When I woke up the next morning, I was late. And I was angry. Why hadn't Hermione woke me up? She normally did and I thought we were friends now. And even if she didn't wake me up, i normally awaken to the shuffle of girls getting ready. So I headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts in no hurry. At least Snape was on my side. 

My side. My side. My side. What had happened?

Kill Harry Potter.

I gasp. Oh no. Oh no. 

Then a darkness comes and soothes me. Why are you worrying? it asked. It made sense. Why was I worrying? Harry didn't care about me anymore- if he ever did.

Of course he did! Harry would always care! He was just upset. He would never say anything like that to me.

Then why did he? Dark thoughts overtake me. Of course I would kill Harry. He deserved it. He was selfish and cruel and let everyone die for him. What kind of a person did that? Harry would die soon. I would make sure of it. Father had to live. He had to. I would not let some boy called the Chosen One live rather than my creator.

What are you talking about? He would kill you in a heartbeat. 

I slam myself against the wall. What was happening to me? What was wrong with my head?

All of a sudden, students pour out into the hallway. I spot Harry and Ron walking together and feel my stomach squeeze. What would I say? 'Nothing'?' Hello'? 

Then he looks at me and I feel like I should have no worries. He's here and so am I and we're okay.

His green eyes study me from that small distance as he walks closer. "Val," he breathes. 

He touches my face and I close my eyes, feeling my eyebrows meet in their sadness. 

"I'm so sorry," he says quietly. "Will you ever forgive me?"

No! Yes! Never! Always! "What is happening to me?" I whisper, my eyes still shut. Then I open them. 

"What?" Harry asks. 

"Nothing. I'm sorry. Of course I will forgive you," I murmur.

He leans in and kisses my forehead. It's soft and just a peck, but it's so sweet and-

fake.

I shake my head, forgetting my surroundings. This wasn't right. Why was my own brain manipulating me? I squeeze my eyes closed and fall to my knees. I buried my face in my hands, groaning as blackness crept into my mind. Why was my mind doing this? Why was I having these dark thoughts.

 You're not human. You don't need pity or love. It will only bring you harm. 

I stand and open my eyes and run. I don't care about my classes. I wouldn't be able to focus anyhow. I run to the Gryffindor House Common Room and am astounded to find Dumbledore standing outside the entrance. 

"Dumbledore," I wheeze.

"Vallee," Dumbledore says, turning. 

"I, er, what are you doing here?" I ask, biting my lip. Why was he here now, of all times? I've never seen him in here.

"What are you doing here?" he countered, raising an eyebrow. 

I feel my face heat up. "Nothing," I say quickly.

"Oh, really?" he says quietly, turning slightly to run his hands along the door frame. "Come," he says and walks into the room. 

I follow him nervously after glancing back at the door. But Dumbledore was not a fool and I will not make a fool out of him by running. he's sitting on the couch in front of the fire and I sit on the other end of the couch. 

"Tell me everything," he says.

I feel my heart leap and butterflies gather in my stomach. "Wha-?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Vallee. I know you have a secret. The pictures talk to me. You're hiding something. You told Harry." He leans forward. "Why won't you tell me?"

"I-" I break off, tears pooling in my eyes. What could I say? Would I get in trouble?

He sighs and takes my hands on his. "If it's personal, I understand if you don't want to tell. But if it's going to affect others, then you need to open up. I won't take it out on you. I know you're truly a sweet girl."

I open my mouth to tell him everything, but a dark force shuts it. Bitterness fill me. "I don't have to tell you anything, old man," I spat. 

His eyes widen in surprise.

My face softens. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening. -" I roll my neck. "I can kill you. I will kill you. Just wait. You just wait!" I hiss.

I stand and start walking out of the room.

Then I collapse on my knees. I roll on to my back and stare at Dumbledore out of the corner of my eye. I feel the darkness filling me, but I push through. "Help me," I whisper. 

Then I pass out.

Bit of a shorter chapter but oh well.  I'll make up for it. What are your thoughts on the story?

-Blu