Scarlett

Chapter Three

"Scarlett," Harry's voice rang out. 

I furrowed my brows, confused as to why he would be talking to me. "Hmm?" My eyes opened slowly as I tried to look around me. My eyes shut quickly at the bright light around me. 

"Shh, come here," his voice was soft as I felt his arms under my shoulder blades and knees. Suddenly, I didn't have the comfort of laying where ever I was. He carried me and as soon as I sensed the light was darker, I opened my eyes. 

I scanned Harry's face, his scar glowing at the contact of me. "What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Crabbe and Goyle charmed your broomstick and you fell off," he explained. 

"What?!" My eyes closed for a second, "Why would they do that?" 

He shrugged and glanced down at me, "I'm guessing it has something to do with whatever is going on between you and Malfoy." 

"I can walk," I said. 

He shook his head, "I think you might have a concussion at the least. It's fine, you really aren't that heavy." He sent a small smile down to me. 

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I questioned. 

He chuckled, turning down another hallway. 

"I know who you are," he said suddenly. 

"What?" I questioned. 

"My scar burns when we're in the same room," he explained. "It's only done that when I've been in the presence of Vold-" 

"Shh," I said, as people passed us in the hallway. 

"Do you understand how much harm he's done and he hasn't even officially returned yet?" Harry asked. 

I furrowed my brows, "What do you mean?" 

"He has used people's bodies as vessels just for his own selfish vendeta. His followers are willing to kill anyone and has countless people stuck in fear of his return." 

"He's just trying to return so he can be my father," I explained. "He hasn't seen me since I was an infant." 

"Scarlett, he killed my parents, he killed Neville's parents. He is selfish and only wants power. What makes you think he really cares about you?" Harry scolded. 

"I'm his daughter," I reasoned. 

Harry pushed open the infirmaries door, only to be met with Madam Pomfrey. "She was charmed off her broom," Harry explained to her. 

"I'll be just a second. Thank you, Mr. Potter," she smiled before turning and hurrying into a back room. 

"Just because he's your father doesn't mean he cares," Harry said, setting me on the bed. "I promise he won't be there for you when he returns." 

"But-" 

Harry sighed, "I won't tell anyone as long as you promise you will not give into his work. You need to avoid any contact with him." 

"How am I supposed to do that? It's like he's in my head," I cried out. 

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused. 

"It's like I can hear his voice, begging me to do something horrific. I can't just push it away," I explained. 

"We'll figure it out," he promised. "Just focus on getting better and we'll come up with something once you're out of here." 

I nodded my head, and watched him as he stood to leave. Once he was gone, I rolled my eyes and let out a laugh. How gullible could someone be? I leaned back into the bed and closed my eyes as I waited for Pomfrey.