to the doors as I could, I jumped off the broom. Tucking my wand into a pocket, taking my bad arm out of the sling. Which hurt like a, well, a bad arm. I placed the broom into the bad hand, figuring it'd be easier to carry, that to drag my suit case, to the dorms.
As had reached the hidden door to the dorms, ready to whisper the password, I was grabbed, by the shoulder and whipped around. Shocked be the sudden grab and turn, I had instinctively dropped everything in my hands, and whipped out my wand, point it up. Thinking of the first spell that came to mind, Confundo, causing whomever to step back letting me go.
"Bloody hell, girl" Hissed the man, I knew to be Filch. Did this guy have a bell alerting him when I'm at this spot in the school?! "You're coming with me, girl" He ordered. I let out a huff, refusing to follow, when he realized I wasn't moving he narrowed his pale blue eyes. "Now girl"
With a groan I walked. Being led down the corridors. Only to be called to stop, by Quirrell. I felt my gut tighten up as the man walked closer.
"I've go-got word that Huff-Hufflepuffs are out Filch" He stuttered, I didn't like this situation. Much rather wanting to be in Snapes office, being told I'd be on the stupid quidditch team for another game, " -Ravenclaw?" Quirrell questioned, looking down at me acting almost shocked, it felt fake though. As it likely was. I didn't want to deal with this man.
Filch then responded, "Caught her just outside of her commons room" I didn't even roll my eyes at the response, how vague it was, I was to busy studying Quirrell. Trying to read him, with the Legilimency charm, which I was either doing it wrong, of the goon was blocking it. With Occumency I'd assume. I then tuned back into what was going on as Filch walked pass Quirrell, leaving me with my suspicions and the man that I was suspicious of. "Take her to Snape, I'll get the puffs."he had called back.
What, the bloody hell? I took a step back. I could feel Capone shaking against my chest, trying to get close. He must fear Quirrell too. Which he was right to. I was afraid of him also. Not enough to show it however.
With quick movements, an a hand on my neck I was shoved up against the wall. I couldn't feel the ground under my feet. I grabbed a hold of the wrist of the hand holding me against the wall, my shoulder had erupted with pain.
Quirrells face was so close, his hot breath hitting my face as he spoke, "Who did you tell about our incident?" He demanded.
"No one" I lied, kicking my feet, trying to get loose. Thinking of Capone, he wasn't where he was before. Where was he? I mentally hoped he could hear my prayer, that he was alright, and getting help. With my bad hand I reached for my wand. But it wasn't there.
Then my movement, my struggles were stopped, by a familiar voice, "She's being honest, she told no living human." The voice made my heart stop, and goosebumps rise, "the girl, she knows you're not to be trusted." I quickly tried to clear my mind, realizing the voice, or Quirrell was using Legilimency. As my mind cleared the voice started to chuckle, a dark chuckle, that could kill, "She's aware of the charm's I'm using. A sharp mind, almost to par. Show her to me."
Quirrells eyes, then got big, this time with true fear, his grip had loosened around my neck, "I don't think that would be wise sir" He spoke with a shaking voice.
"Do it!" The voice hissed. Quirrell than reached his hand back, up to the purple turban on his head. When he was focused on unwrapping the purple head-dressing, I took the chance. I swung my head back, till I felt the wall, and sharply brought my head forward, headbutting him, causing him to release me and stumble back. I was dropped to the ground, falling to my knees, I gasped for air. Holding my neck, rubbing it softly, grateful to be able to take full deep breaths. I then saw my wand was next to me, must've fell out of my pocket when I was SHOVED.
Point my wand at a somewhat shocked Quirrell, who was pointing his wand at me, quickly, in unison with, we then spoke the same curse, "Crucio!"
I I had dropped to the ground, feeling my body strain as, I rolled on to my back. Seeing the professor on his knees. I couldn't see if he feel to the ground, as the pain was to distracting. I couldn't begin to explain the amount of pain I was in. It was worse than my shoulder was back during quidditch, this pain wrapped around my body. I had to get this curse off of me, or I needed to toughen up and get back up and run. Not being able to think of any spells that would be able to aid me. I was left with one option.
With the aid of the wall near me I managed to get to my feet, my knees locked, I had to lean on the wall. Looking to Quirrell, seeing something odd, it looked as if he were standing with his back towards me, but his face was towards me. Did he twist his neck? No. He looked different now, with oddly colored eyes, that weren't blue, and he had no eyebrows, making him look freaky. I pointed my finger, I needed to run, I needed to get away. I couldn't fight him, not with the pain taking over.
In an attempt I tried to take a step, only to fall down on my right shoulder, I couldn't tell it's pain from the rest. The I tried to get to my knees, only to feel a gust of air shove me hard against the wall, once again.
The voice then spoke,"kill her, now!", this made me hurry.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort" Quirrell responded. The name made want to scream, Instead I grabbed a hold of my wand, I couldn't die, not without telling people.
I then jerked my body, pushing myself off the ground as i then cased a jinx, "Flipendo" Before Quirrell could get his spell off, before he could kill me. He was than sent backwards, or forwards, just away from me. While I sat almost in a kneeling position, but fully sitting on my legs.
Then I could hear it, yelling. Someone was in the corridor. I was going to be helped. Quirrell must've heard the voice also as he turned his face, the one with his normal eyes, not the creepy eyebrow less face. He must've realized, if he were to cast the killing curse people would know, would see him, Voldemort must be weak, to the point he doesn't want to be noticed.
Quirrell kneel to me, with me, meeting my, eyes. Then turning his head to the side, showing the other side of his head. There was a face. I felt panic, bubbling in my stomach, realizing that this face was Him. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry, my body was frozen, as I stared, seeing the face with dark hazel eyes that looked almost red. His nose, was barely there, from this angle and deep veins running throughout that side. He, Quirrell or both, seemed totally through with the pain, while I could still feel it rippling through me.
"You, my dear won't be telling anyone a thing" The voice, that I now knew belonged to Him. spoke, as Quirrells half of the body lifted up a wand, as the voice of Voldemort whispered, "You're correct to assume I'm not ready to be known the world, your life will be spared this moment, however, you will not be able to tell another soul." the Voldemort side then said aloud, obviously wanting me to hear his spell, "Fidelius, now you won't be telling anyone, about Quirinus's secrets, or my existence, nor will you tell anyone what happened today."
Once the Voldemort side had finished, the other side the Quirrell side said another spell, before I could say or think anything, "Stupefy" then a red light, erupted. Then I was surrounded in darkness.
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