NATALIA [Draco Malfoy Fanfiction]

Six | Rage-Goddess, Sing

I had felt frantic, my hands buzzed with a sort of energy as I sifted through book after book in the library. Yes, I was probably sleep deprived, in that state before mania where your body seems to fight between shutting down and going into overdrive. Yes, I was probably loosing my mind—just as I figured. But, I wasn't about to let Dumbledore win.

Just spitballing here... are we sure that this is an actual win/loose situation here.

He started this game when he decided to start pulling the strings, I mentally told Sirius, giving my growing list of books a passive glance.

I was going to figure this out. I will not be used as a pawn.

But first, Necromancy. My eyes darted across the pages, "rare gift," I murmured to myself, "often goes written off as crazy... those who are documented as particularly skilled in the art are often considered highly deranged and...start intentionally seeking dark magic and the power it gives." Something catches my eye, "the most infamous of these include Lord Voldemort and Grindelwald," it reads, the air suddenly seeming a bit thinner as I hear my heart pumping in my ears.

I swallowed hard, half aware of Sirius now sitting on my other side, cautiously glancing over my shoulder. "Lovely," I muttered, "but, it still doesn't explain you."

"No it does not," Sirius agreed.

"Well, if it's any consolation, you're definitely dead. It says here that it takes an incredible amount of concentration and practice in raising an Inferi," I told him, "and you'd have come back looking like one of these little buggers," I gestured to the picture that's been supplied as an additional description, Sirius cringing in disgust.

"Plus, there's the whole 'no soul' aspect to it," Sirius added, "pretty sure I still have one."

"I think I'm only talking to your soul, no? Your body has been discarded?"

"I... yea, I guess so."

I turned back to the book, wishing it had given me the answer to at least one of the many questions I had. So I moved on to the next one, making sure to have collected enough information to cover every possible conclusion; including muggle ones.

"Some of these conclusions seem a little far fetched, Nat," Sirius mused sceptically, "I mean, having magic means we can write some of these 'disorders' off, no?"

"If there is no magical conclusion, maybe there is a muggle one."

"I'm not a hallucination."

"That's what a hallucination would say," I snapped back, a little too loudly as a girl who had sat down a few seats away from me suddenly upped and left. I curse, making sure that the girl wasn't a Slytherin before continuing on with my life, my tongue fixing the mandrake leaf to once again sit in a more comfortable position.

Have you ever been able to take control of my body? I asked him; internally this time.

N-no, I mean, I never tried; but I don't think so.

I turned to look at him, still not quite used to him speaking into my head; well, go on then, give it a whirl.

How am I mean't to take control of your body when I have virtually no idea how to achieve such a feat? Is this really a muggle diagnosis?

I looked around, making sure the coast is clear before muttering in a low voice, "Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's like, other alters inside of your head."

"But... I'm a real person," Sirius argued, "this isn't... I'm real."

"Says who," I fired back.