Hello luv... A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

chpt 16

"Do you reckon he's gonna be okay?" Hermione asked worriedly. Harry had fallen from his broom after the dementors had swarmed him, Poppy had told me that nothing was broken but Hermione was right- it had been a long way to fall. "I'm sure he’ll be fine Hermione, Madame Pomfrey said so herself and I am sure she knows what she’s talking about." I smiled and patted her encouragingly on the back. "But I get the feeling that there’s something else on your mind anyway." She looked surprised when she met my eyes. I had felt her stress before when I had touched her and I could tell by her fidgeting that she was uncomfortable waiting with me for the rest of the team to finish the match and check on Harry. She turned away from me and I could only think of that lesson I had taught the day before. "You’re suspicious of me." I didn't say it as a question and I visibly noticed her flinch away. There was a bustling of people outside of the room and they burst through the doors, rushing towards us. I stood and let them get closer to the bed where Harry lay unconscious, Ron who had stayed behind to tell the team what was happening was the first to speak. "Blimey, he looks terrible." I chuckled lightly under my breath, the twins Fred and George both smacked him over the head. "Well yeah he did fall about fifty feet." The twin I identified as Fred said sarcastically. There was a stirring from the bed, "It felt a lot less than fifty." Harry spoke quietly. His eyes opened and everyone immediately became more vocal. It was about then that I decided to leave, I began walking out of the Hospital Wing and headed directly down the hall outside Lupin's office, I was going to enter when I realised that I was probably not welcome there anymore. I carried on walking, feeling lonely and wishing that I had never broken out of Azkaban. "Robyn?" I span around and Nearly-Headless Nick was floating there looking bashful. "Yes Nick?" 

"The headmaster wants to speak to you." He said very matter-of-factly and proceeded to float through the nearest wall.

"Butterbeer." I said almost absently to the statue, it came alive, unfurled its wings and began to rise upwards leaving a stairway in its trail. I made my way up the stairs and found myself yet again knocking on the old oak door. "Come in." Dumbledore called from inside and with a creak of protest the door opened. "You wanted to speak to me?" I asked the old man behind the desk.

"Yes," he smiled at me; it was a strange smile that seemed fake considering his thunder cloud-like expression when I had last seen him. "Please sit down." He gestured to a chair in front of him and I sat almost relieved to be away from the noise of the rest of the school. "Okay what do you want?" He laughed at my question.

"No beating about the bush today is there?" I asked and he smiled wanly, "I don't blame you, who wants to listen to a foolish old man?" He inquired bitterly. "Why are you still here? Why are you not being taken away to Azkaban as we speak, not that I'm grateful, I just find myself intrigued." He looked worried. After a few moments my brain got over the initial surprise and I laughed. He gave me a look that spoke volumes of my insanity. By the time I stopped laughing he looked as if he might be considering knocking me unconscious again so I decided to explain myself. "I'm not insane Albus, well no more than can be expected." I smiled at his look of confusion, at least I was amusing someone, "I can't be seen by dementors. I'm not human remember." His eyes widened and I looked down slightly embarrassed. "I think it also has something to do with my lack of a soul." It was my turn to smile wanly as I remembered the day I had been put in Azkaban. "I remember when they put me in my cell," I smirked cynically, "they assumed that in the first day I would crack like everyone else in there but I just wasn't affected, some of the Aurors got a little dubious about keeping me so close to other prisoners, apparently after they realised that the dementors couldn't keep me in check I was counted as an indefinite threat. They had ten Aurors outside my cell, and it was still so easy to break out." I shook my head in dis-belief. "I think maybe Remus was right," I looked up at Dumbledore who was listening intently to me. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes, "He was always right, I'm just a monster. I'm just like Voldemort." Tears were streaming down my face and my body was shaking with my sobs. Even as I sat there I could feel my fangs elongating and my body began shaking not with tears but with pain as my bones grew longer and I assumed my true height  and form. "I told you that you were meant to be with me, this proves it. You are perfect- look." I don't know why I listened to him, but I did look. There was a mirror on the column and as I looked the first thing I noticed were my eyes. The pupils were slitted like a snake's, and they glowed a dangerous red colour in the low light. I looked at Dumbledore who, was standing and had his wand pointed at me. "You are only what you decide to be, never what anyone tells you. You aren't a monster Robyn, far from it; you are as close to human as is possible for one of your kind."  I didn't care, he was wrong I couldn't be anything else; it was what I was born to be. "I can't stay here." I whispered.

I leapt out the window.