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Anitra's Dance	By : ceceng Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimers: See chapter 4.

A/N: Thanx for your kind reviews. I�ll hurry on
with the next chapter. In the meantime, here�s chapter 5.

If you like Anitra�s name, you should go find
Grieg�s Peer Gynt and listen to the
suite, Anitra�s Dance. It really is the
most amazing piece of music. :-)

Re. Hagrid�s way of talking. Well, I tried, but
I�m not J.K. Rowling, and I�m not
English, so it may look wrong. ;-)

Old Tricks Revisited

�Oh, goody.
There�s my name! Anitra.�

Anitra was
studying the old-fashioned map with polite interest, only slightly wondering
about the drooping faces of the three youths.

�But..,�
Ron said in an infinitely disaapointed voice, �it�s your chosen name.�

�And...?�
the girl looked at him curiously, but it was Harry who explained.

�The map is
supposed to show the real name and whereabouts of everyone on the Grounds of
Hogwarts.�

�How do you
know for sure?�

�It once
revealed the name of a real person disguised as a rat. A person presumed dead.�

Anitra half
opened her mouth, then shook her head gingerly as if to clear a fog and
thought, better not go there.

�It�s even
written with citation marks,� Ron remarked regretfully.

�Indicating
that it is a temporary name?� Anitra asked.

�Apparently,�
said Harry sullenly and tapped the map with his wand. �Mischief managed.� The
map went completely blank.

�Cool!�
Anitra said with a grin and then realised, �you were trying to make it reveal
my real name?�

�Good
morning, sunshine,� Ron said sarcastically and promptly received an elbow in
his ribs.

�Don�t lose
faith, Anitra,� Hermione implored, �we will
help you find your identity. We just have to think. There has to be a way�

All three
of her new friends looked awfully concentrated, really thinking hard on her
account, but Anitra felt only half excited at the whole plan.

After all.
Finding out her real name would only be one tiny step in the right direction.
Not the whole journey. Realising herself � recover her memory and actually
remember herself as a person was the aim. And that might take a lot more than
being aware of letters to form a name.

It could be
that knowing her name would click the memory back in place. Also, it might not.
No one knew the correct approach in these cases, Madam Pomfrey had told her. A
small detail, a touch, a smell, recognition of a beloved person might make it
all tumble back. And it might not.

Anitra
sighed inwardly and was soon hauled back to the persons around her by the
tentative words of Harry.

�Hang
on.... how about the Room of Requirement?�

�How is that going to help her?� Ron said in
disbelief. But Hermione beamed.

�Harry �
you might be right! If we concentrate on wishing for a room with memorabilia
from Anitra�s life, it could do the trick.�
p clp class=MsoNormal>�Oh!� Ron
said, not sure, �do you really think
so?�. Hermione shrugged.

�Well, it�s
worth a try.�

Anitra
looked blissfully at a loss and said through clencheetheeth: �Somebody explain this to me?�

*

The Room of Requirement had to wait until
after supper. Ron, Hermione and Harry still had classes, Anitra had one more
class that day � Arithmancy � of which description she didn�t understand one
word. Sure, it had to do with a lot of mathematics, and she wasn�t half bad at
that, she realised, but the rest of it was beyond her. The next day she would
be attending History of Magic, and that sounded a good deal more approachable.

Anitra
hadn�t been able to wrench out of her friends what the sod they had meant by

visiting
the so-called Room of Requirement, but she dare say they would show her later.
They were a dear bunch. So very dedicated to her problem and eager to help. And
that sweet pair, Ron and Hermione; Anitra chuckled, boy, did they have trouble
controlling their hormones.

The tawny
haired girl missed a step going up the chairs to the room where the Arithmancyass ass would take place. Hormones were taking their toll on her too. She
remembered all too well how that had been. And Anitra stopped right there and
then in her track, causing young third year students to bump into her
uncerimoniously.

She remembered????? Her heart started to
pump blood into her veins at an accelerated rate. Was there finally something
she remembered? She winced as she concentrated heard on backtracking her
feelings and thoughts. She had been thinking of hormones � watching Ron and
Hermione � remembering how it had been. Had been? Well, she was going through
it right now, wasn�t she? And what had opted the acknowledgement of a rush of
hormones anyway?

Anitra was
still thinking of this when when a very small person tapped her from
underneath.

�Anitra, isn�t
it?� she looked down into Professor Flitwick�s kind wrinkled face. Good Lord,
but he was small.

�I believe
you are expected in that class,� he smiled at her and pointed ahead of them.
She smiled stiffly back. Right. Class.

Still
feeling stumped from hormones and her recent memory flash resulted in a
catastrophic Arithmancy class. But that was no big surprise.

*

�I DON�T
CARE ABOUT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. THEY ARE BLOODY WELL ALL AGAINST ME!!!!�

Anitra
looked at the threesome with interest as her attention to them instantly had
been drawn by Harry�s dulcet tones as she was entering the Gryffindor common
room. Jeez, she thought, not done with puberty yet, are we?

�Calm down,
Harry,� Hermione said desperately, almost ducking, �what are you shouting at US
for?�

�Yes,
Harry, what are you shouting at them
for?�

Hair wilder
than ever, his green emerald eyes flashing with temper, Harry swung round to
let the uninvited intruder have it.... and fell completely taciturn.

Ron
interjected grinningly, �Wicked. I wish I had the effect on you, Harry.�

�So what is
the yelling about?� Anitra asked innocently. Her eyes fell on a paper Harry was
clutching. He mumbled something inarticulate, but otherwise did not move. She
had to wring it from his stiff fingers to read it.

First her
eyes widened. The photos were moving � like a film. How cool was that! And the
decoration was really neat and old-fashioned � even the date was written in....
hang on!

�What�s
this with the date,� she mused aloud, �it says 2004?�

�What�s
wrong with that?� Ron asked with a shrug.

�Yes,�
Hermione said slowly, watching Anitra�s face intently, �what is wrong with that?�

Anitra�s
face was taut with concentration. Yes, what was
wrong with that? Why had she stumbled over that? What was wrong about 2004?

�I don�t
know,� she finally said slowly, �it just ... feels wrong somehow.�

Hermione,
Ron and Harry exchanged glances. This was probably something Professor
Dumbledore should know. What if time tampering was involved? Hermione and
Harry, at least, knew that that was highly dangerous and only legal by a
special permission by the Ministry of Magic.

�Anyway,�
the amnesiac suddenly said briskly, getting used to these memory flashes that
led nowhere, �you wanted to show me a particular room?�

�Oh, yeah!�
they said in one tongue and erupted in action.

*

The Room of Requirement was easily found �
or not found. At least the three students took her through dark and intricate
corridors without wavering, which is why she understood very little when they
finally stopped and said, �this is it,� and there was nothing at all to be
seen.

Apart from
the ghostly moonlight that forced its way through creaks between the ancient
stones and badly kept window sills, in addition to a slight flutter of mice,
spiders and rats, Anitra neither saw nor heard anything to indicate the
existence of a room.

�This is it
where?� she asked in confusion, a state she appeared to be in constantly these
days.

�Now,
concentrate, fellas,� Harry said, as usual not explaining anything. It was
beginning to annoy her. They could at least take five minutes to explain to her
what was going on. Or perhaps it would take more than five minutes?

And then
suddenly a doorway appeared. It took Anitra several minutes to pick up her jaw
from the stony cold floor. A doorframe had materialised out of fucking nothing!

�We
concentrated on really wanting to know about your past and your personality,�
Harry said, beaming. �Enter, please, Miss Anitra.�

Anitra
entered, her heart in her throat. Could it really be...?

All four of
them entered a rather small room that looked incredibly bare. There was one
photo on the wall, one tall window, one school uniform slumped carelessly over
the back of a leather polstered chair, a school timetable, a pair of scissors
with some tawny hair attached to it and a constanly spitting Aggressivus saliva.

�Oh, no,�
Hermione whispered. Ron and Harry said nothing. Anitra approached the photo
hanging on the wall. It showed her naked in the arms of Severus Snape � and it
was moving, but by now she was getting used to movies instead of still
pictures. She felt someone behind her grow wand tnd turned to find a very
blushing Harry with his eyes glued to the picture. She smirked. She had
forgotten how easily adolescence boys were turned on and embarrassed by seeing
a nude girl.

Ron�s eyes
were about to leave his sockets as well, and would have if it hadn�t been for
Hermione�s firm hand clasped over them in a jiffy.

Harry felt
something move in his crotch. Oh, no. Not now. He had to avert his eyes and look
at something else. It wasn�t like he had never seen a naked girl before. A
hungry Ravenclaw student by the suggesting name of Pussy Alot had seen to that
last year. It was just... that he hadn�t seen Anitra naked before. She looked.... lovely. And suddenly the
thought of Snape touching that superbly delicate skin with his rough hands
became unbearable, and Harry�s heart swelled with anger. Fortunately, music
suddenly filling the room averted his murderous thoughts.

�What�s
that tune?� Hermione asked.

�Anitra�s Dance by Edvard Grieg,� Anitra
answered with a carefully controlled voice. �I hummed it when I was well enough
to rise from the hospital bed,� she explained.

�A'>�And you
remembered what tune it was?�

�No.
Professor Dumbledore filled out that particular blank.�

�So that�s
why you chose that name?� Ron asked unnecessarily.

�Yes. It
seemed logical.�

�Don�t you
feel anything about the name?� Hermione insisted. �Yes,� Anitra admitted, �but I
haven�t been able to sort out the feelings. I hoped being called it would lift
the fog eventually.�

She sighed
and fell silent. The others respected her need for a period of grace and
continued wandering the room.

Anitra
shook her head. The room had offered nothing new. The memorabilia were those
she had accumulated since she stepped on these grounds and nothing more. The
leather chair was the one from the hospital wing � the one she had looked at.
Even the view from the window matched that of the hospital window. Snape
picking her up, her borrowed school uniform, her timetable, her cut hair....
nothing she didn�t already know.

�I guess
this room knows what I know,� she finally broke the silence and concluded. She
didn�t get any answer. Her friends were too disappointed to offer her any words
of solace.

�Well,
bugger it,� she murmured in mild annoyance, �thanks for trying anyway.� She
left the room, leaving them behind.

�Well?�
Hermione asked around, �any more ideas?�

*

Anitra was
unbelievably tired when she prepared to go to bed that night. It had been a
loooong first day, with way too many impressions for her to cope with. In
effect, she felt like sleeping for days, and her thirst for knowledge about
herself was definitely stilled at the moment. She just wanted to rest.

No rest for
the wicked. She ought to have remembered that proverb, but then again � she had
that problem with her memory, after all.

�Ouch!�

�Is your
scar acting up again?�

Ron was
looking at Harry with concern. Usually, when Harry�s scar hurt, ugly things
would happen. Harry was rubbing his forehead vigorously, wincing a bit.

�Not bad,
though. I think it�s just one of those � occasional reminders that my life is
messed up.�

�Awww,
mate. It isn�t.�

�Yes, Ron,�
Harry said impatiently and annoyed (his eyes begining to flash, making Ron step
back just a little), �my life is
messed up and there�s no point in denying it.�

Harry had
never told Ron about that prophecy he had got from Dumbledore at the end of his
fifth year. It hadn�t exactly been a candidate for a popular party trick: He
was destined to fight Voldemort and either he or Voldie would die in the
showdown. Super! He would either become murdered or a murder.

Harry�s jaw
set. No! Not a chance. He would absolutely not become a murderer. He would
prove the prophecy wrong and defeat Voldemort without killing him. It must be possible. There had to be a way.

*

Anitra
looked like something the cat had dragged in the next morning. In fact, she
looked so under the weather that Hermione took it upon herself to support her
new friend down the stairs to make sure she didn�t stumble if they suddenly
changed position.

�What
happened to you?� Hermione asked anxiously.

�Bad
night,� Anitra murmured.

�Perhaps you
should go to the hospital ward?�

�NO! ....I
mean... It�s not as bad as that.�

She was
joining her friends in History of Magic; apparently this subject wasn�t
considered hard for her to approach at any grade. However, Hermione stopped her
rather abruptly before they entered the class room.

�There one
thing....�

�What? Are
we going to se live history scenes? Are we going to LIVE history scenes?�

�No... it�s
worse than that.�

�Worse?�

Well, she
should have known. After the confrontation with Moaning Myrna, it should have
been obvious that there would be more than one talking walking ghost atgwargwarts. But actually being taught by one????

Once she
had got used to the ghost, it had to be the most boring classes she had
attended. Or so she presumed. The good news, of course, was that it allowed her
to doze off and recover a bit from last night�s trial. When she woke up,
Hermione was sitting beside her with an annoyingly awake expression in her
face.

�I take it
you�re not too keen on history, then?� she commented.

Anitra
shook her head, not as a confirmation, but to eliminate the last bit of sleep.
�I can�t tell for sure. But I rather think it was the professors�s uninspired
teaching that made me fall asleep.�

�Well,
don�t worry,� Hermione smiled, �the next class should keep you awake. You�ll be
with us � and Hagrid!�

�Hagrid?�
Where had she heard that name before?

Oh. Now she
remembered where she had heard that name before. She realised the second she
saw what Care of Magical Creatures was all about. First she met a gentle giant,
who extended his hand and swallowed up her entire arm in a careful
hand(arm)shake. It was soon clear to her that Hagrid was also a perl frl friend
of Harry and his gang. It appears it�s
only Snape that hates his guts, she pondered thoughtfully. Well... and
Malfoy. The young boy with the bitter facial expression was eyeing the
black-haired student with something very like hatred in his blue eyes.

This place is full of people with issues, Anitra thought with regret.
Actually, she realised, she herself was one of them. But a boy doesn�t turn out
like this without a reason � and the reason is always � the parents. Anitra was
considering this when Hagrid pulled the first bunny out of his hat.

�Ain�t she
luv�ly,� he said with tears in his eyes. Anitra felt paralysed to the spot at
the sigf anf an enormous bull with impossibly sharp horns and an abnormal body
that appeared to be a mixture between human limbs and bovine muscle tone.
Everybody backed away. The monster was tied only to a chain that lay in
Hagrid�s hand, and compared to the bull�s size, that chain looked awfully
fragile.

�Aay �
there�s good girl,� their teacher hooted, calming the beast.

Anitra, to
her own surprise, found her voice. �Tha... that�s a Mino... Minotaur,� she
stammered. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned their heads to look at her in
surprise.

�Ten points
to Gryffindor,� Hagrid beamed happily, winking at her in appreciation.

�They are
not supposed to exist,� Anitra continued, almost in a plea.

�Ach.
Fiddl�sticks,� Hagrid sneezed, �don�t ya believe anything ya read. Tho�s �re as
real as you and me, Missus. Whoah, ther�.�

The
Minotaur had started to lose interest and was trying to get back to its herd in
the pasture, shaking its huge head, steam coming out of its nostrils.

�I... hinkhink it wants to go back, Hagrid,� Harry tried, in a futile attempt to make
their teacher lock up the monster and preferably throw away the key.

�Not to
worry... I have �er under contr... >umph<.�

Well, not even
Hagrid could hold a Minotaur when it had its mind set on going somewhere. The
bull monster, still with Hagrid in tow, simply turned and trotted back to the
pasture where it made its own opening by crashing its way through. Very subtle.

�Eeerrm �
as ye can see,� Hagrid bellowed from across the pasture, �the Minotaur is no�
exactly no weakling. And...� his voice trailed off, not having enough vocal
power to cover the distance that simply increased with several yards by every
step the Minotaur took.

There was a
stunned silence there for a while. And when Hagrid didn�t show any sighs of
appearing just yet, Hermione said, �um � shouldn�t we alert someone? Hagrid
could be in serious danger.�

There was a
general murmur of consent and of the opposite. Malfoy was clearly enjoying
himself.

Then Ron
turned to Anitra. �How did you know what that monster was?�

�Greek
Mythology, of course,� Anitra answered, appearing to be puzzled by his
question.

�Oh, �of
course�,� he said in stark irony.

�She�s
right,� Hermione interjected. �According to Greek Mythology, the half bull half
man, Minotaur, was the monster in the Maze of Knossos where it hunted down
young people and devoured them.�

�Lovely,�
Ron said.

�Theseus
fought and conquered it,� Anitra mused.

�You know a
lot of mythology,� Hermione said, �could this be a clue to your past?�

Anitra
looked at her with a beginning hope, but then shrugged and said, �Perhaps, but
so do you, Hermione. It doesn�t prove anything.�

�It proves
you had a good muggle school education,� Harry pointed out, �I went to a muggle
school too before I went to Hogwart�s, and I didn�t hear any stories about
Greek Mythology.�

�Who were
your foster parents? Didn�t they have any books? Didn�t they tell you stories?�

Without
thinking Anitra thus revealed that somebody had told her about Harry�s orphan
status, and it was too late for Hermione to step on her shoe beneath the school
robe.

�No they
didn�t,� Harry said, his face slightly redder, �basically they didn�t have
anything to do with me if they could avoid it.�

Anitra
opened her mouth to offer a comment on this appalling injustice when Hagrid
reappeared over the hill of the pasture, yelling �I�m aw�right� � coming,
coming � jus� hav� to...� and disappeared again, his massive body being jerked
away by something unseen but obviously hopelessly strong.

Anitra then
sighed and said, �Oh, he�ll be fine, I suppose. I hope so. Dumbledore wanted to
see him about a chair with a negative attitude.�

*

TBC

Next:
detention with Snape!!!! (insert ominous music), and an old trauma resurfaces.
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