A/N Hey guys, I am sooo sorry! I have decided to write more chapters at one time and post them a couple a time. This way, I can take my time and still give you guys a few chapters to read. I have also decided to start writing longer chapters after this one. That may also make the wait a bit longer. I'll try to update once a week! No guarantees though, we start PSSA's next week in school, so I'm studying like crazy :p Anyway, please review!

Chapter 10: The Torture Begins

When I finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, I was breathing heavily.

"You really shouldn't be running you know," she said looking down at me.

"Vampyrutic bat," I panted out ignoring her.

She looked disapproving, but swung open for me anyway. I nodded in thanks and rushed in. I didn't stop running until I reached my dormitory. I ran past Hermione and Ginny in the common room. They watched me, but they didn't follow, and for that, I was glad. I fell onto my bed on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I didn't realize I had started to cry until I felt a tear slide down my cheek. It was soon followed by another, and another. Soon, I was crying uncontrollably.

"Bells?" Hermione's soft voice came from somewhere to my left by the door.

"I'm fine," my voice was muffled by the soaked pillow I was crying in to, "Just really tired. I've had a long day, I'll see you tomorrow."

Hermione didn't question me but I could practically feel her doubt rolling off her in waves. I heard her walk into the bathroom and get ready for bed. She got into bed a few minutes later. I sighed and sat up to close the hangings around my bed. A moment later, I was asleep.

A girl was walking down a dimly lit road. She had a hood over her head, and she was walking quickly and away from something. She paused at a door and looked around. Her scared eyes seemed to stare right at me. A second later, she darted down a narrow alley between two houses. She kept glancing over her shoulder at me, but I don't understand, I wasn't there. I didn't have a body! How did she know I was there? She mouthed "help me!"

The girl started running, and a second later, I found out why. A man burst through me as if I was a vapor and ran at her. The girl screamed and tried to run faster, but she hit a dead end. The man let out an extra burst of speed, and he caught up to her. He muffled her screams with his great hairy hand. He looked around and seemed to stare at me as the girl did. He smiled then. He smiled a great taunting smirk. Oh no…He licked his lips. No! He bent down to bite her neck…NO!

"Bella!"

I jerked up into the arms of Hermione. I was screaming and crying uncontrollably. I couldn't stop the piercing sound coming out of my mouth. I heard the sounds of shouting and running. I didn't care though. I only cared about the girl. What happened to her? It was obvious she died or was seriously hurt. I jerked a little when I felt cold arms pick me up. I started to scream even louder, and I started writhing around trying to get out of those familiarly cold arms.

"She's having a fit or something!" a bell like voice chimed panicky.

"Get her to the hospital wing!" a deeper voice cried.

I clawed at the person's shirt, but they merely held me closer to their chest. My screams soon died down as I became hoarse, and I went limp as another "vision" thing-y hit me.

"I don't want it!" the same girl as from before crossed her arms tightly, "I won't drink from a human!"

"You will if you want to live girl!" a second, rougher voice growled.

"Then go ahead!" she said defiantly, "kill me then!"

The other person sighed .

"I really had hope for you," he said mournfully, "You need to let go of your pathetic human past, and start to live!"

The last part was said with anger.

"What I do is none of your concern!" the girl shot back, "If it weren't for you, I would be married by now! I would be happy!"

Her eyes that looked at him were full of resentment and hatred.

She huffed and stormed off.

"If it weren't for me, you would be dead by now!" he called after her.

She ignored him and kept walking away. He frowned and turned away as well. The man seemed to look right at me when he said:

"If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have been there at the time. She would have stayed alive and lived a normal life."

With that, I started screaming again. I flailed about and clawed at the person holding me. There was more shouting and I felt a few hands patting my arms and shoulders reassuringly. I fought even harder. I felt closed in, without air. I started gasping for air and clawing at my throat. Black spots started to appear in my vision. It felt like a hand was squeezing me. Like a snake was coiled around my throat…

"Get that snake away!" a voice screamed from somewhere to my right.

"It's Nagini!" Harry's voice called in panic.

Nagini? What was Voldemort's snake doing here? Unless…That was when I blacked out and fell limp in a pair of strong, cold arms.