Mysterious Girl (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Impulse

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It took me a second before I registered what was going on. Taking in how the turban dude had his hands around the boy’s neck trying to strangle him. Only this time the man had taken his turban off his head to show the mangled face of another. A weird pulling sensation arose in my stomach, a deeper need to protect the boy at all costs. Without thinking about it I ran up to the turban man and pulled him off the boy with strength I didn’t know I had and threw him against a wall. Ninja skills right there, so proud, just saying… anyway…

“Kill them” I heard a high voice say from the other side of the dude’s head. The man launched himself at us, catching us both around the necks. I couldn’t breath. When he started suddenly screaming and pulled his hands off our necks as if he’d been burnt, I looked down at his hands, confused and mentally chuckled at how cliques it was, since his hands had been burnt and now showed very angry red boils and burns.

“What is this magic?” he screamed looking down at his hands

“Get the stone!” yelled the high-pitched voice.

Bit demanding I thought.

 

Focus, you must protect both the boy and yourself Spoke my other inner mind voice.

I rolled my eyes before sharing a look with the boy and nodded, both of us knowing what we had to do. We both ran towards the man and put our hands on his face, I also kicked him in the stomach for good measure, his screams filling the room. I felt the energy drain slowly out of me as I held on, determined.

We let go of the man’s face only when he had sunk to his knees and had collapsed on the floor. I continued to watch as I saw vicious, wispy, black smoke rise from his body and start screaming. Acting on impulse I ran towards the boy to protect him from whatever it was. I had to protect him.

The angry smoke sailed through me making my insides turn to ice; it felt like I had just been dropped from 50feet into an ocean. I fought to keep consciousness; I had to know that the boy was okay, that he was safe.

 Using the last of my energy I turned around to see him already unconscious on the floor. I tried walking over to him but my legs failed me causing me to collapse, as my body and mind lost the battle for consciousness. The last thing I saw before my eyes shut was a man with a white beard hurrying down the stairs calling ‘Harry’. Then everything went black.

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“Who is she Albus?” I heard a woman’s voice ask. I knew I couldn’t open my eyes even if I wanted to; instead I just listened.

“I do not know Poppy; your guess is as good as mine. I found her lying a few feet away from Harry in the Chamber” came the reply from an old wise sounding male voice.

My brain felt hazy and slow. The last thing I could remember was being in some weird chamber and fighting a man who had mangled face on the back of his head. Some people are just so two faced! I thought, and then mentally laughed at myself, sad I know! before tuning back into what they were saying.

“What is the extent of her injuries?” I heard the wise ‘Albus’ voice ask.

“Her injuries are far more extensive then Potter’s to be sure and far, far worse! She has extensive amounts of bruising all over her body, a sprained wrist and several broken ribs which I have healed.” She paused momentarily before continuing “She also has exhaustion of the muscles and as you can tell by how thin she is, has been deprived of food for at least 3days headmaster.” Said the lady called Poppy, worry coloured in her tone.

Slowly beginning to register what the ‘Poppy’ lady had just said, my mind began to wake up a lot quicker, trying to catch the rest of the conversation. From somewhere off to my right I heard heavy doors open and the hurried footsteps of several people enter the room. “Albus, what is the meaning of this?” came the voice of a strict sounding woman.  I heard her suck in a deep breath as if she had been hit in the stomach. They had all stopped walking and assumed they were now standing at the foot of my bed. I certainly felt several gazes on my face.

I felt embarrassed having several people stare at me and not knowing what I looked like, though I knew they could see my bruises. The amount of bruises on my body would be enough to make anybody gasp but it made me feel awful knowing everyone could see them.

Picturing my bruised body, I imagined the skin becoming its clear, natural, slightly tanned colour and the multicolored bruises disappearing. I knew I had succeeded in removing them when I heard several of the people gathered at the foot of my bed gasp in shock. Even though the aches and pains were still there, I knew the bruises were not. Being a metamorphous often had its advantages.

 I felt more comfortable knowing I was the only who knew I was suffering. Nobody should suffer mentally because they knew I was suffering physically. My pain was my own to bear.

“But how-?” began the woman whose voice I recognize as the lady called “Poppy’s”

“It appears-” began the wise Albus person “-that who she is and how she got into the school are not the only mysteries about this girl” he said thoughtfully.

Who were these people? Where was I? What happened down in that chamber place? Oh no! Master! What if he were awake? He would come downstairs to find me not there and would be angry for sure, that he had no breakfast ready. He would use the unforgivable curse to punish me, I just knew it! I wasn’t supposed to leave the house. It was on that thought I forced my eyes open.

I heard murmurs but they had stopped almost instantly. My gaze wandered, taking it my surroundings; the room had a high-topped roof and white curtains had been drawn on both sides of me, blocking the rest of the room from view apart from at the foot of my bed… At the foot of my bed, I now saw the faces of my intrigued audience.