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The corridor was dark but I could tell from the feel and look of the ground that we were at the ministry. Off in the distance, towards the end of the hallway, I could see someone's feet. I slithered closer and closer, making sure that I wasn't noticed by the man. I could feel the hatred towards him rising and rising as I got closer and closer.

His wand was lit, but pointed higher up so that I could press myself along the shadows where his light missed. By the time that I was up and close to him I realized it was Mr. Weasley. He had heard my last slither, and quickly pointed his wand towards the ground, jumping backwards as I struck. I hit him once, Mr. Weasley stumbling back into the door, then struck him again, this time bringing him down to his knees. I was pleased with myself, but I knew one more strike would do it. I leaned myself back before cocking forward, biting him right in the neck.

He slumped to the ground, unconscious. My work was done so I began to slither back the other direction. It would only be a matter of time before he was dead.

Harry jerked awake almost as fast as I had. He was sweating and he turned to look at me with utter horror in his face.

"Did you?" he asked, panicked.

"Yes. We must go and tell the others!" I yelled, pulling him out of the bed and out the bedroom with me.

We ran down the stairs and slammed open the door into Mrs. Weasley's room. She was still awake, reading a book on her lap, before she jumped in terror at our arrival.

"What in the world are you two doing?" Mrs. Weasley asked, covering herself up in modesty.

"Mr. Weasley is hurt, at the ministry. We've got to send someone to help him!" Harry screamed.

Faster than I knew it would be possible Mrs. Weasley was out of her bed and sprinting through the door. We followed her, passing Hermione and Ginny who had opened their door at all the commotion.

"What is going on?" Hermione asked as we flew past her.

"Not now!" I called back, making sure that I kept up with Mrs. Weasley. I had to give the woman credit. When time called for it, she was quicker and smarter than anyone I knew!

She led up down the steps and into the kitchen where Sirius was talking to Professor Lupin, and much to my surprise Professor Dumbledore. They all turned to look at us upon our arrival.

"What is it Molly?" Sirius asked, standing up and pulling his wand out instinctively once he registered the look on her face.

"Something has happened to Arthur. I don't know. Tell them Harry!!" Mrs. Weasley replied, frantically waving her arms that Harry should fill in the gaps.

"He was attacked by a snake," Harry said, looking directly at Dumbledore.

"You saw the snake attack him Harry?" Dumbledore asked, standing up.

"No, I was the snake."

Everyone was silent and stared at Harry. Dumbledore shifted his gaze to the fireplace and kept his eyes there.

"What do you mean, you were the snake Harry?" Lupin asked, coming towards him.

"I mean I was the snake. I saw everything through the snake's eyes," Harry yelled out frantically. "Dumbledore, please, what is happening?"

"Lupin have you and Kingsley go and collect Arthur from the ministry, and be sure to take him to the right people at St. Mungo's. You understand?"

"Of course." With that Lupin was out of the kitchen and heading towards the door to take him outside. I was sure he was going to apparate to the ministry.

"Albus, please tell me Arthur will be alright," Mrs. Weasley said, slinking in to a chair. Sirius came over and began to rub her back.

"Of course he is going to be alright Molly. We will take care of him."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said, taking a steps towards him. Still Dumbledore kept his gaze on the fire.

"Would you please look at me?!" Harry yelled. Still Dumbledore did not look up.

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING HIM LIKE THIS!" I yelled, giving Professor Dumbledore a thorough push to break his gaze. Mrs. Weasley and Sirius looked dumbfounded that I had just pushed him, but it was what needed to have happened.

Dumbledore swung around to look at me. I was glaring at him and I knew it. "Leaving him in the dark is not helping him. It's not going to stop Voldemort from getting in, and it is not going to help Harry to protect himself!"

Dumbledore stared at me for a couple of moments, Harry's gaze going back and forth between me and him. Finally Dumbledore spoke.

"I am so sorry Harry," he said with a sigh.

"Professor, what is happening to me?"

"Voldemort is trying to penetrate your mind. For now you must be taught how to keep him out." Dumbledore turned to look at Sirius.

"Can you get a hold of Snape?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, right now?" Sirius asked.

"No, for tomorrow. For now I want Abby to protect him."

"But Professor, I've never tried to keep someone out of someone else's head before," I said, not sure I was the right person to be handling this.

"You can do it Abby. You know Harry and you know how to keep him out. Just transfer you ability. You can do it. For now I must go talk to someone."

With that Dumbledore was gone as fast as Lupin had left, Harry, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, and me standing there still as statues. Harry turned to look at me.

"Abby?" he asked.

"Let's go," I said, taking his hand and leading him back upstairs. We needed somewhere quiet and somewhere away from all the other thoughts that could possibly infringe on what I was trying to do. At this point, everyone was out of their beds and heading down the stairs.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, still looking like he could fall right back over and go to sleep.

"Go and talk to your mom about it," I said, pulling Harry past them.

"What in the?" Fred went as I rushed past them. I took Harry and I in to the room that we had just been in and closed and locked the door.

"Abby, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know occulmency and I don't know how to teach you. That's what Snape is going to have to do, but for now I am going to try and offer you some kind of protection from Voldemort."

"What do you mean?"

I let out a sigh. "I am going to try and create a mental wall in your brain so that Voldemort can't use your connection to get inside your thoughts."

After a couple of moments Harry nodded in understanding.

"Okay," I said, putting my hands on either side of his face. "Close your eyes and try to clear your thoughts."

I closed my own and concentrated on Harry's mind, it's structure, everything.

Here goes nothing.