Liar. Harry Potter's sister ~ Book 2

chapter eighteen

My body felt odd. Powerful, flexible. I didn't feel like myself at all. I was lying flat against the floor, gliding between metal bars and across a cool, dark stone floor. I was surrounded by darkness, though I could see various objects, I couldn't make out what, glimmering and shining in vibrant colours. My head turned. At a first glimpse the corridor was empty but then a second later I realised that it wasn't, in fact. A man was sitting on the floor ahead of me, his head facing down, chin pressed to his chest. The man was alive, but seemed drowsy... dazed almost as he sat in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

The man stirred and jumped to his feet, a silver Cloak swaying aggressively at his ankles as he did so. The man's figure towered over me, threateningly, but there was a strange feeling lingering over the air above me, telling me that it was I who was the powerful one in this situation. A wand was withdrawn from the belt that hung around the mans waist and was pointed directly at me. I suddenly felt myself lurch, reading high from the floor below me, feeling as though I had no other choice, and I struck. Once, twice and a third time. Fangs plunged deep into the mans skin, splintering bones, piercing flesh and gushing warm blood everywhere.

The man yelled in pain for what could only have been five seconds before slumping to the door behind him and falling silent, allowing blood to pour from his wounds pooling in small puddles around his body. The side of my neck was searing... throbbing... aching fit to burst.

"Olivia! OLIVIA!"

My eyes shot open. The air seemed to be striped from my lungs as I sat upright, gasping for breath. Every inch of my body was covered in an icy layer of sweat and my bed covers were twisted around my body where I had clearly been squirming. My scar was burning and stinging it felt like it was going to split open at any moment.

"Olivia!"

My brain only just managed to take in my surroundings: Hermione was standing at the door of my bed, looking extremely frightened and still dressed in pyjamas, her hair bushy and tangled. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were hunched together behind her, whispering anxiously to each other as they kept their eyes on me. I clutch the side of my neck, as if I could squeeze the pain out of me. My head spun and I rolled over pulling the bin that stood at my bedside up to my chin and vomited inside it.

"Oh, god, she's really not well," I heard a scared voice say from behind Hermione.

"Should we get Professor McGonagall?"

"Olivia?" Hermione's voice says, as her hands reached to my shoulder and shook me slightly. Harry. I need Harry. He saw it too. I just know he did. I swing my legs over the side of my mattress, stumbling slightly at the blinding pain in my neck. I steady myself on my feet, using Hermione's arm for support.

"H-Harry," I choke out, swallowing hard, "I need to see Harry."

I couldn't hear what the others had to say, the pain in my neck was almost blinding me. I push my feet into my slippers before staggering out of my dormitory and sprinting down the stairs towards the boys dormitories. I could hear the echoes of a set of footsteps - presumably Hermione's - behind me. I almost trip a few times but I catch my balance before I was given the chance to tumble down the flight of stairs.

When I approach the door that bore the plaque reading Fourth Years: Boys, I knock on the door twice before swinging the door open. My head spins around the room to make put what was happening around the room.

"Harry!" The frightened voice of Ron speaks. I glance around and see a small crowd around one of the beds. Harry. Ron's unmistakable head of bright orange hair stood out amongst the other three boys, standing over Harry's bed, with an expression similar to what Hermione's was. Dean and Seamus, in a similar manner to Parvati and Lavender, we're standing close to each other peering over Ron's shoulder, whispering frantically. Neville on the other hand looked as if he was about to faint, cowering next to Ron. When they hear the door swing open, the four boys snap their heads around. I hear footsteps grow louder behind me and Hermione's heavy panting in my ear.