Chapter 3: Confronting demons

August 11^th, 1997…Riddle home…12:03 a.m.

He paced the room restlessly. His thin white hands grasping the Newspaper tightly. His thin lipless mouth set in a grim line. His red silted eyes flashed angrily at the picture of the girl reminding him of another.

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She looked so angelic as she lay there, her dark tresses fanned out against the starchy white pillows, her skin so pale it appeared to be translucent, Her full, lush red lips parted softly as she breathed softly, occasionally coughing in her troubled sleep. One arm flung above her head, the reddish/ blue bruises testament to the pain she was going through. Yet thorough it all she had ceased to amaze him. With her velour and courage, her kindness and sensitive ways. She was truly an amazing creature. He sent a silent pray for god to save her…

“Daddy…are you ready?” Amelia asked in a soft voice as she opened her eyes and looked at the man that stood at the foot of her bed. Her black eyes calm, lips pressed in a faint smile.

“Angel we are not going to do this, I love you too much to even think to try this, if it doesn’t work…” Tom said softly as he came to sit beside the girl. He reached forward with a trembling hand and cupped her pale cheek.

“If it doesn’t then that’s just as good…I don’t fear death daddy...I just want it to end…” Amelia said achingly, her voice filled with the physical pain of 5 years of Cancer.

“Am I interrupting?” Asked the cool voice of Liam Malfoy. His pale blond hair flowed gently down his back, His cool silver eyes sharp enough to cut threw steel, Dressed in the finest Italian silk robes of black, the man was not something this hospital saw on a regular basis.

“What are you doing here Liam…Did I call you?” Tom asked coldly, his voice filled with venomous disdain. His black eyes bore into the others, whom cringed slightly under his furious gaze.

“I called him daddy…you need two to do the spell, and I figured he would be the one you would want.” Amelia said as she tried to pull herself up. He leaned forward and helped her sit up, taking care not to pull the needle from her bruised arm.

“Well he…” Tom said as he stressed the he “can go because we are not doing that spell, as for you young lady…” He started in a stern voice.

“And what…are you going to sit here and watch me die!” she cried as the tears spilled down her cheeks.

“You are not going to die…” Tow swore roughly, as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Yes, I will and you know it…and if you don’t do this…I will…” she whispered in a muffled voice against his chest as she pushed away from him. Her face set with determination.

“You will not…” he hissed, his teeth clenched tightly, his black eyes boring into her.

“I’d rather burn in hell then spend another day like this…” she whispered back in an equally cold voice.

“Sorry to interrupt but are we doing this or not?” Liam asked arrogantly. His face set in an expression of boredom.

“No…” Tom hissed coolly

“Yes…” Amelia said at the same time.

He shrugged his shoulder and leaned back against the wall. The Man and young woman looked to one another eye to eye, which lasted an eternity before he finally looked away, nodding his head. He let go of her, his arms unwrapping like snakes from its pray. He stood up and walked back to the foot of the bed. The other man coming to stand beside him. Both men reached inside their cloak pockets and pulling out long wooden wands. Amelia closed her eyes and leaned back against the pillows, her chin set in stubborn determination.

“On one…3…2…1…Lazerth…” Tom said briskly.

“Avada Kedvera…” Liam said at the same time.

Both watched as the Gold spell and Green spell hit the girl’s chest at the same time and watched as she stiffened before slumping over in all her splendor glory dead as souls that she would most likely meet.

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“My Lord you called…” The raven-haired man asked in a low voice as he bowed. He turned and looked at the man, His scowl turning into a smile. Just the man he wanted to see.

“Is she as smart as this says?” Voldemort asked appraisingly, his red eyes shining brightly as a plan began to form of his skull shaped head. As he handed the man the Evening Prophet with a large picture of a woman on the cover, making an announcement about her.

“Yes, My Lord” Severus said softly.

“Tell me everything you know about this woman…” Voldemort command softly as he looked at the potions master, before taking a seat, listening intently as the man described his future Heir…

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August 12^th, 1997…12 Grimmuld place…9:02 p.m.

“Are you ready Severus?” Albus asked calmly as he looked at the potions master. With a slight nod, the greasy-haired man answered his question. He stood up and took the headmaster place as the older man took a seat to the side in the cavernous kitchen that was filled with 40 + people whom quieted as he stood and took their leaders spot.

“So what are the recent developments?” Albus asked as everyone eyes landed on the two man.

“Besides discovering the full content of the Prophecy and finally convincing the Giants to join him…not much…” He said softly. Several people groaned softly, but it was the headmasters’ next question that surprised him.

“And how much did he want to know about Miss Granger?” Albus asked as the group settled themselves and looked at the two men.

“Everything…From her shoe size to what her favorite food…How did you…” Severus asked mildly surprised.

“Know… this is one of those story that make the actual events that happened even more unfathomable to believe then the rumors that could ever be said for it.” Albus said with a faint smile.

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August 13^th, 1997…Evans Manor….Stratford-on-the-Lake…4:37 a.m.

He woke slowly, and rubbed his eyes…images passing before his blurry eyes.

A picture of a bushy haired girl lying stiff as a board on a bed…

Another of the girl, yelling at pale blond haired boy, before slapping him across the face…

The same girl tied to a rock at the bottom of the lake, bubbles coming from her slightly parted lips…

A picture of beauty in blue…

Lastly on a stone cold floor, unconscious…seemingly dead…

Harry sat up and looked to the clock…4:40 a.m. Since Mione as he had begun to call her, had come to stay the dreams were happening more frequently, but not nearly as painful, as they were before she arrived. However, for all apparent reasons, though for no reason he could think of he knew she was in danger. There was something wrong with this picture and the sooner he discovered what it was the better he would feel. He reached for his glasses, shoved them on his face quickly. He threw the blanket off and stretched before sliding his legs over the side of the bed and grabbing the running shoes he left under the bed and slipping into them. He stood up and walked to the chair by the desk and grabbed the sweatshirt laying over it. Pulling it over his head as he walked across the large room and out the door. He walked down the hall, coming to a stop at a oak door right before the staircase. He slowly turned the gold knob and carefully peeked inside. The room was in shadows but the candle by the bed casting pale yellow light over the majestic room. His eyes adjusted to the sight he was looking at. She was breathing softly, the thin blanket rising and falling, indicating peaceful sleep, one hand flung over her head, her brown tresses flowing around her like spun wheat. Her full peach lips parted softly as she took small even breaths. As quiet as a mouse, he pulled his head back out of the room and shut the door. He turned around and walked down the steps. Finally ending up in the kitchen where his Aunts, Uncle and Erin sat sipping coffee, Beth and Nia talking quietly, Gab reading the paper and Erin sipping coffee, and smoking a cig.

“So I take it she’s still tucked safely in bed?” Erin asked with a smirk as butted out her tell tail butt in the crystal ashtray on the table.

“Erin it too early in the morning for this…” Harry grumbled as he walked to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of brew.

“Actually it too late in the night for this, but I still had to say something, it’s cute, too bad it spent on little miss goody-two shoes…” Erin said with a shrug as she stood up and stretched, clad in black biker shorts and sports bra and with a gray zip up hoody. She winked cheekily, before turning and walking out of the room. With a shack of his head, he took a seat, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes. He stayed like this for several minutes and it was not until Adam spoke in his quiet French accent asked softly.

“Ist iz a Muggle thing or Britizh thing to wake so early?” Adam asked to no one in particular as he took a seat, Harry lifted his head to see the dark hair young man in sweat pants and T-shirt, his brow slightly, perspiring, pale cheeks flushed. He sat down with a wary grin, flicked his wand and a cup of coffee appeared, another flick and a bottle of water appeared.

“I think it’s a personal thing, neither British nor Muggle, or Magical, or Non Magical, just depends on the person, personally I just hate to waste a day by spending it in bed.” Nia said with a smile as she flipped a page in the book she and Beth were reading and looked up at the young man.

“Goode book?” Adam asked quickly with a grin.

“It will be when I find the right spells…” Nia said with a sigh, Beth frowned. Gab folded the paper and looked to his wife and sister-in-law, and Erin, Dudley, and Mione choose that time to come into the kitchen were the House-elves were starting breakfast.

“Maybeez I canz help?” Adam asked softly, his blue eyes earest.

“I doubt it unless you know anything about word activated memory charms, how to use them, or break them. You would need to know the activation word or the deactivation word. Most likely you would need to be able to talk to the dead, because unless my sister actually tells you the words she used on her memory, we’re up a shit creek on a raft of vomit and she’ll never know anything about her life, but thanks anyways.” Beth shrugged, as she closed the book and yawned.

“Do either of you have her wand?” Mione asked matter of factly.

“Yes, we do…” Nia said as she looked at Mione.

“Well if you remember the day she preformed the spell, the exact date, and use Prior Incantatem in reverse you’ll be able to see the spell that was performed.” Mione stated calmly. Everyone stared on in amazement as the young witch. Even Erin whom Harry more then suspected did not like, Hermione looked on in stunned silence. Gab finally broke the silence by asking in an awed voice.

“Is there any end to your brilliance?” Gab asked with a smirk.

“No…” Harry and Adam said at once, both boys looked at one another before smirking causing everyone else to laugh.