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“What happened to you?” Lily asked her quietly, tears leaking from her eyes.

“What? So I’m going to the dance with Lucius, it’s not that big a deal!” Kristen shot back, her eyes cold.

“He’s four years older than you Kristen! That’s sick!”

“You’re just jealous!” Kristen aimed low at her. “You just wish you had a seventh year boy that liked you.”

“Not one like Lucius! He’s a nasty scumbag! You’re better than him!” Lily fought back.

“He’s better than you. And so am I,” Kristen stormed out of the girl’s dormitory, frustrated by Lily’s reaction. She had though Lily might be happy for her, but all she cared about was the fact that her date was a little third year Hufflepuff.

In the Common Room, Remus, Sirius, Peter, and James quickly stood up when they saw her. “What do you mean by going out with Lucius Malfoy?” James demanded to know, looking absolutely furious.

Kristen wasn’t quite sure how he had found out. It had been three days though since he had asked her, so it had invariably already gotten to them. “I mean to have a great time at the dance,” She answered him with a smirk.

“It’s Lucius Malfoy you idiot!” Sirius yelled at her. “Don’t you remember what he tried to do to Lily? He’ll do it to you and this time I can’t stop him with a flick of the wrist.”

“Who said I want you to stop him. Lucius is very kind to me and I’m sure he’ll be nothing but a gentleman.” Kristen fought back.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Sirius told her through gritted teeth.

She smiled at him. “Just because you’re jealous of Lucius, doesn’t mean you should act like this.”

Sirius laughed at that. “Jealous? Are you kidding me?”

“Not at all. Come on Sirius, everyone here knows that you’ve had the biggest crush on me since first year.”

He whipped his hair around, making it look even more attractive as the girls in the common room looked on in awe. “Excuse me? I hardly think I ever would have liked the girl that fell for Lucius Malfoy.”

“I like that girl!” A boy in second year said suddenly, his friends laughing at his confession.

“You’ve kissed me twice Sirius, I think that means something.” She snapped at him.

“Curiosity.” He answered her.

“Haven’t you ever heard that’s what kills the cat?”

“And satisfaction brought it back.” He countered her. “Yeah, I was curious. You were a pretty girl, I was a pretty boy. I kissed, I found out there was absolutely nothing between us and never could be, and then I was done.”

She just rolled his eyes at his words and sauntered out of the room, off to her meeting with Dumbledore.

“I must say that it’s nice to see you in such a fine mood.” Dumbledore smiled at her when she took her usual seat.

“What can I say, things I’ve just been really good lately.” She answered truthfully. She really hadn’t ever been much happier than this, no guilt, no worry, no regrets, it was wonderful.

“I have heard some things though Ms. St.Claire that make me…worry a bit. Such as you accompanying a mister Malfoy to the dance.”

Kristen groaned dramatically. “Why does everyone have such a problem with this? Yes, I’m going to the dance with him, no, I hardly think it’s any of your business.”

Dumbledore looked sternly at her from the rim of his glasses. “You’re well being is very much my business. As Mister Malfoy is technically an adult, his taking you to the dance raises several eyebrows. Also his…past experiences with young ladies makes me question his credibility.”

“Well it’s my decision.” She told him defiantly.

“Unless I ban you from the dance.” He challenged her.

“On what grounds?”

“On the grounds than you have become openly defiant, you’re teachers reporting that you hardly pay attention in class anymore, and that you are lying to me.” Dumbledore almost looked proud of himself for coming up with those things.

Kristen put both hands on his desk and leaned towards him threateningly. “See if you can stop me Albus,” she spat at him before turning out of the room.

Dumbledore stared in shock at the door as she slammed it shut behind her. He hadn’t seen those eyes in a long time. So dark, full of hatred and pride: He had returned to her. He had thought Kristen had grown enough in her abilities to keep him out but there he was, staring Dumbledore in the face.

Voldermort was back.
* * *
“He’s trying to stop me from going,” Kristen told Lucius the following day.

“Even if you can’t go, we’ll do something together.” He assured her, slipping his arms around her waist. “Don’t worry doll, we’ll sort it out.”

“I’m going to the dance, that’s all there is to it.” Kristen declared, only letting him hold on to her momentarily. She didn’t like him touching her, as he was always so cold and his fingers brushing against her made goose bump rise along her spine.

“That’s my girl,” Lucius said proudly, always praising her defiant nature. He then kissed her cheek and began on his way to potions.

It was now only a week and a half until the dance, and Kristen still had no idea what she was going to do. She had skipped her last meeting with Dumbledore; he really wasn’t worth her time anymore. Besides, that feeling of all consuming hate was beginning to frighten her when it had once empowered her.

Kristen curled her hair delicately when the night of the dance arrived. Her pale pink dress was perfect, hair was done, makeup in place, and she was on her way to the great hall.

“You look beautiful,” Sirius said quietly, slipping by her side as she made her way to meet Lucius.

“Thank you,” she responded with a smile, holding closely to the rose he had handed her. She had no idea what he was doing, but she felt so light for a moment, something she had forgotten she could feel over the past few weeks. Her eyes suddenly locked onto Lucius’s though and reality came crashing back. “Shove off scumbag,” she snarled at Sirius, shoving the rose back at him before stomping over to her date. Sirius just paused for a moment, not quite sure what had happened. He then decided to do something about, he wasn’t going to let her get away with this, even if his date was already waiting for him inside the great hall, but McGonagall beat him to it.

“Miss St. Claire, I believe you were informed that you were banned from attending the dance.” The professor told her sternly, looking disappointed at what had become of her star students.

Kristen smirked at her. “Piss off,” she said lightly, spitting on her shoe.

“What the Hell was that?” Sirius yelled at her, nearly as angry as the shocked McGonagall was.

Kristen looked like she was going to yell back but her eyes suddenly turned a milky white and her face creased in wonder. “Get away from me!” She shrieked, pushing her self away from all the people.

“Miss St. Claire, cease this at once!” McGonagall demanded, grabbing her arm.

“I’ve had enough of you! You’re ruining my life!” Kristen continued yelling, ripping away from her and running towards a clutch of frightened looking first years.

Lucius grabbed her by the waist. “I hate you!” She screamed, tears running out of her cloudy eyes “why won’t you leave?”

The onlookers then gathered even closer as her eyes turned a blood red and her voice dropped several octaves. “You can’t push me away, we are one. You made that official at Hogsmeade.”

“I didn’t mean to!” She screamed in her own voice and cloudy eyes, desperately pushing away from Lucius, who gladly let her go after her nails began to dig into him.

“Well I did. That mark I gave you wasn’t just for show.” The low voice and evil eyes returned. “You’re a powerful asset.”

“I’m thirteen! Just leave me alone please! I beg you!”

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were congregating around her as McGonagall tried to herd the staring people into the great hall. “What are we going to do?” James asked as Kristen yelled.

“Why would I leave you child, when you’re in the palm of my hand.”

“She’s fighting You-Know-Who. There’s not much we can do,” Remus sighed. Even though she had been rather harsh with them lately, he hated seeing her go through this.

“Voldermort? Voldermort is speaking through her?” Sirius asked in shock.

“I think Voldermort is inside her.” James whispered, looking scared and pale.

“I can get rid of you. I’ve been training for this!”

“Stand back boys,” Dumbledore suddenly ordered them, appearing from nowhere. They all quickly listened, stepping away just as she drew out her wand.

Her voice turned low and humorous. “What are you going to do Kristen? Are you going to kill me?”

Kristen became silent for the first time in minutes, her arm relaxing as her wand feel complacently to her side. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She answered monotonously.

Dumbledore bent down to her ear. “Do not give up Kristen, the battle isn’t over. I’m here to help.”

Her face smiled as her eyes turned red. “Dumbledore here to save the day. How do you plan on getting to me Albus.”

“Listen to me Kristen,” Dumbledore said incessantly. “Don’t give in, think about what we’ve practiced.”

“Kristen, think of what we’re capable of. With my help, you’ve been able to tell everyone exactly what you think of them. We could be powerful together.” Voldermort said through her.

“Get away!” She shrieked, her hands pressing to her head as if it hurt astoundingly. The doors rattled around them as everyone felt a pulse surge through their veins. Her scream resonated across the hall as a huge rush of air excited, hitting the Hogwarts doors with force enough to split the wood as the people around her, save Dumbledore, fell to the floor.

Kristen swayed lightly, and Dumbledore had to hold her to keep her from falling. “I think I’d like to go sleep,” she nearly whispered, her eyes already dropping heavily.

“Boys you are free to enjoy yourselves at the dance, I’m simply going to take her to the hospital wing for a good night’s rest.” Dumbledore told them. The four boys looked at him as he had suddenly turned into a unicycle-riding Kangaroo. “Right, sorry I suggested it,” he told them, laughing slightly at their total disdain at the idea of leaving her.

“They don’t need to be here,” a young lady named Madame Pomfrey scolded when Kristen was all settled in her bed. “She needs peace.”

“She needs them Poppy,” Dumbledore assured her. He looked on as the four boys surrounded her bed. Peter was gazing out the window to the waxing moon, Remus had grabbed a book from Madame Pomfrey’s medicinal shelf, James was staring at his hands, and Sirius was reclining in a chair, occasionally glancing at Kristen but always quickly going back to his dream like state. “More than either of us could ever imagine.”
* * *
“Why did you give me that rose?”

Sirius looked up at Kristen as she looked at her hands. It was his turn to stand watch. Even though Kristen hadn’t been worried, James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius had been that Lucius would come. She had been awake for only about six hours, and because her muscles were too tired to move, she was forced to stay in the hospital bed.

“I was hoping it’d turn you back to normal. You know, a friendly gift from someone that’s not going to turn around and kill you the next day.” He shrugged lightly. “It worked until you saw Lucius.”

She laughed a bit to herself. “I really was horrible, wasn’t I? To you and Lily especially.”

“Well, personally, I’m kind of use to you being a jerk. Lily though, yeah I think she was more than a little upset.”

Kristen sighed. “This may sound totally horrid to you, but sometimes, it felt nice when Voldermort had control. I was powerful and full of these emotions that just made me forceful and in control.” She flicked a glance at Sirius. “I don’t know, it’s not that I want him back or anything, it’s just…”

“…you liked the feeling.” Sirius looked up, assuring her of his support with a smile. “Yeah, I know. It’s easy to let someone else take control of your life so you’re free to lie back and watch the show. It’s understandable.”

She gave a sigh of relief, it feeling good to be able to tell him that. “Oh, and sorry I accused you of liking me and everything, in front of the entire common room.”

“Now that one, you’re definitely going to have to pay me back for. Christmas sounds like a fine time to me,” He said slyly.

“Why though? Like you said, there’s nothing between us, and you made it clear to the entire common room.” She then stopped, and her faced turned distinctively Slytherin. “Unless there is reason for you to be embarrassed.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I think you just want there to be something for me to be embarrassed about.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going to start that again!” Remus moaned as he walked into the hospital wing. “We all know that’s there’s some sort of weird sexual tension between you two and that, yes, most people think you’re a couple even when you fight.”

“What?” They asked in shocked unison.

“Didn’t you know,” Remus laughed, picking the chair he would use during his watch. “James, Pete, and I get asked all the time if you guys are a couple.”

“And what do you say?” Sirius asked, already guessing the answer.

“Eh, depends on, my mood. Sometimes I say you’re lovers with passionate feelings for one another, sometimes I say you’re both dating each other to hide your true sexual preferences, and other times I just say that are both too pigheaded to admit you like one another.”

“So you never tell the truth?” Kristen asked irritably.

“No, the last one is the truth, and you both know it,” Remus answered with a broad smile, seeming to enjoy himself.

“Hardly,” Sirius scoffed, standing up and preparing to take his leave. “I have a girl friend, thank you very much.”

“What? Who?” Kristen inquired quickly.

“Gwen,” and with that Sirius left the room, leaving a thoroughly fumed Kristen.
* * *

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