Hey everyone... I'm back with Chapter 91!
This is a bit of an experiment, hope you enjoy it...
"Crucio"
Harry felt the most intense variety of pain he had ever experienced. As his body twisted and turned, it felt like a million needles pierced his skin, all at the same time. When it hit him the first time, his body started shaking so vigorously, that he dropped his wand.
Professor White hit Harry with a couple of stunners immediately, making sure that Harry didn't get back his wand.
After a few seconds, Harry couldn't take it any longer. "Stop... Stop," he exclaimed and White stopped the attack on Harry.
"You are going to have to do better than that, Mr Potter," remarked White as he knelt in front of Harry who lying on the ground.
"It hurts... everything... hurts," sighed Harry, weakly.
"You will get used to it," retorted White, calmly.
After a couple of minutes, White began another bout of attack on Harry, with the cruciatus curse at it's forefront. Harry once again writhed in pain, and once again, it didn't take him long to tap out.
White repeated this a few times, and Harry tried to sustain a bit longer every time. But as he got hit with the cruciatus curse more and more, Harry got drained that much more.
Eventually, the pair came to a stop.
Harry felt completely exhausted and it felt like the after-effects of being hurt by the cruciatus curse were just as bad.
"I've spoken with Madam Pomfrey. You shall be staying at the hospital wing tonight, Mr Potter," remarked White, calmly.
Harry faintly nodded in response.
"Take rest," said White. "You are going to need a lot of it," he added. Once again, Harry faintly nodded in response.
After a couple of minutes, Harry spoke up. "Professor..." he called out. "Did you hold back against me?" he asked.
"Harry... if you are wondering what it'd be like being hurt by the Dark Lord... trust me, it'll be much much worse," replied White, bluntly. "Why do you ask?" he added, curiously.
"No reason... I was just wondering," replied Harry.
And with that, Harry left the training session and made his way to the hospital wing.
Harry was lying down, on the hospital bed, reeling from his injuries from the evening that went by. He was excited to train with the unforgivable curses but didn't fully grasp the magnitude of what it was going to be like till he felt the curse for the first time.
And ever since he was back from the session, his mind felt disturbed. Not only was he suffering from pain and felt completely exhausted mentally and physically, but Harry found himself plagued with thoughts taking him back to John's death.
"Professor White was holding back throughout the evening, and yet, here I am... I wonder how much Voldemort tortured John. How long did John sustain the torture, before Voldemort decided to kill him..." wondered Harry to himself.
"Only if I had shown more strength... John would have left the Little Hangleton Graveyard along with me..." he thought to himself.
As guilt-ridden thoughts washed over Harry, he found himself lying awake throughout the night, dwelling on them.
Soon, Harry's thoughts took him from wondering about John's last moment alive to a distant time in the future when John and Jane would have been living happily. Harry wondered why the twins decided to travel through time, to the past. And eventually, those thoughts were replaced by another.
"I wish Mom was here with me," Harry thought to himself.
"Life would be so much easier if Mom and Dad were there. I'm sure they'd be able to understand me easily."
"I wonder what Mom would think about Hermione, about Ron, Daisy, John, Jane... Neville, Draco, all of them..."
Harry's thoughts about his parents reminded him of the Mirror of Erised, the strange mirror Harry had found at Hogwarts, back in his first year. The mirror showed Harry, not his face, but his heart's desire. And even then, what he had desired the most was to be with his parents. To have all his friends, his parents, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, together, in one place, for a happy evening.
"At least I have your wand with me, thanks to John..." thought Harry as he took out both of his wands, one his own, and the other, his mother's, that John had given to him, a long time back.
"Why did he have to kill them? Why did he have to kill my parents?"
Harry's mind filled with sadness as he replayed vague memories of Voldemort killing his mother.
And then Harry's thoughts took him to revisit the prophecy.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born as the seventh month dies... He will have power the Dark Lord knows not... Trapped with him in an unendless cycle, the Dark Lord will mark him his equal... Everything will be lost... Neither can live while the other survives... And it will begin once again..."
And even after all this time, Harry struggled to understand it. Parts of it made sense, but the structure of the prophecy confused him. The part that bothered and confused him the most was, "Trapped with him in an unendless cycle, the Dark Lord will mark him his equal... Everything will be lost..."
"What did it mean? What is an unendless cycle? And what did it mean if he was going to be marked as Voldemort's equal?"
Harry wondered this and many other things as the night grew old. He wasn't sure how late it was, but he realised it must have been deep in the middle of the night when Harry's thoughts finally gave up and he dozed off.
Harry woke up the following morning, in the hospital bed, with an aching body. Despite that, he managed to convince Madam Pomfrey to let him go. Harry directly went to the great hall for breakfast. It was the weekend, so, there weren't any classes to look forward to.
As Harry reached the great hall, his eyes fell on a few tables. On one, Ron, Colin, Daphne, Luna, Neville, Seamus and Dean were seated. On another, Cedric and Hermione were sitting together and laughing at something, which caught Harry's eye. And finally, there was another table with Draco sitting on it, alone.
Harry decided to take a seat beside Draco.
"Hey, Harry," greeted Draco as Harry sat down beside him.
"Hey," greeted back Harry.
"What's up?" remarked Draco.
"It's all good, mate... what about you?" replied Harry.
"I'm alright," replied Draco.
As the boys continued eating breakfast, Harry found it surprisingly difficult to keep his eyes off Hermione and Cedric. There was something particularly strange about that day. Harry had seen Cedric and Hermione together, many times before. He had spent time with them as well, in the past. But, somehow, that morning, his eyes kept darting towards them, and it brewed a different kind of feeling inside him.
"Harry... Hey," called out Draco a couple of times and broke Harry's trance. "Are you alright?" he asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Harry, smiling as he glanced back at Draco.
Draco's eyes darted in the direction where Harry was looking at and gave a chuckle.
"Do I sense jealousy?" remarked Draco, laughing.
"What?" retorted Harry, awkwardly.
"That look on your face mate... that's called jealousy," chuckled Draco.
"I'm not jealous..." retorted Harry. Though, a few minutes later, Harry's eyes kept darting towards Hermione and Cedric. "What are they laughing about for so long? I don't get it," remarked Harry, sounding a little annoyed.
"What are you talking about?" retorted Draco and then glanced at Hermione and Cedric. "It's funny seeing you jealous," he remarked after a moment.
"I'm not wrong in thinking this, am I?" retorted Harry. "I mean, look at them," he remarked and Draco followed his glance. Cedric was holding Hermione's hands and they seemed to be in some deep conversation.
"Yeah, mate... you are overthinking it," chuckled Draco. "You can't seriously be doubting them..." he added.
Harry nodded in response, though he wasn't particularly convinced.
"They have been spending an awful lot of time together," muttered Harry under his breath, but it didn't seem to fall into Draco's ears. Soon, breakfast was done and Harry left the great hall.
As it so happened, that day turned out to be one where Harry found himself bumping into Hermione and Cedric wherever he went, whatever he did. And every time he saw them, the feeling inside him only got worse. Eventually, they were all in the library later that evening, when Harry confronted Hermione about it.
"Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" asked Harry, blankly as he walked up to the pair.
Cautiously, Hermione got up from her seat and walked away with Harry outside the library.
"What is it, Harry? Is everything alright?" asked Hermione.
"No, Hermione, everything is not alright," replied Harry, a little angrily.
"Woah!" gasped Hermione, shocked at Harry's tone.
"What is going on between the two of you?" questioned Harry, angrily.
"Who are you talking about?" retorted Hermione.
"I'm talking about Cedric," replied Harry.
"Cedric and I?" retorted Hermione, confused. "Nothing's going on between us... what are you talking about?" she replied, perplexed.
"I have been seeing the two of you for a while, Hermione... Both of you spend all your time together, you are always laughing and canoodling about. It's honestly a little pathetic," snapped Harry as the expression on Hermione's face turned sour.
"Harry," exclaimed Hermione, angrily. "You have got it all wrong," she remarked, a tone of hurt in her voice.
"How have I got it wrong, Hermione?" retorted Harry.
"We are just friends, Harry. You know that, better than anyone. What has gotten into you today?" remarked Hermione. "And we are not canoodling... you are just being mean now," she added, angrily.
"This is actually rich coming from you," snapped Harry. "Not even a month back, you accused me of being close with Daphne, when all we were doing was talking. And I see the way you act with Cedric. It's miles worse and it's not even funny," he added, angrily.
"Wait..." gasped Hermione. "Is that what this is all about?" she retorted.
"No, this is about the hypocritical way you have been acting," retorted back Harry. "Sort yourself out," he added and without waiting for any response, he walked away.
Harry was roaming around the castle angrily. Rage-filled thoughts swam inside him. He couldn't understand how Hermione could be acting so cool about the way she was behaving with Cedric. After some time, as his anger and jealousy cooled down a bit, Harry made his way down to the great hall, to have his dinner. He was planning on going to the Chamber of Secrets later that night and wanted to get done with food as soon as possible.
But, as Harry went to the great hall, his eyes fell on Daphne and something changed inside him. All the jealousy and anger that was brewing inside him, that was eating him up, seemed to evaporate instantly, and he felt a sudden wave of regret wash over him.
After just a moment's thought, Harry made his way towards where Daphne was seated.
"Hey," greeted Harry.
"Hi, Harry," greeted back Daphne with a smile, a hint of surprise in her tone.
Harry took a seat beside Daphne, comfortably, and glanced at her.
"Where are your shadows?" he asked, chuckling.
"What do you mean?" chuckled Daphne in response. After a moment, it sunk in. "You mean Colin and Luna?" she asked, chuckling. "I'm not sure... they sneaked off a while back," she replied, trying to be nonchalant.
"Oh," remarked Harry. "I'm glad," he added, his latest remark, barely audible.
Daphne glanced at Harry, confused, but let it go.
After a moment, Harry spoke up. "It's been an interesting few days," he remarked.
"Tragic more like," retorted Daphne. "I can't believe what happened to Mr Ollivander. I just saw him during the Christmas break," she remarked, a little sombrely.
"Yeah... it's sad what happened to him," remarked Harry, though that's not what he had originally meant.
After a few more moments of silence, Harry spoke up.
"You know, I was thinking about something today..." began Harry as Daphne glanced at him curiously. "I really acted like a jerk when we were together, didn't I?" chuckled Harry.
Daphne burst out into a small laughter. "What do you mean?" she asked, innocently.
"Just... you know? I did certain things, I shouldn't have... I should have been more open with you. I should have let you in a lot more," replied Harry, vaguely. After a pause, he continued, "I was just regretting the way I acted when we were together," he added.
Daphne stared at Harry, a mixture of perplexion and levity evident in her expression.
"Harry, what are you talking about? Are you alright?" she asked, chuckling.
"Yes, I'm quite alright, Daphne," replied Harry, calmly. "I was just thinking about what you said the other day," he began.
"What did I say?" asked Daphne, her expression turning a little serious.
"Back at Hogsmeade... you told me that you made a mistake... with us," replied Harry. "You said, that it was probably a wrong decision for you and a right decision for me," he added.
"I... uh... I did say that," sighed Daphne, confused. "Harry, what are... what is going on here? Why are you talking like this? Did you and Hermione have a fight or something?" she asked.
"Hermione... what does she have anything to do with?" retorted Harry, taken aback. "I was simply trying to understand what you told me the other day," he added, his temper rising. "I should have never come here... this was a mistake," he finished angrily as Daphne stared at him aghast. Harry got up from his seat, angrily and without uttering another word, walked away from Daphne.
"What happened here?" remarked Colin as he walked over to Daphne along with Luna.
"Don't ask me... I have no idea," replied Daphne, shell-shocked.
Harry woke up the following morning, from yet another night of disturbed sleep. The moment he woke up, there was just one thought on his mind.
"I hope today goes better than yesterday," he thought to himself. He was going to be so wrong!
Harry had breakfast in isolation and went to class. It all started off poorly and went downhill from there, for the first class that day was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry ended up having a verbal spat with Snape over something innocuous and earned himself a detention.
The rest of the classes were much better for Harry up until the second last class of the day, Potions.
From the moment Harry walked into class and his eyes fell on Professor Slughorn, there was an intense emotion boiling inside him. And it all spilt over at the end of the class.
"Professor Slughorn, can I talk to you for a moment?" asked Harry loudly right at the end of the class. His voice was so loud that the rest of the students stared at him for a moment before they made their way out of the class. Slughorn on the other hand, was taken aback by Harry's tone and stayed put.
Once everyone was out of the class leaving Harry alone with Professor Slughorn, he spoke up.
"Professor," began Harry. "Why are you acting this way with me?" he asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr Potter," replied Slughorn, blankly. "And I'm getting late for the next class," he added, trying to squirm his way out of the situation.
"You don't have any classes now, Professor... why are you lying?" retorted Harry, strongly.
Slughorn stared at him for a few seconds before replying. "What do you want, Mr Potter?" he asked, annoyed.
"I want to know why you are acting like a coward, Professor," replied Harry, bluntly. "Why are you avoiding me? Why wasn't I invited to the recent slug club meet?" he added.
"You are crossing lines, Mr Potter. Have care how you speak to a professor," retorted Slughorn, trying to act strict though internally he was completely taken aback by Harry's tone.
"Answer my question, Professor," retorted back Harry, instantly.
"You are not invited to my slug club meetings, Mr Potter, because, I simply don't believe you have anything to add of value. A spot at the club is earned and your cheap tricks aimed at me have not done you any favours," replied Slughorn, a little angrily.
"Cheap tricks? What cheap tricks are you referring to?" asked Harry, confused.
Slughorn burst out laughing, though it was a sarcastic one. "If you don't know that, my child, why don't you go and ask Professor Dumbledore about it?" replied Slughorn.
"Don't take his name... You are a coward and you know it," exclaimed Harry, angrily.
"What did you just say to me?" retorted Slughorn, angrily.
"You are a coward," repeated Harry. "You are the reason why Voldemort is powerful and nearly invincible. You taught him about Horcruxes without even a thought on how destructive it might be. You were naïve enough back then and a coward now to not even accept your mistake and own it," he remarked angrily. After a pause, he continued, "You knew exactly why Dumbledore wanted to bring you to Hogwarts and yet, after all these months, you are protecting your secret like your life depended on it. If you cared even a little about all the people You-know-who has killed and is going to kill in the future, you'd have coughed up the truth," he added. "But, no, of course you haven't. You are a coward and even more selfish than anyone could imagine," continued Harry, angrily as Slughorn's face turned white and pink in shock and embarrassment. "But, guess what?" exclaimed Harry. "He is not invincible... He can be defeated and will be defeated. And I'll do it," he remarked. "And I'm not going to need you to tell the truth for that to happen. So, keep your secret to yourself... And don't ever bother trying to recruit me into your list of pathetic collectables," finished Harry, angrily.
Slughorn stared at Harry, sweating as he did. The moment Harry gave a long pause, he realised what he had just done. Staying another moment in front of Slughorn would likely mean that he could suspended, or worse, expelled from the school. Without waiting any longer, Harry scampered away from the classroom, to the final class of the day, with Professor Benjamin White, the Combat class.
The combat class turned out to be exactly what Harry needed that evening. It was competitive, and fun and Harry was in full form. He was in such good form that at some point in time, he started acting over-confident and cocky, something everyone seemed to find charming.
Harry carried the good spirits from the combat class to quidditch practice. After a long time, it felt like, that Harry was absolutely in destructive mode. For a good majority of the time, Harry spent making a mockery of catching the snitch, alongside Colin Creevey. His seeker-playing skills that evening were on point. For some time, Harry even tried his hand, or broom, at playing a chaser, something that he seemed to excel at, that evening.
But as the evening wore off, Harry's attitude took an extreme turn. His initial over-confidence and cocky behaviour on the quidditch pitch was charming and both Katie and Angelina spent a good deal of time play-flirting with him, and Harry didn't hold back himself. But as time went by, things started to go a bit sour. There was one particular instance where Harry and Colin were both after the snitch, the Gryffindor team was playing 5 vs. 5. And Harry managed to outsmart and outspeed Colin to the snitch. What followed was a barrage of boastful remarks from Harry aimed at Colin.
Ron, who was on Colin's team, the losing side at the time took offence to Harry's words.
"Hey... that's enough," exclaimed Ron as he flew to the scene.
Harry who was laughing and enjoying his time mocking Colin came to a halt.
"Oh, there's someone here to protect you, Creevey," chuckled Harry.
"He's in our team, Harry... and you don't get to talk to him that way," remarked Ron, fiercely.
"Boys... that's enough," came Angelina's voice.
"Is it, Weasley? What will you do, huh?" retorted Harry. "You couldn't even catch me, if you tried, with that broom of yours," he added, chuckling.
"Harry," exclaimed Katie, shocked.
But Ron was already triggered.
"Keep your mouth shut, Harry... You're acting way over your head," retorted Ron, angrily.
"I'm acting exactly how I should... You need to watch yourself," retorted back Harry. "I'm the best player in the team, Weasley... I have been here for 5 years... I know exactly how I should act," he remarked, a cunning grin on his face.
"Harry Potter... Shut up and don't utter another word," exclaimed Angelina, angrily, who had had enough.
Ron, however, was brimming with anger. In a swift motion, he took out his wand and had it pointed at Harry. Harry, somehow anticipating exactly what Ron was about to do, had his wand out instantly as well, and pointed at Ron.
"You need to take care of your anger, mate... taking out your wand in front of everyone... tut... tut... tut... that's not a good thing to do," remarked Harry, sarcastically.
"And you need to stop being an arse. Or you are going to regret it," retorted Ron, angrily.
"Tell me something... is this what you are going to be doing in every small fight? Take out your wand and show your... wizarding prowess," retorted back Harry, viciously.
Ron stared at Harry with a mixture of a million emotions, anger and confusion being the main ones.
"Stay away from me... and stay away from Daisy... Or you're going to end up hurting her," exclaimed Harry, angrily, his tone high for the first time.
"What is wrong with you?" exclaimed Ron.
"Right... this is getting out of hand," remarked Fred.
"Get away... both of you," remarked George. And the twins immediately shoved the boys away from each other.
Harry angrily shrugged away from Fred and swooshed away on his broom.
Ron stared at George and then at the rest of the team, all of whom were too stunned to speak.
Harry was furious with what had just happened.
"I was just pulling Colin's leg," he yelled while flying under the evening sky. "But, no... He had to stick his nose in between and mess everything up," he continued, frustrated.
"How dare he pull out his wand on me?" he wondered, angrily.
Harry flew around the grounds, angrily, for a few minutes. The rest of the team was at practice, whereas, Harry was away from them and flying around on his own. As his anger cooled down a little, Harry decided to get back down and rejoin the team.
It was right at that moment, that Harry felt a strange feeling. Out of nowhere, Harry felt a little chilly. Something had changed in the environment around him and it brought with it, not just a chilly feeling, but also an instant gloom. Harry slowed down on his broom and looked around him. But, he couldn't see anything. Harry continued looking around and almost immediately, he saw it. A swarm of dark creatures, cloaked, taller than any human.
"Dementors," exclaimed Harry, shocked and confused.
The swarm of dementors flew at Harry and without a second thought, Harry had his wand out.
In a swift motion, Harry pointed his wand at the dementors. "Expecto Patronum," he yelled.
Harry watched, panic shooting through him as if absolutely nothing happened.
Harry concentrated hard on his happy memory and a moment later, he cried, "Expecto... Patronum". Once again, nothing happened.
By this point, the dementors had circled around Harry and he started feeling the weird sensation of something being sucked out of him. As Harry started to lose sense of the world around him, he gripped his broom tightly.
In an instant, Harry took off from there at top speed. His firebolt zoomed through the evening sky, away from the dementors, as the dark-cloaked figures chased after him. Harry's firebolt, however, was much faster than the dementors.
Harry escaped the dementors and within seconds, he found himself back with the rest of the team. The rest of the team had already realised the change in the surroundings, and Colin had been the first one to spot the dementors. When Harry arrived, it was Ron who was ready with the Patronus charm.
"Where did they come from?" asked Colin, shocked.
"No idea... I'm going to the castle," replied Harry and hurried inside.
"Alright... take care, Harry," remarked Colin. A few more "take cares" reached Harry's ears as he left quidditch practice.
Harry headed straight for the hospital wing. He informed Madam Pomfrey what just happened and she turned white the moment she heard. As she offered Harry some chocolate, she began brewing a potion to go with it.
"How are you feeling, Harry dear?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Madam Pomfrey... I escaped the dementors easily," he replied.
"Dementors in our castle... what is happening?" she sighed, angrily.
Within a few moments, Benjamin White was at the hospital wing. He had heard of what just happened from Angelina, for the Gryffindor team had stopped practice right there and then.
"Mr Potter," exclaimed White as he entered the room.
"Professor," exclaimed Harry, a little embarrassed.
"How are you doing?" asked White, looking concerned.
"I... couldn't produce the Patronus charm, Professor," sighed Harry, mournfully. "I don't know what happened... I think I just froze... I tried to produce the patronus, I did everything correctly... But, somehow... I failed," he added, sounding completely dejected.
"Mr Potter," began White. After a moment's pause, he continued, "Harry... don't be so hard on yourself. Brush it off, it's just one of those days," he remarked, comfortingly.
However, Harry was hurting and was not convinced at all.
After yet another mentally and physically tiring day, Harry came to his fortress of solitude, the chamber of secrets. He was cleared by Madam Pomfrey after a short while. He went ahead and got himself a bit of a dinner. And almost in a hurried fashion, he came to the chamber of secrets, for some peace. He was in a much calmer mood than he had been in the past few days. However, the events of that evening and the previous day still plagued his mind. He could still not believe that he was unable to produce a patronus and defeat the swarm of dementors. And how did the dementors even make it past the security measures at the entrance of Hogwarts? Regardless, Harry was feeling down that he was unable to fight off mere dementors, creatures he had fought off successfully a couple of years back.
Everything of the past couple of days annoyed Harry. He had gotten into so many needless fights, spats and unpleasant moments and his decision-making was outright abysmal. The verbal spat against Ron was just plain stupid, thought Harry. However, he deeply regretted the fight he had against Hermione the evening before. He should never have had that outburst. Harry didn't know what came over him. But, what was done, was done, there was no changing it.
Harry came to the chamber and decided to practice some charms.
While he began his practice, his mind remained on a lot of things. Along with everything that had happened recently, Harry was also wondering about the Deathly Hallows. What were the Deathly Hallows? Why would Voldemort go to extreme lengths, and kill a bunch of wandmakers and knowledgeable wizards and witches just to get the Deathly Hallows? What kind of power did it possess? Harry had briefly researched about the Hallows but found nothing from the library. He hadn't ventured into the restricted section and figured that it might hold some secrets about the Hallows. It was in times like this that he regretted fighting with Hermione even more. She'd know exactly where to look for something like this.
Harry spent about an hour or so in the chamber. At some point in time, he felt so tired and exhausted that he dozed off. And then it happened.
Harry got pulled into a dream. Like all dreams, he had no idea how he had ended up right in the middle of it, but he had. It was quite dark and he couldn't see much. However, it only took him a moment to realise where he was. He was in Godric's Hollow. He recognized the street instantly, he had seen it so many times before in his nightmares. But, what was happening in this nightmare of his was bizarre. This had never happened before.
Before Harry could process what was happening, he heard a high-pitched laugh. As he turned around, his eyes fell on a dark hooded figure and instantly recognized it as Voldemort. And almost instantly, the high-pitched laugh grew louder. As Harry watched the scene with bated breath, a man came running outside the house, his house, the house Harry grew up in, before his parents were killed. It only took Harry a moment to realise that the man was his father, James Potter.
Within seconds, Harry's nightmare reached its peak as he watched his father battle it out against Voldemort, who continued laughing maniacally and quickly made short work of James, ending the duel with a killing curse that hit James straight in the chest. That was the last thing Harry saw before he woke up sweating in the chamber of secrets.
The moment Harry woke up, he got up from the floor in a frenzy and looked around the chamber in panic. It took him a few seconds to realise where he actually was, and that everything he had just seen was just a dream.
Harry sat back down on the floor and tried to calm himself down. As he replayed the nightmare in his head, thoughts about his actions from the past couple of days also came to his mind. And almost instantly, he sat up straight, with panic in his eyes. And just that second, he felt something on his forehead. His scar started to hurt a little.
"None of what happened recently makes any sense," he thought to himself as he rubbed his forehead. "And this nightmare that I just had... that makes no sense at all. I wasn't anywhere near my father when he was killed by Voldemort," wondered Harry. "How did I just see his death then?" he questioned and got up from the floor.
There was only one plausible reason. Harry instantly fortified his mind. He tried to remove each and every thought from his head. He had to keep an empty mind, otherwise, he'd be vulnerable to an attack by Voldemort. Harry wasn't sure how Voldemort got into his head, but he had, it was the only explanation. All of what had happened in the past couple of days could be explained by Voldemort manipulating his thoughts.
In a panic-stricken state, Harry tried hard to empty his thoughts, to stop Voldemort from manipulating him further. At the same time, Harry decided to quickly get out of the chamber of secrets and make his way to Professor White's office. He'd know what to do in the immediate present to shield Harry from Voldemort.
But, just as Harry started to make his way out of the chamber, he felt a voice that rang inside him.
"How long do you think you can run away from me, Harry?" echoed the voice inside him. And almost immediately, a sharp pain shot through his head and Harry clutched his forehead in his hands. His scar was burning like never before.
"You have inflicted a lot of pain on me. It's time I returned you the favour," echoed the voice as Harry almost felt Voldemort laughing from the other end.
"Get out of my head," yelled Harry as he began to writhe in pain.
Harry struggled to get out of the chamber, as Voldemort inflicted more pain on him. Harry barely made it out of the chamber, when he collapsed on the floor. As his whole body began to feel like it was burning, a series of images flashed through his head. In the state Harry was, he couldn't make head or tail of any of it. From a far distance away, he heard his name being name called out. And that was the last thing he conceived before falling unconscious, on the floor of the second-floor, girls' lavatory.
Well, that was a Harry-centred chapter if there ever was one... Hope you enjoyed it!
Did you guess the different negative emotions Harry went through? Sadness, Guilt, Jealousy, Regret, Disgust, Shame, Boredom, Fear and Anger...
PS - I'll be back with Chapter 92 soon! Until then, Ciao!