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A tear pushed in his eye, and he quickened to remove it. She’s going to die, he realized and the thought sank in him.
"What’s wrong with her?", his voice trembled.
"Nothing. Her physical wounds will heal with time. Her mind is the trouble", Dumbledore said coldly.
"The Crusiatos curse", Harry whispered.
"Torture has an effect to the mind but then she would’ve relapsed into this state while still being under the curse", Dumbledore concluded.
He was cold and calm, analytical in his words. Harry turned to look at him. Astoria always told him he didn’t care about her. He cares, Harry would always say but now he wasn’t certain as there was more anger in his eyes than hurt.
"How did this happen then?"
"Tell me about what she did to you?", Dumbledore ignored Harry’s question as he turned to him.
"I – , I was kissing her", he started but stopped. Embarrassment took over him as he realized the Headmaster was the closest thing Astoria had to a parent and he couldn’t possibly tell him everything.
"No one will punish you, Potter. We are just trying to figure out what happened so we can help her. Moody mentioned you told him she put you in a similar state", McGonagall interrupted.
Harry nodded, thinking about that night. Her skin was warm and soft then and he wanted to feel her everywhere on him. It made him hate himself.
"She wanted me to stop but I had my hand on her mouth so she wouldn’t be too loud while I –, then I just lost control over my body", he took a deep breath before continuing. Dumbledore looked unfazed by his words and carefully listened to him.
"It was in my mind. But it felt wrong. As if I was being penetrated mentally by an intruder. My consciousness flowed but she was there. Everything happened against my will and I was powerless. The last time I felt such fear was in second year when I saw Ginny dying. She took interest in that and the memory became more clear. I still see it in my head as it now feels real again, different".
"Is this something that you called or she took you to?"
"I did. It was unconscious, the way thoughts flow in the mind. She just observed. She only stopped it and went in when she took interest in the Chamber. I – , I didn’t want her to come in back then in second year, I was worried Astoria would be hurt like Ginny".
"Then what happened. Did she hurt you?"
"No", Harry confessed and that sank deeper into him. She never wished to hurt him. "Tom Riddle was there but he wasn’t staring at me. He looked at her as if she was me in my memory. He didn’t realize".
"Is this the moment the connection broke? Was it by her will or it just couldn’t last more?"
"She got scared seeing him. I had only described him to him.", Harry stopped for a minute to look at her dead eyes, "I think she had control the whole time".
Dumbledore looked worried in thought. He didn’t ask Harry more questions but just looked at Astoria.
"Could you help her?"
"We could keep her alive, she seems to be in a self-inflicted comma", he finally concluded.
"Why would she do that to herself?", Harry gasped in disbelief.
"Maybe it was her subconscious, like a shut-down mechanism. We will take care of her, you needn’t worry, Harry", Dumbledore smiled back at him.
Harry looked back at her. He couldn’t believe she would do something like this to herself.
"You should go now, leave her rest", Dumbledore told him softly and Harry obeyed.
After the fight there was a lot of damage to the castle. Some rooms were destroyed and a few students who came to watch were hurt. They gave them a day off so the casualties could be taken care of and for students to recover.
The realization that Astoria couldn’t wake up become clearer to Harry in the morning. He tried to play in his head the whole fight. Her anger –
She seemed to be blind by it and when her eyes darkened something pushed through inside her. Her powers grew, her movements changed. It was like he was watching a different person. There was something uncinch about her. Yet that only made her stronger. The lightning he witnessed fall from the sky was so powerful it made his body tremble with fear. He remembered seeing his wand shake in his hand as he forced his grip to keep her steady. Preparing to face her, something he never imagined.
Her dead eyes creeped into his memory and he shook from the sight of them. He got up to find Hermione and Ron. He was hoping they would have more to say about the situation, as he knew Dumbledore always kept to himself.
They were standing under a tree. Ron was looking at her while she read a book. Their relationship was rooky the past days and Harry felt stretched out between them. But they were still good friends, he just wished Ron wasn’t such an idiot towards her.
"Is she dead?", Ron asked, his tone indifferent. Hermione pushed him in the ribs.
"She might die", Harry confessed. That changed their expressions.
"Why do you say that?", she gasped in surprise.
"Dumbledore says she’s in a self-inflicted coma. I don’t know why she would do that but I touched her and her body was cold", he said.
"Like a defense mechanism?", Hermione asked as Harry sat between them. She hugged him to give him comfort. It did work.
"I was a horrible friend to her", he finally said, a quiet sob came out of his mouth.
"There was always tension between you two. Friendship didn’t come easy, but that doesn’t mean you were horrible", Hermione said.
"She was a Slytherin", Ron added quietly, "It was always going to be hard".
"She’s still a Slytherin! She’s not dead yet!", Harry snapped at him with anger.
Was there a point in denying the truth? As if that wasn’t happening anyway. She could barely breathe when she was on her feet after the fight. She was scarred and Harry felt stupid he didn’t realize it was because she also was in pain. Maybe Astoria didn’t mean to attack them like that. She was unstable.
"If it’s self-inflicted she could regain consciousness. If it’s her body that is in danger, maybe that is partly why she shut-down like that to recover. If they heal her, that could potentially save her", Hermione finally said as her hand tightened around Harry’s shoulder.
And then his eyes widened. Astoria told him herself. He got up on his feet as if he had just realized it.
"She told me she might die soon", he almost shouted.
His friends got up. Both looked worried. Not for her, but for him, as Harry was in distress.
"I did nothing. I thought she was paranoid. You know, unstable in a way. She meant it. Her body was failing. Oh, Merlin!", he gasped.
Countless possibilities appeared in his mind, all solutions to one problem. Maybe he could’ve convinced her to talk with Dumbledore about it. Someone could monitor Moody’s training with her. It felt strange realizing all the signs were there. And that only meant it could’ve been a conscious decision. She made it to herself, he thought as he breathed heavy. There were hundreds of reasons why. Especially if Astoria thought no one will help her, that there is no other way.
"Calm down, Harry!", Ron had him by the shoulder, shaking him.
"I knew and I did nothing", he continued speaking loudly.
Ron hugged him. His hands patted his back as Harry sobbed.
Astoria was a strange girl. They got in contact as he knew Dumbledore took care of her. Hermione was gone during most of second year. Astoria was a Slytherin and that gave her the ability to get close to Draco Malfoy who they suspected. The trio didn’t like her much and her help was little, but they managed to form a friendship and it was great. She was different than his other friends but still good. And he always thought she was pretty.
Ron parted from him and looked at him with worry.
"Let’s go get lunch. The Tournament is coming to an end for you and I want you to win. You should do it for her", he said.
Harry knew he was being selfish. A trait that was undeniable about Ron’s character and it pained Hermione more than anyone else. He still agreed.
They passed down the corridors when a loud noise startled them. Harry looked around only to find a fist in his face. It was a hard punch and it made him bleed as a ring pressed hard to his skin. It cut him and it fazed him.
His back was against the wall. An arm grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Draco Malfoy was staring at him with a wand pressed to his neck. His eyes were cold with rage.
"I know you did this, Potter", he hissed at him.
Harry’s body felt stronger with the rage inside him. It was about time he put this bastard in his place, he thought to himself as he pushed him away from him. His wand facing him now as well.
"I didn’t do anything to her!", he shouted, "She was my friend and I actually cared for her".
"You never cared", Draco laughed looking down on him.
"As if using her for your benefit can be qualified as caring", Harry spat back at him.
A curse flew out of his wand. Draco dodged it and hit him with one instead. "Stupefy". His hand was still weak and it hurt. The place grew warm and Harry suspected a wound had opened to bleed.
"She told me what you did to her", Draco hissed as Harry’s face grew paler, "I got you during the match, but I guess that wasn’t enough for you, eh?".
He had never seen Draco Malfoy like this. And Harry’s horrible suspicion and shame was now confirmed. He was drunk back then; he just didn’t realize fast enough she stopped enjoying him. And he would’ve pulled back if she asked again. He thought she’d figure as she knew him. Harry was her friend. Always. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe Astoria feared him after that.
It was in that very night she tried to tell him and he thought only about touching her.
"She told me she couldn’t stand you!", he yelled back.
"Not while she was under me, do I need to remind you?", Draco grinned and Harry’s mind went blank with rage.
He forgot about magic. His wand was in his hand, yet he went in and punched him. Draco was fazed as he didn’t expect this. He fell on the floor and Harry fell on him with another punch. Draco grabbed him by the neck, choking him as he turned him around. Before his hand reached Harry’s face, his body fell back, stunned.
Snape walked in and students cleared the corridor as they saw his black figure approach. Ron and Hermione were standing there next to Goyal and Theodore who looked startled.
"I am going to punish both of you for this inappropriate behavior", Snape said coldly.
Draco was back at his feet and so was Harry. They both glared at each other. Blood was dripping from Malfoy’s lip and Harry had a spot darkening around his eye and a scratch on the cheek from the ring.
The bastard always smiled to him with his pale white teeth as to make fun of him. It was irritating because Harry knew he was an entitled prick and he never understood why Astoria would even look at him. Sometimes he got back to his initial favor to ask her to get close to them after the Death Eaters attacked the World cup. Maybe this is what caused it all and it was still his fault.
"Boyish stupidity is not tolerable", Snape hissed at them both.
"He should be punished!", Draco said with disgust looking at Harry.
"For what?", Snape raised an eyebrow as he looked Harry from his head down, looking unimpressed. "She did it to herself".
Draco’s eyes widened. It was a fact that he didn’t know. Harry stared at him, trying to read the reaction to follow but his face maintained that cold look. Only the surprise was detectable.
"Dumbledore says it’s a self-defense mechanism in her", the words fell from his mouth quietly but Harry refused to look at him when speaking. He might punch him if he did.
The blond boy looked stunned by that. It was surprising enough Harry said anything to him, but this was new information he needed to re-think.
"Why would she do it?", he asked calmly.
"Her body is dying", Snape said as an answer to both, "Go to your house’s room".
They parted. Both looked back as if they hoped something else could be said. Maybe it could but they turned and walked away.
Everything was dark. The floor looked like glass and Astoria could see herself in it. There was no blood on her face, no dirt from falling on the ground and losing to Moody. Only sweat, as the heat was unbearable. She looked around but there was only a black void. Rocks were lying around, polished like marble but dark.
She walked around – nothing to find no matter how far she’d go. Empty and wide like the horizon. That’s how it seemed to her.
Footsteps approached. She turned quickly but there was no one there.
"I’m glad we finally get to meet", a voice echoed, filling the place. She knew this voice; it sometimes spoke to her.
A man’s voice. Young. Deep. It always hissed when speaking.
"Show yourself", Astoria commanded. Her fingers straightened as she reached to summon lightning but nothing came to her. Not from inside and there was no sky to bless her this time. Only darkness.
Yet she could see. But the light had no source. She felt her mind going dizzy with confusion. It was hard to tell was this even a real place.
"I wanted us to speak, yet you kept pushing me".
Someone was visible now in the distance. Footsteps rang as he came closer. Astoria felt fear bite into her. The inevitable had come for her, earlier than this moment, but she kept ignoring it, pushing it down, burying it inside of herself, running and denying and refusing to acknowledge there was a problem with her.
When he finally revealed himself, putting a face to that terrifying voice that echoed in her mind occasionally, a young boy stood next to her. He looked like her. She had already seen this face. It was her grandfather. Igor Karkaroff had shown him to her. But it couldn’t be him, she quickly rejected the thought. Nicola Elroy was dead, and he died in his fifties if the newspapers were correct. He would be an old man and this was a young boy maybe a year older than her but no more.
His eyes were blood-red. It made him look like a vampire and she shivered at the sight of them. He was beautiful in a way, but cold, deadly.
He kept his hands behind his back. Maybe hiding a wand or a weapon. And her wand wasn’t with her, Astoria realized. It was a safe space, a backup she could always rely on if her hands tired and failed her.
"I don’t have a wand", he suddenly chuckled and put his hands in the air.
Astoria stared at him with surprise.
"Who are you?", she asked carefully.
"I’m you, a thousand lives in one", he said. It was true, she had heard that before. His voice in her mind, whispering long before she finally found herself trapped like this.
"What is this?", panic took over her as she realized this was some kind of trap in her mind that she detected yet did nothing only for it to drag her here now. Helpless.
"You were never helpless, they just kept you like that", he hissed at her. She glared at him with horror.
"Get out of my mind", she said softly as the realization sank in and then anger supported her, "GET OUT", she screamed at him.

A tear pushed in his eye, and he quickened to remove it. She’s going to die, he realized and the thought sank in him.

"What’s wrong with her?", his voice trembled.

"Nothing. Her physical wounds will heal with time. Her mind is the trouble", Dumbledore said coldly.

"The Crusiatos curse", Harry whispered.

"Torture has an effect to the mind but then she would’ve relapsed into this state while still being under the curse", Dumbledore concluded.

He was cold and calm, analytical in his words. Harry turned to look at him. Astoria always told him he didn’t care about her. He cares, Harry would always say but now he wasn’t certain as there was more anger in his eyes than hurt.

"How did this happen then?"

"Tell me about what she did to you?", Dumbledore ignored Harry’s question as he turned to him.

"I – , I was kissing her", he started but stopped. Embarrassment took over him as he realized the Headmaster was the closest thing Astoria had to a parent and he couldn’t possibly tell him everything.

"No one will punish you, Potter. We are just trying to figure out what happened so we can help her. Moody mentioned you told him she put you in a similar state", McGonagall interrupted.

Harry nodded, thinking about that night. Her skin was warm and soft then and he wanted to feel her everywhere on him. It made him hate himself.

"She wanted me to stop but I had my hand on her mouth so she wouldn’t be too loud while I –, then I just lost control over my body", he took a deep breath before continuing. Dumbledore looked unfazed by his words and carefully listened to him.

"It was in my mind. But it felt wrong. As if I was being penetrated mentally by an intruder. My consciousness flowed but she was there. Everything happened against my will and I was powerless. The last time I felt such fear was in second year when I saw Ginny dying. She took interest in that and the memory became more clear. I still see it in my head as it now feels real again, different".

"Is this something that you called or she took you to?"

"I did. It was unconscious, the way thoughts flow in the mind. She just observed. She only stopped it and went in when she took interest in the Chamber. I – , I didn’t want her to come in back then in second year, I was worried Astoria would be hurt like Ginny".

"Then what happened. Did she hurt you?"

"No", Harry confessed and that sank deeper into him. She never wished to hurt him. "Tom Riddle was there but he wasn’t staring at me. He looked at her as if she was me in my memory. He didn’t realize".

"Is this the moment the connection broke? Was it by her will or it just couldn’t last more?"

"She got scared seeing him. I had only described him to him.", Harry stopped for a minute to look at her dead eyes, "I think she had control the whole time".

Dumbledore looked worried in thought. He didn’t ask Harry more questions but just looked at Astoria.

"Could you help her?"

"We could keep her alive, she seems to be in a self-inflicted comma", he finally concluded.

"Why would she do that to herself?", Harry gasped in disbelief.

"Maybe it was her subconscious, like a shut-down mechanism. We will take care of her, you needn’t worry, Harry", Dumbledore smiled back at him.

Harry looked back at her. He couldn’t believe she would do something like this to herself.

"You should go now, leave her rest", Dumbledore told him softly and Harry obeyed.

After the fight there was a lot of damage to the castle. Some rooms were destroyed and a few students who came to watch were hurt. They gave them a day off so the casualties could be taken care of and for students to recover.

The realization that Astoria couldn’t wake up become clearer to Harry in the morning. He tried to play in his head the whole fight. Her anger –

She seemed to be blind by it and when her eyes darkened something pushed through inside her. Her powers grew, her movements changed. It was like he was watching a different person. There was something uncinch about her. Yet that only made her stronger. The lightning he witnessed fall from the sky was so powerful it made his body tremble with fear. He remembered seeing his wand shake in his hand as he forced his grip to keep her steady. Preparing to face her, something he never imagined.

Her dead eyes creeped into his memory and he shook from the sight of them. He got up to find Hermione and Ron. He was hoping they would have more to say about the situation, as he knew Dumbledore always kept to himself.

They were standing under a tree. Ron was looking at her while she read a book. Their relationship was rooky the past days and Harry felt stretched out between them. But they were still good friends, he just wished Ron wasn’t such an idiot towards her.

"Is she dead?", Ron asked, his tone indifferent. Hermione pushed him in the ribs.

"She might die", Harry confessed. That changed their expressions.

"Why do you say that?", she gasped in surprise.

"Dumbledore says she’s in a self-inflicted coma. I don’t know why she would do that but I touched her and her body was cold", he said.

"Like a defense mechanism?", Hermione asked as Harry sat between them. She hugged him to give him comfort. It did work.

"I was a horrible friend to her", he finally said, a quiet sob came out of his mouth.

"There was always tension between you two. Friendship didn’t come easy, but that doesn’t mean you were horrible", Hermione said.

"She was a Slytherin", Ron added quietly, "It was always going to be hard".

"She’s still a Slytherin! She’s not dead yet!", Harry snapped at him with anger.

Was there a point in denying the truth? As if that wasn’t happening anyway. She could barely breathe when she was on her feet after the fight. She was scarred and Harry felt stupid he didn’t realize it was because she also was in pain. Maybe Astoria didn’t mean to attack them like that. She was unstable.

"If it’s self-inflicted she could regain consciousness. If it’s her body that is in danger, maybe that is partly why she shut-down like that to recover. If they heal her, that could potentially save her", Hermione finally said as her hand tightened around Harry’s shoulder.

And then his eyes widened. Astoria told him herself. He got up on his feet as if he had just realized it.

"She told me she might die soon", he almost shouted.

His friends got up. Both looked worried. Not for her, but for him, as Harry was in distress.

"I did nothing. I thought she was paranoid. You know, unstable in a way. She meant it. Her body was failing. Oh, Merlin!", he gasped.

Countless possibilities appeared in his mind, all solutions to one problem. Maybe he could’ve convinced her to talk with Dumbledore about it. Someone could monitor Moody’s training with her. It felt strange realizing all the signs were there. And that only meant it could’ve been a conscious decision. She made it to herself, he thought as he breathed heavy. There were hundreds of reasons why. Especially if Astoria thought no one will help her, that there is no other way.

"Calm down, Harry!", Ron had him by the shoulder, shaking him.

"I knew and I did nothing", he continued speaking loudly.

Ron hugged him. His hands patted his back as Harry sobbed.

Astoria was a strange girl. They got in contact as he knew Dumbledore took care of her. Hermione was gone during most of second year. Astoria was a Slytherin and that gave her the ability to get close to Draco Malfoy who they suspected. The trio didn’t like her much and her help was little, but they managed to form a friendship and it was great. She was different than his other friends but still good. And he always thought she was pretty.

Ron parted from him and looked at him with worry.

"Let’s go get lunch. The Tournament is coming to an end for you and I want you to win. You should do it for her", he said.

Harry knew he was being selfish. A trait that was undeniable about Ron’s character and it pained Hermione more than anyone else. He still agreed.

They passed down the corridors when a loud noise startled them. Harry looked around only to find a fist in his face. It was a hard punch and it made him bleed as a ring pressed hard to his skin. It cut him and it fazed him.

His back was against the wall. An arm grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Draco Malfoy was staring at him with a wand pressed to his neck. His eyes were cold with rage.

"I know you did this, Potter", he hissed at him.

Harry’s body felt stronger with the rage inside him. It was about time he put this bastard in his place, he thought to himself as he pushed him away from him. His wand facing him now as well.

"I didn’t do anything to her!", he shouted, "She was my friend and I actually cared for her".

"You never cared", Draco laughed looking down on him.

"As if using her for your benefit can be qualified as caring", Harry spat back at him.

A curse flew out of his wand. Draco dodged it and hit him with one instead. "Stupefy". His hand was still weak and it hurt. The place grew warm and Harry suspected a wound had opened to bleed.

"She told me what you did to her", Draco hissed as Harry’s face grew paler, "I got you during the match, but I guess that wasn’t enough for you, eh?".

He had never seen Draco Malfoy like this. And Harry’s horrible suspicion and shame was now confirmed. He was drunk back then; he just didn’t realize fast enough she stopped enjoying him. And he would’ve pulled back if she asked again. He thought she’d figure as she knew him. Harry was her friend. Always. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe Astoria feared him after that.

It was in that very night she tried to tell him and he thought only about touching her.

"She told me she couldn’t stand you!", he yelled back.

"Not while she was under me, do I need to remind you?", Draco grinned and Harry’s mind went blank with rage.

He forgot about magic. His wand was in his hand, yet he went in and punched him. Draco was fazed as he didn’t expect this. He fell on the floor and Harry fell on him with another punch. Draco grabbed him by the neck, choking him as he turned him around. Before his hand reached Harry’s face, his body fell back, stunned.

Snape walked in and students cleared the corridor as they saw his black figure approach. Ron and Hermione were standing there next to Goyal and Theodore who looked startled.

"I am going to punish both of you for this inappropriate behavior", Snape said coldly.

Draco was back at his feet and so was Harry. They both glared at each other. Blood was dripping from Malfoy’s lip and Harry had a spot darkening around his eye and a scratch on the cheek from the ring.

The bastard always smiled to him with his pale white teeth as to make fun of him. It was irritating because Harry knew he was an entitled prick and he never understood why Astoria would even look at him. Sometimes he got back to his initial favor to ask her to get close to them after the Death Eaters attacked the World cup. Maybe this is what caused it all and it was still his fault.

"Boyish stupidity is not tolerable", Snape hissed at them both.

"He should be punished!", Draco said with disgust looking at Harry.

"For what?", Snape raised an eyebrow as he looked Harry from his head down, looking unimpressed. "She did it to herself".

Draco’s eyes widened. It was a fact that he didn’t know. Harry stared at him, trying to read the reaction to follow but his face maintained that cold look. Only the surprise was detectable.

"Dumbledore says it’s a self-defense mechanism in her", the words fell from his mouth quietly but Harry refused to look at him when speaking. He might punch him if he did.

The blond boy looked stunned by that. It was surprising enough Harry said anything to him, but this was new information he needed to re-think.

"Why would she do it?", he asked calmly.

"Her body is dying", Snape said as an answer to both, "Go to your house’s room".

They parted. Both looked back as if they hoped something else could be said. Maybe it could but they turned and walked away.

Everything was dark. The floor looked like glass and Astoria could see herself in it. There was no blood on her face, no dirt from falling on the ground and losing to Moody. Only sweat, as the heat was unbearable. She looked around but there was only a black void. Rocks were lying around, polished like marble but dark.

She walked around – nothing to find no matter how far she’d go. Empty and wide like the horizon. That’s how it seemed to her.

Footsteps approached. She turned quickly but there was no one there.

"I’m glad we finally get to meet", a voice echoed, filling the place. She knew this voice; it sometimes spoke to her.

A man’s voice. Young. Deep. It always hissed when speaking.

"Show yourself", Astoria commanded. Her fingers straightened as she reached to summon lightning but nothing came to her. Not from inside and there was no sky to bless her this time. Only darkness.

Yet she could see. But the light had no source. She felt her mind going dizzy with confusion. It was hard to tell was this even a real place.

"I wanted us to speak, yet you kept pushing me".

Someone was visible now in the distance. Footsteps rang as he came closer. Astoria felt fear bite into her. The inevitable had come for her, earlier than this moment, but she kept ignoring it, pushing it down, burying it inside of herself, running and denying and refusing to acknowledge there was a problem with her.

When he finally revealed himself, putting a face to that terrifying voice that echoed in her mind occasionally, a young boy stood next to her. He looked like her. She had already seen this face. It was her grandfather. Igor Karkaroff had shown him to her. But it couldn’t be him, she quickly rejected the thought. Nicola Elroy was dead, and he died in his fifties if the newspapers were correct. He would be an old man and this was a young boy maybe a year older than her but no more.

His eyes were blood-red. It made him look like a vampire and she shivered at the sight of them. He was beautiful in a way, but cold, deadly.

He kept his hands behind his back. Maybe hiding a wand or a weapon. And her wand wasn’t with her, Astoria realized. It was a safe space, a backup she could always rely on if her hands tired and failed her.

"I don’t have a wand", he suddenly chuckled and put his hands in the air.

Astoria stared at him with surprise.

"Who are you?", she asked carefully.

"I’m you, a thousand lives in one", he said. It was true, she had heard that before. His voice in her mind, whispering long before she finally found herself trapped like this.

"What is this?", panic took over her as she realized this was some kind of trap in her mind that she detected yet did nothing only for it to drag her here now. Helpless.

"You were never helpless, they just kept you like that", he hissed at her. She glared at him with horror.

"Get out of my mind", she said softly as the realization sank in and then anger supported her, "GET OUT", she screamed at him.