The Power of Love

Snake Language

I sat quietly on a bench at Kings Cross station. Looking around at the Muggles rushing through the crowds like chickens with their heads cut off. I glanced at the rather large clock next to Platform 9 ¾ and almost jumped for joy. Only ten more minutes. Everyone was busy. I could hear Mrs. Weasley giving the twins a set of rules and expectations for the start of term, Harry was laughing at something Ginny had said, Ron dazed off into space, while Hermione was lost in her new charms book. And here I was, desperately trying to keep my mind from going blank. Which, I was finding terribly hard to do.

I directed my eyes to the ground, feeling exhausted. I hadn't slept in two days. I couldn't. Because I knew if I did, i'd practically be inviting him in and I wanted to avoid that at all costs. Two nights ago, unable to sleep, I had gone exploring throughout Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place when I stumbled across the Black family tree. It was a beautiful, almost ancient looking painting on the battered wall. My gaze fell upon a woman named Bellatrix Lestrange. She was enchanting. Her long and wild hair was the darkest shade of black, and it contrasted perfectly with her fair complexion. I remember being envious of her looks.

Looks can be painfully deceiving, my dear Ella. The voice hissed in my ear, sending chills down my body, and making my heart beat wildly. I tried to put up the defensive wall of Occlumency, but I was too terrified to focus. His laughter echoed through my head sinisterly.

Ella. He whispered, as I ignored my thoughts and continued to stare at the tree.

Do not ignore me, girl! His cold voice rang. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My heart was racing as thoughts that weren't my own flooded in. I closed my eyes, hoping it would soon end.

I opened my eyes to the bright and busy Hogwarts Platform. The Hogwarts Express let out the two minute warning call. Magical folk began scrambling about the platform, hugging and kissing their children goodbye. I started walking through the sea of people and almost fainted when I caught of glimpse of a man in a dark suit, staring intently at me from a distance. Voldemort turned his attention to the train, and then back to me. I was frozen in fear, and let out a high pitched scream when someone tapped my shoulder.

"What the hell Malfoy?!" I yelled in annoyance, glaring at his smug face.

"Easily frightened, aren't we Potter?" He asked, as he gave me his trademark smirk. Rolling my eyes, I looked back to the spot where Voldemort had been and was shocked to see him missing. I checked my surroundings and still, he was no where to be found.

Stay out of my thoughts.

I can't help it if your mind wanders to me. He said, amused.

You're disgusting. I thought and boarded the train.

The journey to Hogwarts had been rather peaceful. I had actually accomplished finding a compartment that was empty. That is, until Daphne found me, and broke the peace. She stood there in the doorway, smiling brightly at me. I forced a smile as she sat opposite from me.

"Hi." She chirped as I looked out the window. There was a long pause before she sighed loudly and sat next to me.

"Aren't you going to talk to me?" She asked in a concerned tone.

"Hey." I answered and continued my gaze out the window. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. Oh, hey, your holiday was great? Yeah, mine was good. Other than I now have the most powerful dark wizard lurking around in my head.

"Whats your problem?" Daphne exclaimed. "I'm your best friend, and you've said one word to me."

I was about to explain myself, but suddenly became distracted.

Lie. He ordered.

No. I dared and turned to Daphne. But when I spoke, It was not what I had intended to say.

"I've just been really stressed out." I breathed in shock. "Harry's just been getting on my nerves lately."

"Oh." Daphne began. "Well, he's an arse. Don't let him get you down." Smiling at me, she babbled on about her Christmas as I pretended to be interested in another story about how much money her family had.

What the hell just happened? I was fuming. That wasn't even remotely close to what I was going to say to her.

I advised you to lie. Laughing, he continued on. You will find that I can be very... persuasive.

I was ready to murder him. Persuasive? I was fuming with anger. You just wait until I find a way to control your sick and twisted mind.

His laughter rang loudly in my head. Which made my blood boil even more. I wanted to stab him in his stupid, smug face, and I was about to reply with a witty come back when I saw Daphne lifting a brow at me.

"Are you feeling okay?" Her expression turned to concern.

"Yeah." I smiled and was happy when Parkinson announced we would be arriving soon and should get changed into our robes. Daphne and I got up and followed Pansy out of the compartment.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Suddenly disgusted by my rather ill looking circles rimmed my eyes, which were normally the brightest green, but were now looking dull and soul less. I brought my hands up to my face, rubbing my tired eyes. When I opened them, I screamed loudly at seeing Voldemort's inhumane appearance in the mirror. I looked behind me, and then back to the mirror. He was gone. I'm going mad. I could feel my heart beating out of control, and the tears that had been desperately waiting to escape my eyes, cascaded down my face.

A few hours later I sat at the Slytherin table, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to start the announcements. But to my surprise, it wasn't old Dumbles that took the stand, but the little pink toad that is Dolores Umbridge. She cleared her throat and the room fell silent.

"Welcome back, students." She squeaked out in her small voice. "I would like to announce to you, that the Ministry has decided that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will no longer be under the control of Albus Dumbledore." She paused and the whispers spread like a wild fire. Umbridge cleared her throat a few times, but no one seemed to notice. Finally, becoming so enraged, she shouted loudly. "I WILL HAVE ORDER!" The Great Hall fell silent again. She smiled and continued on. "The Ministry has spoken, and have found your headmaster unfit to run the school." Smirking at our shocked faces she went on. "It is my great pleasure to announce, that I, Dolores

Umbridge, has been appointed Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and things at Hogwarts, are going to be changing." She finished speaking and even the teachers had horrified expressions.

After the feast, "Dumbledores Army" met in the Room of Requirement. Everyone was barking at Harry, assuming he knew where Dumbledore had gone.

"What the hell is the Ministry thinking?" Asked Dean. "Appointing that daft woman as headmaster of the school." He said and shook his head in anger.

"They have to be mad." Added the Weasley twins in unison.

"What are we going to do, Harry?" Cho asked in a small voice.

"We continue school like normal, and practice our defensive spells when we can." I rolled my eyes at my brothers response as Harry smiled at Cho.

"Harry." Called Luna. "I was wondering, could you teach us the Patronus charm?" She asked innocently.

"Of course, Luna." Harry said and smiled in approval. "That's a fantastic idea. Saturday afternoon work for everyone?" Harry asked, and everyone nodded.

Good luck, finding a happy memory. Voldemort's cold voice whispered.

Unlike yourself, I actually have quite a few, happy memories. I replied.

I'm finding your memories to be weak. He said in a bored tone.

You're weak. I replied and laughed at how enraged that made him.

You won't be thinking that for much longer.

Sure, whatever you say Voldy. I said quietly.

Are you asking to die?

What? You don't like the name I've thought up for you? I asked innocently.

You are pressing your luck, girl. He warned.

Yes, my Lord Voldemort. I laughed at my response, which infuriated him.

I'd love to see if you are so brave in person.

Like that will ever happen.

We shall see. He whispered and the connection was lost.

Everyone was silent and moody in the Slytherin common room. Not that any of them were devastated to see Dumbledore go, but they didn't want someone like Umbridge replacing him. I stared out into the darkness of the black lake, feeling pretty lonely. I had no one to talk to about what was going on, and it sucked. I excused myself from the so called conversation that was taking place and walked up to my dorm. I changed into my pajamas and decided it was finally time to sleep.

To my surprise, I woke up the next morning nightmare free. I dressed quickly and made my way to potions. Everything was going pleasant, until Draco Malfoy took the empty seat next to mine. I looked to him with disgust, which only made him smirk more.

"You're looking positively pleasant today, Potter." He said sarcastically.

"I was, until you arrived." I replied. "What do you want."

"Why can't we just be friends?" He said and sighed in disappointment. "Am I really that awful?" He asked.

"No." I answered. "I just don't want your friendship."

"You're impossible." Malfoy said in a defeated tone, and looked down at his potions book.

"Look, Malfoy." I started. "I just have a lot going on in my life right now."

"So you prefer to deal with it all on your own?" Asked Malfoy.

"No, well, its complicated." I replied and sighed.

"Malfoy, Potter, enough chatting." Snape barked out and I returned to my potions book, adding a rather slime ridden slug to my cauldron.

After potions I ran to Myrtle's bathroom, feeling a little sick. I barged in and looked all around the room for her.

"Myrtle!" I called out.

"This is important Myrtle!" I called again, and a few moments later I heard the loud splash of her toilet.

"Ella!" She exclaimed.

"Hey." I said and leaned against the sink.

"Everything okay, Ella?" She asked with concern.

"No." I began. "Everything is most certainly not okay."

"Bad holiday?" Myrtle asked and smiled sheepishly.

"It started out good for once." I started and suddenly became very nervous. "But turned to shit pretty quickly."

"Family issues?" She asked and I shook my head in disagreement.

"No. For once, this has nothing to do with Harry." I said quietly. "Its...." I started but didn't know if I'd cause my friend discomfort by talking about what was going on with me.

"Ella, its okay, you can tell me." She said in an assuring tone.

I took a deep breath and looked to Myrtle. "There's a connection between mine and Voldemort's mind." I stammered. "He can see everything i'm thinking, change my emotions, make me see things..." I mumbled and looked to the floor. "Its awful."

Myrtle floated in the air, unable to speak from shock.

"Oh, and to make things worse... Draco Malfoy is attempting to be my friend." I blurted out.

"What?" Myrtle said and gasped.

I nodded and then shook my head.

"I thought maybe I could scare him away with my awkward charm and all. But he keeps trying." My laughter was cut short when I no longer had control over my mind.

"Hesha-Hassah" I hissed out loud and the bathroom began to shake violently. Myrtle who was backing away, screamed out in fear. I felt the floor move out from under me and I stumbled backwards as the sink started to move,reaching out for Myrtle, but forgetting we couldn't touch.

"Ella!" Myrtle screamed as I fell into the darkness

I was falling so quickly that I couldn't see anything. Just darkness. I reached out around me to try and catch on to something, but there was nothing to grasp. It was like I was on a giant slide. Suddenly, I collided hard with the ground and heard a loud crunch. That can't be good.

Shakily I stood up, pulling my wand out of my pocket. "Lumos." I whispered and the large room was illuminated. I pointed my wand to the ground, and instantly wished I hadn't. Millions of tiny skeletons lined the floor. Where the hell am I?

I pointed my wand above me. "Periculum." My wand shot bright red sparks above me and I was disappointed to find out that I was a very long ways down. Great.

Walk to the left. I jumped when I heard his voice.

What the hell! I yelled in anger. Where am I? I demanded.

Calm down! He replied. You are in The Chamber of Secrets. I sent you here by mistake. I was dreaming and our minds connected and opened the chamber.

This... is The Chamber of Secrets? I looked around the place in disgust. Its a dump.

Stupid girl! You aren't in the actual chamber yet. He replied angrily. Now, walk to your left. He ordered. I did as I was told and walked for what seemed like an eternity. And finally, I came to a round door lined with stone snakes. I reached for the handle and pulled hard, but it was locked.

Its locked. I stated, a little disappointed.

That's because you haven't said the password. He stated and I felt our minds spark together as he spoke, or I spoke really.

"Hesha-Hassah." I hissed once again, and the snakes on the door began to move around it in a circle, each snake going through and unlocking it.

I didn't know I could speak snake.

Its called Parseltongue. He said, slightly annoyed. And you can't, I spoke it for you.

I frowned and walked through the door. My jaw dropped. I had always wanted to see the Chamber of Secrets, and here I was. There was a large statue of a man who I assumed was Salazar Slytherin, though I couldn't really tell. His face looked as though it had been blown off.

Your brother did that.

I suddenly felt bad. Harry had no right to enter this chamber and yet somehow he did, destroying the historical place. Being in Slytherin, it made me sad. It would be like me snapping the sword of gryffindor in half and throwing it into the black lake. To this thought, Voldemort burst out in laughter.

Whats so funny? I asked.

The thought of you snapping the sword of gryffindor in half. He said and continued to laugh.

Oh shut up. I replied and laughed. Only, my laughter left as quick as it had came when I realised who I was joking with.

Don't act so disgusted.

I rolled my eyes and walked further into the chamber when I stumbled across a little black book, sprawled open on the floor. I bent down and picked the battered book up, turning it around and reading the name Tom Marvolo Riddle printed in gold.

So this is your diary? I asked, slightly amused.

Was my diary, until your idiotic brother destroyed it. He barked out angrily.

What a shame. I said with a sigh. The secrets this thing must have held. I went to put it back on the ground when he stopped me.

Keep it. He said. You might find a use for it.

Alright. I answered and continued walking until I met the statue of Slytherin, where Voldemort commanded me to stop.

Walk behind the statue and you should find a ladder. He spoke quietly as I walked, and sure enough, there was a rickety old ladder that lead to the school.

I looked at the ladder with concern and asked. This is safe, right?

He sighed in annoyance. Of course its safe, now stop being a coward and climb the damn thing.

Okay, okay. Don't be so rude. I said and frowned as I grasped the ladder and started to climb my way back to the school.

I had almost fallen to my death twice, in the process of getting back to the school. I also found that I smelled like death, so I decided to take a shower. I walked to the dungeons and into the Slytherin dorms. Tossing the diary on my bed as I let my long auburn hair out of its ponytail. I ran my fingers through my hair, getting caught in a few knots in the process. I started undoing my tie as I walked into the large bathroom, taking off my dirty shirt and tossing it to the floor. Looking in the mirror, I saw a rather large gash on my collarbone. Must have gotten it from the fall.

I didn't know you had been hurt. A snake like voice hissed in my head and nearly gave me a heart attack.

What the bloody hell! I screamed at him and picked up my shirt from the floor, covering myself. Do you not understand privacy? I asked as my cheeks turned pink.

I can't just come around any time I please, Ella. He began. You have to be thinking of me. He explained in a whisper as my cheeks flushed red.

Get. out. now. I said menacingly.

I would if you'd stop thinking about me. He said smugly.

I sighed loudly in frustration and let my mind go blank.

I was brushing my hair out when I remembered the diary. I picked the ratty old thing up from my bed and stared at it in confusion. I wonder how this thing works... I opened the book to see a large circular gash in the middle, ink was splattered all over the pages. I decided that it had no use to me, so I stored it in my trunk. Pulling the covers over my body, I stared at the ceiling in exhaustion. Finally sleep overtook me.



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