Upon returning from St. Mungo's Harry promptly locked himself in his room. Calliope was mystified as to the cause of this until Fred explained what they had overheard at the hospital. The members of the Order thought that Harry was being possessed by Voldemort.

"No way he's being possessed," scoffed Calliope, "if anyone knows anything about possession it's me, and he's not being possessed."

"Your possession wasn't exactly a typical one though was it," said Fred, "I mean, you weren't in your body when Voldemort was, most people can't do that."

"Fred I can sense stuff like that. If someone is using polyjuce potion, if they've got a disillusionment charm on them..." she trailed off, "what I'm trying to say is that I think I would have been able to sense it if Harry was being possessed by Voldemort!"

George winced at the sound of Voldemort's name. The three of them were sat in the twins' room, Calliope and Fred deep in discussion as George lay on his own bed and flicked through a copy of 'Quidditch Today', occasionally making remarks about some of the players.

"Does Harry know that he's being stupid?" asked George absentmindedly.

"Shall I go and tell him?" Calliope asked.

"No, leave him," said Fred, "I reckon he just needs some time to cool off, by dinner time he'll be back to his scrawny-four-eyed self as usual!"

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But Harry was not back to himself by dinner time or the next day. At around six o'clock, Hermione Granger came barrelling into the house, grabbed Calliope and Ginny and dragged them up to Harry's room, closely followed by Ron.

"So, how're you feeling?" Hermione asked Harry as they entered the room and sat down on the bed opposite him.

"Fine," said Harry stiffly.

"Oh don't lie, Harry," Hermione said impatiently, "the others say that you've been hiding from everyone since you got back from St Mungo's."

"They do, do they?" said Harry, causing Ron to look at his feet.

"Well, you have!" Ginny said, "and you won't look at any of us!"

"You lot won't look at me!"

"Maybe you've been taking it in turns to look and missing each other," suggested Hermione with a small smile.

"Very funny," grumbled Harry.

"Stop feeling all sorry for yourself," said Calliope said, "you're not the only one to have been possessed by Voldemort! If you had just spoken to us then we could have helped you work out if you're even being possessed!"

Harry looked from Calliope to Ginny, clearly only now remembering that both girls had spent up to a year under Voldemort's control.

"I forgot," he said stupidly.

"Luck you," said Ginny coolly.

"I'm sorry," Harry sounded like he meant it, his tone had changed and the tension had disappeared from his shoulders, "so do you think I'm being possessed?"

"Well, can you remember everything you've been doing?" Ginny asked, "are there big blank periods where you don't know what you've been up to?"

"No," said Harry, racking his brains.

"Then You-Know-Who has never possessed you," said Ginny simply, "when he possessed me I couldn't remember where I'd been or what I'd been doing for hours at a time. I'd find myself somewhere and not know how I got there."

Harry seemed elated, he turned to Calliope, seeking more confirmation.

"And you?"

"Well," said Calliope, "my possession wasn't exactly what you'd call normal, because I can astral project Voldemort could take full control of my body. But the whispers would have mentioned something if Voldemort was nearby, and apart from the night Arthur was attacked they've been pretty much silent, so as far as I can tell you're just you, no Voldemort in sight."

"That dream I had.." Harry began.

"You've had those dreams before," Hermione pointed out, "you had flashes of what Voldemort was up to last year."

"This was different," Harry shook his head, "I was inside the snake. What if Voldemort somehow transported me to London."

"One day," sighed Hermione, "you'll read Hogwarts: A History, and perhaps it will remind you that you can't apparate or disapparate inside Hogwarts. Even Voldemort couldn't make you fly out of your dormitory, Harry."

"You didn't leave your bed, mate," said Ron, "I saw you thrashing around in your sleep for at least a minute before we could wake you up."

"And the whispers showed me the attack," provided Calliope, "the only people there were the snake and Arthur, you were definitely not there, nor were you the snake."

A weight seemed to lift from Harry's shoulders, and he almost looked as if he were about to join in with Sirius' rendition of 'God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs', which could be heard as Sirius happily walked past the room.