Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 5 - The Vampire, The Genius and The Unusual

"You should be all healed up now," Madam Promfey said as the glow from her wand faded. Vincent felt his back for the bruise only to feel it smooth, "honestly, what was it this time."

"I wrestled with a Dementor," Vincent grimaced as he pulled his shirt back on, "it threw me on the roof, hard. Luckily, Professor Lupin saved me."

As soon as they arrived at Hogwarts, Vincent and Harry were whisked away by Professor McGonagall to the hospital wing along with Hermione who she wanted to talk with. Something about her subjects.

"Hm, a Defence against the Dark Arts teacher that actually knows what his doing," Madam Pomfrey nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Harry who still looked pale of sorts, "and you say he gave you all chocolate? It helps people who've been badly affected by Dementors. It does indeed seem we have a capable teacher this year. Well now off you go, don't want to miss the banquet now so we?"

"Thank you," Vincent and Harry exited the room and proceeded to make their way to the Great Hall.

"Wonder what Hermione needs to talk about with Professor McGonagall," Vincent said causally.

"Hm, ah, yeah."

Vincent frowned as he looked at his friend, "Ok, what's bothering you?"

"When, the Dementor attacked me, I heard a woman screaming," Harry explained as his hand brushed against the scar on his forehead, "she kept saying my name, begging someone not to kill me."

They both walked in silence as Vincent pondered over what Harry said, "When the Dementor attacked me, it brought up...memories, sad ones. Maybe what you heard was from something in your—"

Vincent trailed off as he looked at Harry who seemed to get the message.

"Past, that voice could have been someone from my past," Harry had a complicated look on his face as he looked at the ground, "that voice could have been my mothers."

Vincent looked at his friend who had his head hung down and punched him in the arm.

"Ow!" Harry rubbed the the spot that Vincent hit, "What was that for?!"

"Stop being so moody," Vincent said with as he smirked, "its making me depressed, also I'm hungry."

"Huh," Harry looked blankly at Vincent who kept walking ahead, "I just heard what could be my dead moms voice and you expect me to forget about it?"

"Is there anything you can do about it?" Harry was taken aback, "Look Harry, I'm not telling you to forget about it. I just don't think your mother who sacrificed herself for you would want you to be depressed just because you heard her voice."

Harry looked thoughtful before nodding, "Yeah, she wouldn't would she? Still hurts though."

"As long as that's said, let's go eat!" Harry smiled wryly before a thought came to mind.

"Does Vincent ever think of his own parents?"

...

"So, you going to share with us what you talked with Professor McGonagall about?" Vincent asked Hermione.

"Just about my subject selection this year," she said, brushing of the question. As she turned her head, Vincent noticed an additional item wrapped around her neck, apart from the necklace he gave her last year.

"She didn't have on earlier," Vincent thought, "could Professor McGonagall have given it to her? Well if Hermione doesn't want to speak about it then she should be fine."

Vincent looked around to see some students looking at him curiously.

"Most of them saw you get dragged off," Arnya said as tried to move from her wheelchair to the seat next to Vincent.