Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter LXXIII

Cemetery, Godric's Hollow, West Country, England, Great Britain

Saturday the 15th of February 1997

12:00 PM

"Where is she? Where did she go?" Minerva asked, worriedly. Albus frowned, shaking his head. Alastor was growling, scanning the area with his blue eye. His eye narrowed on someone and everyone turned to look at him just as he found something. Albus sighed.

Bella Potter was becoming too much of a problem. She was supposedly the prophecy child and there really wasn't anyone else that fit the bill. It was clear that she had a violent mentality and that something was truly wrong with her mind. She was a psychopath though it wasn't as pronounced as it was with Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger had to take medicine everyday.

"I see her. She's-" Alastor started.

"ARRRRRRRRGH!"

The guttural scream of rage was followed by a bolt of white and black lightning being shot into the sky. The immediate area was lit in a ghostly light before it dimmed and disappeared. Albus paled just as Minerva, Alastor, and Mister Weasley did. Kingsley stared with a grim expression. He turned to Albus.

"That was the Cursed Lightning of the Elves. That was Black Magic and if she can do it without shouting the words, she must be very adept at using it," Kingsley said, almost accusatorily. Albus frowned at him and Kingsley looked away under the knowing blue gaze.

"She uses it responsibly and you know why using it illegal. It's dangerous to user. She knows how to wield it," Albus said. Kingsley nodded, accepting the response easily. Gideon Weasley frowned but Albus wasn't worried about him. He was Light and he was easy to manipulate.

In truth, Albus just didn't want Bella gone from under his thumb. He let her have her way because he knew she had the power and means to slip to the Dark side. He couldn't let them win. As long as he had the Horsemen under his control, there was no possible way that the Dark would win. Despite not having much information, he was still forming plans. He just had to wait for the Dark to strike. They had been strangely quiet and that didn't conform with Gellert at all.

But wait, Gellert wasn't in control. Albus could see from Gellert's actions in the Ministry of Magic that the man believed he was holding the reins but that was not truth in the least. He wondered if Gellert was still attempting to control the Deathly Hallows. He doubted it as Bella already had two of them. Albus knew he hadn't had a meeting with Bella in a long time and he needed to tell her about the Horcruxes. But, it was difficult to witness those memories from long ago without feeling the sickening, plunging feeling of Gellert leaving him to pursue such dark things.

"Should we go after her?" Minerva asked. Albus shook his head. Gideon looked at him in shock and he shook his head, wanting to say something.

"Accompany Mister Weasley back to Hogwarts. She is angry with Mister Weasley and she may lose her temper. You are most equipped to protect him. You are also a woman. Perhaps you can calm her down," Albus said. Minerva frowned at the last part in annoyance but nodded. She grabbed Gideon by the shoulder and steered him away. Alastor scanned the cemetery one more time.

"What was Voldemort doing here anyway?" Alastor asked. Albus frowned and cleared his throat. He remembered the conversation he had had with Bella just a week ago...