Enemy inside

BPOV

First real BPOV after Obliviated... Writing this was amazing, I felt at ease, Isabella is so much easier for me to write than Arabella. Although I love a good challenge...

"They are staring at me." I whispered in his ear.

"It is natural, they are still surprised that you are alive." Was his response.

"Still.. Rude. I am not a doll in set-out, I am not a freak as they think of me."

"No one thinks you are freak, Bella." I knew better than believe his words.

"She does. I can hear her thoughts, I don't want to, but I do." Percy understood that I was speaking of Hermione... He knew.

I snuggled closer to Percy, both of us were lying on my hospital bed. Percy said that I was out for three hours and half, it took 78 tics to be exact. Outside this glass made cage they call room, Hermione, Harry and Draco stayed whole time. They never spoke anything, they were silent, but their minds were loud. Being buried alive weakened me in a way, it heightened my senses, but to that level that I am able to hear, feel, see everything and everything is too much.

"I will talk with her... " Percy started.

"No. I don't want you to. " I pulled away from him, moved from bed and looked in his eyes when he sat up. " I don't care what she thinks of me. I don't care what anybody thinks." I really wanted to believe that... But it was a lie and I knew it.

"Always a liar." Voice in my head said. Voice which wasn't mine, voice I tried to ignore, but rarely succeeded.

"One of healers will come to check up on you soon." Percy informed me, that confused me.

"But they were here earlier... What time it is?"

" Two in morning."

"Already?" I asked... I couldn't understand how time kept passing so fast.

"I passed much more quickly when you are mad. Believe me." Again, her voice is here. Constantly messing with my head, just like she did before she buried me alive. She is doing it on purpose, but I don't know what the purpose is. "But you do." She mocks me. I shook my head to shake her away, but she just became louder. Her voice and dreading personality. I don't know what is worse, fact that she is using my nickname and personality or name of my sister, her face and body. There is nothing original about her, everything she has are pieces she borrowed without permission.

"Is there anyone you would like to talk to?" I thought about his question, but didn't find any answer...

"Maybe Ron when he finished with his job. I heard he got promotion." Percy offered me to ask for anyone, but I wasn't ready to see people from my past yet. Severus was here every day, but I never talked with him, just like with Hermione, Draco and Harry, I pretended he isn't here. I still acknowledged Snape as my father, but she stole even that from me. I saw Harry, Draco and Hermione, I didn't talk with him nor made eye-contact, I saw them and that was enough.

"When you see them you are reminded on your poor choices." I clutched my head, trying to stop voices of coming. "Family is power, that is why I took yours, your worthless mother, your foolish father, your little brother, everything really, except for your sister. Her death is on you." With each word my nameless enemy said, pain shoot through my head... It was making my dizzy and that resulted with my knees failing me.

"Shut up." I yelled. Mostly I needed to remind myself that others couldn't hear her. From corner of my eye I saw trio outside stepping closer to glass, gluing their eyes to it.

Blindness and then red. It was vision she was sending me, showing me something, but everything I saw was unclear. It took me a while to realize that she was shoving me my life in flashes. Life after Edward when I was still living in Forks, but was never there, I just made people think I was. France, Greece, Italy... Running with vampires, well not really, Caius carrying me on his back and running... Getting magic back and once again stepping in dark arts... Then she showed me person who was with me whole time, when I was good and when I was bad.

"Bella, Bella?" Percy's voice pulled me out of my head in which I was lost. " Are you ok?" I wasn't, not that it mattered.

"Victor." My voice was loud and clear.

"What about him?" Percy pulled me up from floor and placed me on bed. Weak little girl... That is what I am now. For years I was beautiful and powerful girl everybody called special and that is just another thing nameless demon stole that from me.

"I want to see Victor."

From outside I heard Hermione gasping, I needed to force myself not to look in her way. I shouldn't care about her well being, her thoughts revealed how much she cared about mine. Her thought, were actually, more than just unpleasing considering that we were friends once. Surely, I didn't want to know any on this, but her hatred from me was just so loud. Hatred born from envy. She was thinking a lot about Draco and Ron and how they were connected to me. Now with me alive, she feels threatened that she will be forgotten.

"We will talk about this latter. Ron arrived with one of healers." He bent down and kissed me forehead. I watched him leave my cage while thinking how he is hiding something from me. No one does that and survives.

"Percy..." He could hear me though glass. It was thin, but unbreakable... Probably. "You have a month to get me out of here, or else I won't hold back while tearing everybody you care about in little parts and send them to you as birthday present... Don't worry there will be a bow." When I am like this, people call me psychotic, but Percy know that this is who I am. Percy nodded.

"Hello, Bella." Ron greeted me as he always does. I like him, I know about his connections with so called Arabella and I know everything he did for her, there is so secrets between us. If I ever dare to spill any of his dark secrets, he will expose a piece of information about me that I wish to keep hidden. There is only one secret I didn't share with him and that one is between Percy and me.

"Hello, Ronald, Miriam." I greeted him and old hag who is my healer. She just nodded her head.

"You seem... talkative today." Ron commented. To this day I never felt need to talk about anything with others. Here and there I said something to Percy and that was about it. Today, yesterday they decided to anger me and they even brought trio to watch me... Fools.

" Would you rather me keeping my lips sealed?" I asked and rolled my eyes on him.

"It seems like nice idea now." I ignored him and started undressing. They came here to check on me after all, at least Miriam did, Ron is here as guard is I start shoving signs of violence which is very possible to happen. I undressed my pajamas and stood in front of Miriam in my underwear. Sometimes I really had no shame. Apparently, Jane and Caius, two vampires who offered to keep their eyes on me thought the same... I looked in their was and smiled.

"Well, Bella it seems that your wounds are nice healed. Scars will of course remain. " I scowled, I hated people saying obvious thing. " Mentally... Since you started talking, your recovery will maybe happen." She gave me comforting smile.

"Physically, I will recover, Miriam...but never speak of things you don't understand. Especially not my metal health. "She looked confused. " I am a psychopath and being one is not disease, I can't be cured as disease as IT isn't disease." I smiled at her.

"You are not psychopath." She tried...

"Really?" I asked her." I killed eighteen people because... I could. Well that is lie, I killed them because I believed I was doing the right thing. For love..." I sighed. " Never heard anything more foolish, but it is fine though, I feel no guilt or regret." Guess that will make her stop trying.

"As you say, Isabella..." Stupid woman remembered that I don't like it when she calls me Bella. She checked my scars, my breathing and gave me some potion for nerves. " What is this?" She asked while pointing at scar on my stomach.

"A scar." I replied. She rolled her eyes and left. First smart thing she ever done, I even clapped. Then I turned to Ron. " Now..." I waved my hand to accio my pants in my hand, but they hit me in my face. I am miserable... " Why Percy didn't want to talk about Victor?" I asked as I was dressing. " If I want anyone here with me, then I want him, he is my best friend after all."

"She doesn't know." I heard Hermione say from outside. Know what?

"Ronald...? Where is Victor?"

"This is not the right time for this." I laughed at his answer.

"Oh, it is. Right time is when I say it is and that is now... Where is Victor?"

"I said no. End." He turned to leave, but I stopped him by throwing him in wall. Apparently my magic works properly when I am pissed of.

"Legiliemens." I said, not that I needed to use words. I focused on entering his mind, but I hid a barrier. "Well this is new." He stood up. " I am up to torture if you won't answer my question."

"You can't are weak Bella... Your mind turned against you, you would be the only one suffering the torture." He was cocky and I hated him for it, no one talks to me like this.

"The we will have to try harder." I focused on him again and met with barrier again, but this barrier wasn't around his brain. Walls appeared around me and started closing in. I tried to move, escape them, but it was to late. Force was squeezing me, taking my breath away.

"Fight it." Voice of my nameless enemy said. I tried and tried, but nothing... I felt like fainting when suddenly walls disappeared and I was in same hospital cage, but alone. Well not really alone, I was staring at her, my enemy speaking with my voice and using my body. "Come with me." I obeyed and took hand she earlier offered.

Asylum room disappeared and we were in Hogwarts. She explained that we came back to watch part of final battle... She explained everything she saw, heard and felt and I felt like I was there with her. She showed me how she drank poison and walked to courtyard where she face with Greyback. When we arrived there, we walked through crowd to front... And then I saw it. She was still beside me, but her past self was crying above Victor... As we got closer, I saw that behind blond locks that hid her face, face she was using was mine.

"He was mine friend, too."

My eyes were wide open and Ron was staring at me, I looked around for her, but she didn't come back with me to my asylum room. I touched scar on my stomach at which Miriam earlier pointed at. Then everything started to shake. Earthquake. It's cause? Me. There was no point in staying calm now, I was mad and there was no force that could reckon with me now... I could feel veins popping around my eyes, black blood was pumping through my system and my eyes changed color. This wasn't product of multiple personality disorder, no. This was me.

"I thought that my friend will at least be brave enough to tell me the truth, but no..." I walked to him and grabbed his throat, I didn't even use magic on him. " It seems like my enemy is the only one I can trust and I find that very sad." I sighed. I his eyes I saw how frightening my appearance was and the most interesting thing is, that he was the only one who could see it along with me... My back was blocking view to trio outside who were frozen in spot. Even in room of glass I can hide.

"Bella, stop." Two pairs of ice cold hands grabbed my, it took me only one sweep to make them release me.

"Ronald, Ronald... What will I do with you?" I scared him, that was enough for now. I released him and my face went back to normal. " Do you see what she has done to me?" I asked him as I backed away from him... " She took everything away... And now everybody wants me to find her and end her..." I pulled shirt over my head. " But, I won't be used by this... New Ministry... I won't take sides, there is only one matter I should care for...Me." I smiled and sat on bed. "Besides, people are giving her too much importance.." I pulled covers over me. "Why would I go after her, if she will come to me?" Review.

Crazy? I hope so... and this is only the beginning.

Sorry for mistakes,

Wicked Daphne