(NOT FINISHED) Curiosity Mirrored the Black Bird.

Chapter Four.

Harry and Mr. Weasley entered the hallway of Grimmauld place, grinning broadly and the looks of fear finally disappearing from their faces. There was no need for them to explain- Harry had all charges dropped.

" I knew it!," Ron yelled punching the air "You always get away with stuff,"

"They were bound to clear you, there was absolutely no case against you, none at all." Hermione added, the anxiety slipping off of her face as she pressed a hand against her forehead.

George, Fred, Ginny and I hooked arms, and danced in circles and begun to sing in slow chants "he got off, he got off," smiling like I drank a entire bottle of felix felicis.

"It seems everyone's so relieved though, considering they knew I would have got off with it," Harry let off a laugh, and turned to Sirius, then to Mr. Weasley. I stopped, knowing Harry knew something and wasn't saying it.

"Be quiet you three, Listen Sirius, we saw Lucius Malfoy at the Ministry-"

"What?," My father and I said together

"Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went to his office. Dumbledore ought to know," 

Tonight

"Course' once Dumbledore turned up on your side, the case was yours," I nodded at harry as we all sat together, with our trunks packed.

"Yeah. He really swung it for me," Harry spun his wand three times in his hands "I just wish he talked to me, or even looked at me,"

Once harry said this, my scar  burned like a frying pan against my wrist, as it never has before, And Harry's hand clapped to his forehead like he experienced the same pain.

"What is it?," Hermione asked, her voice anxiously low looking at my arms

"Nothing, not a thing. I think I'm gonna go to bed," I whispered, standing up.

"I think so too, long day," Harry stood and we separated in the hallways to the girls and boys rooms.

I laid face up for hours, my eyes blinking very minimal times in the dark room. As the long hours passed, the door opened and closed with the sound of two footsteps coming in and getting ready for bed. My head was aching, the pain stabbed my temple every few seconds like a hard tick tick tick, a bomb-like migraine ready to detonate. I blinked, a bright green curse flashed across my eyes and the silent scream of my mother echoed in my mind as if it were an unending canyon. Claws started to reach for my face, blood already stained them, I felt the veins in my left arm bruise, like darkness was filling them, I wanted it to stop. My eyes still stayed open at the ceiling,until I felt my wrist split open and I let out a ear shattering scream, and sat up.

I looked at my arms, they were fine, no bruises scattered across my pale skin, nothing happened that would make my wrist split open. Ginny and Hermione were at my bedside, and I could hear many footsteps on the stairs.

"Amortia? What the hell? Your eyes were open," Hermione was shaken, her hand on her chest as Ginny stood next to her. Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, and a unexpected Potions Master all came through the door, their faces all had different emotions conveyed on them.

"Amortia, my darling daughter, why did you scream like a prepubescent mandrake?," Sirius asked stepping into the room cautiously. I wrapped my arms around my knees and shook my head.

"As children have, I recall- Nightmares," Snape drawled, in a mocking tone. His eyes on my arm where my scar was hidden,  his eyes held something in.

"Her eyes were open the whole time though," Ginny pressed setting next to me on the bed, her hand on my back. Harry was stunned, he finally had somebody who understood him.