My Own Treachery

Chapter 17 | Keeping A Secret

I stood in an empty hall, or that's what it appeared to be, from what I could see. I could feel a cold sweat, what was I doing here? I walked down the hallway coming to a stop seeing Quirrell, standing in the hall way facing me. Unwrapping his turban. I tried to move, but my feet wouldn't move, they were frozen, glued to the ground. I couldn't move. All my body did was shake uncontrollably, terror stricken. Quirrell, turned his back to me showing. Showing the face. With blood colored eyes that glowed in the darkness, with slits for nostrils. My breathing became laboured. Utter fear flowing through my veins. The face smiling, it was venomous.

This face then did something I couldn't believe. It managed to pull itself from Quirrell. Ripping their shared body in two. Quirrells half, then changed from being humanly, into a large grey snake, with emerald green eyes. The Snake slithered closer to me. Going past me then back around, circling me. I still couldn't move. I hadn't had a thought to what was going on, my terror was paralyzing, not just my actions, but also my mind. Now coiled around me, the snake squeezed, it's face in front of mine, staring at me. It's glorious green eyes, changing to blood red.

Then the other half of Quirrells body walked over. Getting close, breathing on me. But I couldn't feel the warmth of his breath.

"What's my name?" The figure questioned lowly, unblinking, as his scarlet eyes stared into mine. I couldn't answer, to much shock. The figure then repeated itself, louder, and more questioning, "What's my name!"

I managed to make a sound, nothing verbal, just a small gasp.

He then smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, making a 'tisk tisk' sound, then in a quick movement, he had the back of his palm resting against my forehead. His hand felt warm, against my forehead that was cold from sweating. This figure then repeated itself louder, "What. Is. My. Name?" I couldn't answer, I couldn't speak, he then said something else, "My, my, the raven has been caught it'd seem. But you're not really a Ravenclaw, now are you?"

Then everything went dark. Only for my eyes to snap back open, as I sat up sharply, letting out a scream. Panic flowing through me. Something was different. I wasn't in a dark hall way. I wasn't being hugged by a snake, or face to face with Him. I was however, in the hospital wing. It looked as if light was just starting to shine. It was a dream? Then I thought back, was Quirrell a dream then? Was I cursed? No that had to be real. Right?

Looking around, I saw a small table that had a few gifts sitting on it. On the other side of the table, over by the entrance of the room was Snape, Dumbledore and Quirrell. My blood ran cold seeing him, while my heart pumped harder. Dumbledore was the first person to see I was awake, him walking over, with the other two behind him.

"You feeling alright?" He questioned, once he got closer, I didn't answer, my eyes glued on Quirrell. Him cursing me, and Him weren't a dream.

I looked to Dumbledore, opening my mouth, but only a gasp escaped. What? That's not what I wanted. I tried again, but couldn't get any words out. Then I recalled to being charmed, by him, I couldn't recall what the spell, not having the knowledge about it. He said I wouldn't tell anyone. Did that mean the spell made sure I couldn't tell? Or did it stop me from talking as well? I then spoke, this time, with words and not little gasps, "I think, I'd like some water." Surely, they could read my mind. Might need to request that they do it, without Quirrell around.

Dumbledore, stood there quietly, while Quirrell scrambled, using his nearly flawless wimp act, leaving the room. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell both of the professors I was left with, about Quirrell and Him. But nothing came out. Again.

"You had fainted, according to eyewitnesses" Dumbledore informed me. Eyewitnesses? "Capone, had gone and found the first person to get you aid, while away, Quirrell had stumbled upon you" I let out a huff of laughter, 'stumbled upon me' yea sure, Dumbledore had went on, "Then Capone returned with a student that had been wandering the halls, a Hufflepuff one. " I felt a sense of gratitude, mostly to Capone, he had gotten me help. Without him doing so, I would've died. I need to thank him and then the Hufflepuff.

I then asked a question, wanting to identify the Hufflepuff, "What's the Hufflepuffs name?"

"Cedric Diggory, a third year" Dumledore responded, "You had fainted, acording to Madam Pomfrey's findings, you hadn't been eating, or sleeping. Not mentioning you've been skipping out on seeing her, for you stretching, or to get a potion. Why is that?"