Authors' Note: Look at us (well Marie at least) go! A second story! Sorry it took so long to come up with this chapter but I had reasons. For one I fixed all the other chapters in the first story so it is mostly error free. We're really excited for this story because we finally get to know what is going to happen. Some parts we have been planning since the beginning and we can't wait to share them with you. This chapter cause us some troubles so we know the rest of them won't take as long.

We decided on the title 'Hearted' because it kind of explains Tatiana as a whole. There is pure-hearted, cruel-hearted and a bunch of others. Which one is she? You'll have to wait and find out. Now the time you have all been waiting for... Review please (the next chapter will come faster the more we get).

Disclaimer: We own nothing of J.K.'s creation, nor the lines we took from the Harry Potter movies.

The Newest Heir: Hearted

Chapter 1

Empty

Two dozen sit silently at the table. I gaze around, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of the fireplace. None of them dare meet my gaze, none minus the woman frozen in mid air at the opposite side of the table. There is nothing but fear in her eyes, and I smile at the thought. Her eyes shift noticing the newcomer.

"Severus. I was beginning to worry you'd lost your way. Come. We've saved you a seat." He took his seat, a little hesitant mostly due to our guest.

"You bring news I trust."

"It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall."

"I've heard differently my lord." I slowly turned my gaze to who was speaking. Yaxley continued, "Dawlish, the Auror, let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the thirtieth of this month, the night before he turns seventeen."

"This is a false trail. The Auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry potter. Those closest to him believe that we have infiltrated the Ministry." Snape cut in.

"Well, they've got that right then, 'aven't they?" A squat man said then cackled wheezily. Others join in, but it was short lived. As soon as I raised my hand they stopped immediately.

"What say you Pius?" I asked the man sitting at the opposite side of the table.

"One hears many things, my lord." He looks up from the floor and meets my gaze placidly. "Whether the truth is among them is not clear."

"Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove to be most useful, Pius." I could see a faint smile. I needed him, and I needed him not to be in complete fear of me because that would render him almost completely useless.

"Where will he be taken? The boy?"

"To a safe house. Likely the home of someone in the Order. I'm told it has been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him." Snape answered. Bellatrix cleared her throat, gaining everyone's attention.

"My lord, I'd like to volunteer myself for this task. I want to kill the boy." Bellatrix pleaded. Just then a wail rises from the floorboards.

"Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?" he scrambles quickly away, fearing what I could do with him.

"Yes, m-my lord. Right away, my lord." Like the rat he is, he scurried out of my sight. Bellatrix was still waiting for my answer.

"As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter." I stood up from my chair. "But I face an unfortunate complication. My wand and Potter's share the same core. They are, in some ways, twins. We can wound but not fatally harm one another." I laid my wand down on the hard table. The click of wood on wood was the only sound. " If I am to kill him… I must do it with another's wand." I walked along one side of the table. No one moved. "Come now. Surely one of you would like the honour? What about… you, Lucius?" My voice was just over a whisper, a hiss.

"My Lord?" Lucius choked.

"My Lord?" I mocked him. How he ever became my follower, let alone bring himself this low.

"I require your wand." I opened my hand, waiting for him to pass it to me. With shaking hands he begrudgingly handed it over.

"Do I detect elm?"

"Yes, my lord." I examined the wand, running my fingers over it to get a feel of it. Satisfied, I snapped the ornament off the end with a loud snap making him jump.

"And the core?"

"Dragon — dragon heartstring." I repeated the words, having a need to mock him further. I threw the ornament on the table causing him to jump again, pathetic. Testing the wand, I flicked it at the body, drawing her closer.

"For those of you who do not know, we are joined tonight by Miss Charity Burbage who until recently taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her specialty was Muggle studies. It is Miss Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us. She would, given her way, have us mate with them." A chorus of disgust ran through the crowd. "To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination but something to be encouraged."

"Severus, Severus please. We're friends…" she pleaded, looking for any sign of escape. I know of one way. I flicked the wand again sending a killing curse. Green light illuminated the room and the body fell lifelessly to the table.

"Nagini… Dinner." She coiled onto the table and struck.

Dear Blaise,

I passed my Apparating test on the first try, beat that. Oh wait you can't. How's your summer going so far? Better than mine I bet. I don't know how much more I can learn before my head explodes. McGonagall is hardly ever here but I swear that she sends her cat to watch over me, it's kind of freaky.

Have you heard any word from Draco? Because he hasn't answered any of my letters, and yes I had to use owls to send them.

I had a dream Blaise. It was horrible and it felt like forever to wake up. I still have chills thinking about it. I could see Draco and his family and Snape with a bunch of other people talking about Harry. I, well from my view, killed a teacher. It took forever for my eyes to turn back to normal, half a day at least. Should I have kept this from McGonagall? Because of the way she doesn't watch me I know that she doesn't know the secret.

See you in a few weeks.

Tatiana

P.S. I have no idea what to call McGonagall, so I haven't addressed her since I've been here.

Tat,

I haven't heard from Draco, but the Ministry is controlling the post. I thought you stopped having these dreams, why are they coming back; can't you do what you did before to make them stop? Don't tell anyone about the dreams. We have to think before trusting people now that Dumbledore is dead.

Good luck with the cat, and McGonagall.

Blaise

Blaise,

You're absolutely no help at all. Even in writing I can tell that you aren't telling me something. Besides you only Snape knows, let's pray that he can keep a secret.

McGonagall asked me if I wanted to visit my house. I said no because I didn't think I could handle it. Does it make me weak?

Tatiana

Tat,

It doesn't make you weak; going would no doubt bring back put you back into that hole, and would wreck the rest of my vacation. Don't worry about it, if you want I can take you.

See you in a few days, and then we can talk without screening.

Remember, 12:00 at the Three Broomsticks on Friday.

Blaise

It was the last day before I would meet Blaise and finally have a real break. Each day that grew closer to it, my anticipation worsened. I would sit at my desk looking out the window, my feet tapped anxiously on the cabin floor. I had a pile of books on my desk but the pages simply flipped in the breeze coming from the window. The warm summer air was tempting me, inviting me outside to run barefoot in the grass. My thoughts of summer and having the sun tan my pale skin, were interrupted by a cat meowing. The cat came and stood on my desk as if telling me that I had to get back to work. This cat was did not look like it wanted to be petted or cuddled, and I thought about pushing her off the desk but I decided against it. I had a feeling that the cat would tell McGonagall that I was abusing her. I eyed the cat willing it to get of the desk so that I could go back to pretending to do work. The cat lost our starring contest and jumped off the desk, in mid-air the cat transformed into a person, McGonagall to be exact.

"Holy sh..." I jumped backwards out of shock. However I was in a chair and it toppled backwards, cutting off my cursing. I picked myself off the floor rubbing the back of my head while placing the chair back on two legs. "Have you been the cat the whole time?" I asked her, waiting for her to change back into a cat again.

"Yes Miss Nadira I am an Animagus." I tried to remember if I had said anything to the cat. So McGonagall had been here most of the time, watching as a cat.

"That is so cool! I want to turn into an animal." I was thinking about what animal I would turn into, the scary part was that I could see myself turning into a snake, venom included. I wonder if you could choose the animal that you would turn into. I highly doubt it.

"Maybe once you're finished school." I could tell what she really meant: if you even get through school and make sure I'm not there when you blow yourself up. She handed me an envelope, stopping my thoughts. I was going ask the obvious but I held my tongue as soon as I saw that it a letter addressed to me.

"This is your Hogwarts letter that everyone will receive, and this," She handed me another a piece of paper "Is the list of items that you will need this year." And with that she left. At least she didn't come to scold me about not studying, again. I carefully opened the letter, the insignia and the wax crest looked oddly familiar. I couldn't remember exactly, but I do remember opening a letter just like this at least six years ago. My mom immediately ripped it out of our hands telling us that she didn't want us opening mail if we didn't know who it came from. I read the letter and then the list of my supplies. A shopping trip with Blaise is needed. As long as he doesn't buy me anything I think I'll be good.

I strategically used the rest of my day packing. Sure I could use magic, but then I would have no idea what I packed and I would have to go back and study. So I spent a few hours carefully folding each item. Most of the clothes were the ones that Narcissa had bought me. They still smelt like her, and it was comforting. It took a lot of persuading letters after last Christmas for her to return my own clothes, she eventually caved but she only returned some of the items. I miss her and her son. I want nothing more to see them again, but with this war going on I don't know if that will be possible. McGonagall is trying to keep me out as much as possible but there is only so much she can do. I rarely get any news from the outside world, why are people trying so hard to keep me in the dark. I heard from a floating blue light that the Ministry had fallen and that the Minister is dead. She thought I was asleep but I haven't slept much because I'm scared of having another dream.

I keep the vial that Snape put my memories in close to me. I did in fact open it once; I just couldn't take not knowing anymore. My curiosity spiked drastically once I had that last nightmare and I was desperate to know why I had this connection. Snape probably thought of this beforehand because I realised that I would need a spell to get the memories back in my head. I don't know what might kill me faster the after effect of knowing or my curiosity. I figured that I would eventually find out and I would have to be patient. I that way I could postpone my possible death for as long as I can. Then patience has never been one of my virtues. Maybe if I'm lucky it won't be my death because I do tend to jump to conclusions; then again, I also have never been really lucky.

The following morning McGonagall taught me the most useful spells I have used to date. One to put all of my bags into one, I think it is the undetectable extension charm and another to make it feather light. That way I would only have to carry one bag around with me. She then made sure that I did have someone waiting for me. As a farewell I gave her a quick hug, a little awkward, but she did give me a home for almost two months. I waved to her one last time before I ducked into the Three Broomsticks, finally my summer can begin.

"Deciding to stay brunette?" I heard an all too familiar voice coming from a table.

"Still can't get over me I see." I answered as Blaise stood and gave me a hug. Not really the arms that I would like to be in, but they were comforting nonetheless. I felt him tense, something was wrong.

"There are Snatchers coming, pretend you're related to me and came for a visit." He whispered quickly in my ear. I looked at him confused, for one what the heck is a Snatcher? "I'll explain later." He said quietly without moving his lips. I turned around to see two men, one wearing a long leather jacket and heavy boots the other wearing a hoodie and sneakers, both smelt like they haven't bathed in a couple weeks. Like all other men that I have encountered they scanned me up and down with their eyes, and I could see what they wanted from the way they stared hungrily. If Blaise wasn't standing in front of me, I would've punched them both in the face.

"All we want is to talk." One of them said still eyeing me.

"I hate it when they run." The other complained.

"What do you want?" Blaise said annoyed. "I'm on your list so what more do you want?"

"Oh it's not you we want, it's her." The first one replied, his voice made me skin crawl. Blaise stood partially in front of me making it so they would have to go through him to get to me.

"C'est d'accord Blaise," (It's alright Blaise,) I put a hand on his shoulder, to make sure he didn't blow my cover. I knew that I would be in trouble if I said my real name and any one I would make up most likely would not be on their list. I just have to pretend to be Blaise's cousin, and why not come from a different country. Spending five years in moving or should I say hiding in France will definitely help in this situation. "Si les imbéciles veulent parler, je pourrai être sage." (If the imbeciles want to talk, I'll be nice)I side stepped a stunned Blaise; don't know everything about me now did you? I looked at the Snatchers, the dumb looks on their faces made it clear that they didn't know French. Concentrating very hard I said in a very heavy French accent, "Can I 'elp you?"

From the looks on the Snatchers faces I could tell that they didn't understand French, finally some luck on my side. I raised an eyebrow waiting for them to answer my question. If this is how it's going to go I don't think I'll have to resort to plan b, I don't know how much of a distraction my singing would cause.

"We'll need your name," One stuttered still trying to focus on his task. "Ministry policy."

"Of course," I smiled sweetly at them. I quickly racked my brain for a French name. "My name iz Danielle Zabini." The more I used it the better my French accent became. One Snatcher checked a little notebook, and then whispered to his partner. Out of what I could hear from their conversation, it sounded like they were wondering if they would have to bring me to the Ministry.

"Like I told you," Blaise interrupted them, "She's my cousin visiting from France."

"S'il vous plait Blaise, I'm tired from all zis traveling can't we go 'ome?" I pleaded to Blaise, adding a little of my magic to this. I looked at the Snatchers with a sad tired look, in unison they nodded their heads and stepped aside. Blaise led me out I smiled and waved at the Snatchers on my way out.

We walked a few blocks, making sure that we were well out of range of the Snatchers.

"Where did you learn French?"

"I used to live in France for about five years." Forgetting that I could talk normally, I still spoke in a heavy French accent. "Sorry" I switched back to normal.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Where's the fun in that? Besides it just adds to my whole image; makes me more fascinating."

Afterwards, we apparated to his house, he finally told me about the Snatchers and how they were basically the bounty hunters for the Ministry. The Ministry, as I found out, was under You-Know-Who's control. I probably could've used my real name but I don't know if I'm on the wanted list, so it was probably was best that I didn't. On our short walk in Hogsmeade I did see some kind of 'Wanted' posters for Harry, Ron and Hermione. Undesirables numbers one, two and three. Hopefully they have a good place to hide because they're on the top of the magic world's most wanted list.

His house was nowhere near the size or grandeur of Draco's Manor but it was still huge. I met Ms. Zabini once, but she didn't seem that interested in my presence. If she didn't profit from me than she didn't want to have anything to do with me, was the vibe I got. I planned on avoiding her for the rest of my visit, so that it won't cause any problems for me. Blaise gave me the grand tour of his house; well at least he doesn't have a swimming pool so he can almost kill me.

After a week of trying to relax, as Blaise constantly pestered me into doing something with him, I finally agreed and we left for Diagon Alley. Shopping all day with me seemed to tire him out, so luckily I ended up with a night all to myself. My luck ran out when Blaise regained his energy the following afternoon.

"Tatiana?" Blaise said in his singsong voice. If only I wasn't lazy I would pick up my wand and throw a curse at him for disturbing my quiet time.

"Don't make me hit you." I warned. I guessed he wasn't afraid, because he stood right in front of me.

"Get out of my sun." I complained. I had been trying to work on my tan for a few days now and this happened every time. Doesn't he remember what happened yesterday? He still didn't moved so I opened my eyes, took off my sunglasses and propped myself up on my elbows. This better be a good reason because I only get so much sleep and I feel safer doing it in the day. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for his reason.

"Now before you hit me let me explain." Now that I was awake he didn't seem so brave. He backed up a few steps; just so he was far enough away that I wouldn't be able to reach him. "I was thinking of taking you to a party." If I say no then he will continue to bug me until I agree, but on the other hand if I say yes that could also end badly.

"Wouldn't going to a party be very hard to keep an eye on me especially since you are so worried about my safety?" If I can weasel my way out of it without saying no, then he would have no reason for him to persistent.

"I won't have to if it is a Muggle party." I scowled at Blaise; he was smarter than I thought. He smiled with a glint in his eye that I didn't like.

"Do you know that you actually have to get invited to Muggle parties to go to them?" I had never been invited to one of the parties back when I was a normal teenager, and to add to it I never had the desire to go.

"So you're saying that you have to be popular to get in?" I nodded my head hoping that he would finally give up and give me back my sun. "Isn't being popular like being the hottest? So all we have to do is show up and were in, and if that doesn't work we can use magic." Crap, I had forgotten about magic yet again. That means that I have also run out of excuses.

"I'll go under two conditions." Blaise jumped in triumph. He hasn't heard my conditions yet. "One: I get to do what I want for the rest of the summer," He frowned slightly hearing my first request. "And two: I get to pick out what I am going to wear."

"But I have a dress already picked out for you and..."

"Blaise?" I cut him off, "Do you want me to go?" I knew that I will most likely be miserable at the party and why not let Blaise feel my pain.

"Fine" he said less excited this time. I smiled and put my sunglasses back on leaning back on my towel, waving my hand at Blaise, telling him to move out of my sun. I felt the heat of the sun back on my skin as Blaise left me my peace. Again I got what I wanted, but at what cost.

I purposely was taking my time. It really didn't take hours to put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a t-shirt tightened at one side by an elastic band. I was just putting off going to this party that I had agreed to. I let my hair fall in loose curls to make it look like I had actually put in a ton of effort. Draco's ring hung heavily on my neck, it weighed more than usual. The ribbon holding it in place felt like it was cutting into my skin. I couldn't take it off, even though it was choking me I couldn't let go.

"I knew you were done." Blaise said from beside me. I jumped slightly because I had nothing but silence for the past hour.

"No... I still have..." Great the one time my mouth decides to stop working.

"Nice try but we're going." Blaise took my hand and dragged me behind him. Once we were out of the house and past the shield that hid the house I grabbed onto Blaise tight. He was Apparating us there, but I really didn't like the sensation of normal Apparating. It felt like being squeezed down a narrow tube, and this was one thing that I enjoyed being different. I would apparate myself but I had no idea where we were going so I would have to hope that my supper would stay down. I thought of nothing as Blaise Disapparated just to make sure I didn't get splinched. On arrival I fell to my hands and knees waiting a minute for the spinning to stop. Blaise helped me off the ground and I gave him a dirty look. He knew I hated when he apparated and he will know that I will be in an even worse mood because of it. He led me around to the front of the house, Apparating out of view so the Muggles won't freak, and casually walked in with another group that was walking in. As soon as we walked in I knew that I wanted to leave.

"Blaise don't you dare..." I turned around to see that Blaise had disappeared. "Leave." I finished. Great, you left me alone in a house filled with dozens of drunken guys just looking for someone to fall victim to them. I swiftly made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a drink. Rule number one, to avoid people getting you drink and forcing them down your throat, have a drink open and on hand. I slowly made my way around, sticking mainly to the walls and trying not to catch anyone's eyes. I was trying to find a spot that would keep me out of the way and in the dark so that I could be concealed by the shadows and basically disappear. By inches I just missed walking straight into someone. I murmured a sorry and hurried past him. Just then a strong hand grabbed my arm, a little too tight for my liking.

"Where do you think you're going?" By his slurred words and the smell of alcohol on his breath I could tell that he had been drinking. I looked up at him; he was tall and wide shouldered, most likely a football player. From his confident look I guessed that he was popular and loved attention and that he has played around with most of the girls here. I'm just a pretty girl that he hasn't seen and would love to make his mark on.

"I'm thinking about joining a convent." I kept my face calm as I ripped my arm out of his grasp. I smiled to myself as I walked past him. He grabbed my left arm even harder than the last time, turning me to face him again.

"How about you and I..."

"No, thanks." I cut him off, seeing if there was a way that I could reach my wand, without the crowd of people that started to form around us noticing. His face went red and his grip tightened. I twinged a bit from the pain, knowing that it will probably bruise, but I didn't let it show on my face.

"No one ever say no to me." His nostrils flared as he snarled at me.

"I believe I just did." I tired ripping my arm out again but he held on tighter once he knew what I was doing. Pulling my wand out would surely bring get me arrested by the wizard cops. To top it off, I wouldn't know how to undo the curse. He began pulling me closer, and I really didn't want to know what his intentions were. With my free right hand I punched him square in the jaw. I hear a loud crack and I prayed that it didn't come from my bones breaking. His head snapped back and immediately my arm was free. He fell to the floor in a slump. I heard his head hit the floor; he is going to wake up with a very sore head tomorrow. I turned around to see the group that had formed a circle around us and glared at all of them.

"And that was without broken ribs this time." Many of them backed up, from their looks I could tell that they were scared and didn't have any intentions of approaching me. Hopefully that would tell them that I didn't want to be bothered, unless they wanted to suffer the same fate. I decided that it was probably a good idea to find Blaise and persuade him in to going home, or at least tell him I was going.

Did he use some sort of invisibility spell or something? I had searched the house multiple times, coming up short, each time. Luckily everyone gave me space, well the boys who weren't completely drunk did. The girls on the other hand gave me dirty looks but they couldn't hurt me. Here in the normal world I did have the upper hand when it came to winning a fight, unlike the magic world where I was still behind.

"So are you really planning on joining a convent?" A new voice asked from behind me. Unlike most of the male voices that had tried to talk with me, he didn't slur his words. I turned and saw a handsome face, smiling at me. He had short dirty blonde hair with dark brown eyes and was fairly built.

"Depends on who's asking." He stretched out his hand and I shook it.

"Julius Daun and I must say that I love your work. Jerks like Trevor need to be told that they can't get everything they want."

"Well Julius, I'm just glad that the bones in my fingers didn't break when I was teaching that lesson. I'm Tatiana." He smiled and it lit up his face making him even more attractive. I returned the smile but only half of one, I haven't really smiled for a while now and it would feel awkward to have it on my face. Our conversation led to a couch, easier to talk sitting down I find. If he is brave enough to talk to a girl who can knock out a football player than he would've made a great Gryffindor. Here I am thinking about the magic world while the person in front of me is having a normal conversation about normal objects that I have been craving to have with anyone for the last year and I'm completely ignoring him.

"Tatiana?" That was the second time I zone out on him.

"Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind." I apologized. He was kind and patient, someone capable of keeping up with me. I tried harder to keep focused only on what he was saying and tried to let my smile hit my eyes. He was good to me and he deserved more than what I was giving.

"So if you knock out guys like Trevor; what would you do to a guy with honorable intentions?" he change the tone of his voice, now more serious, but he still said it lightly.

"Depends on what he thinks is honorable." I replied. I had noticed he slowly had started to move closer. I felt comfortable with him. He was completely genuine and he could possibly melt the ice that had started to form in my soul.

"Well I might not be completely honorable but you can trust me."

"It would be dangerous to trust me." I don't even trust myself, and I would never be able to tell him why.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" I saw him leaning in. At least he was asking. I could see myself ending up with someone like him. I could see us growing old together.

"I would break your heart." I whispered as I felt myself leaning in. I stood up quickly, mentally slapping myself. I couldn't bring him into this. I was part of another world one, and if I could end up dead than so could everyone else. I had already made connections that were dangerous. I am the reason that Draco could be dead.

"I'm sorry." Why is Julius saying sorry? I'm the one who led him on. "You must really love him." I turned to face him. How did he know about Draco? He stood up facing me and pointed at my throat. The weight of Draco's ring was heavier than ever. "I told you I wasn't honorable." He laughed, trying to make the situation less tense.

"The problem is that if... I can actually see us together." I was choking on my own words and on the tears that wouldn't spill over.

"Then I will let you go: if you choose me then it was meant to be." I smiled at him. I placed my hand on his cheek as a farewell. I walked away making sure not to look back. What kind of a world have I been put into? Can't destiny just make my life easier and not put in the extra drama? Luckily Blaise decided to show up after hours of avoiding me. I grabbed his arm and pulled him behind me. If he was with someone I didn't care, I wanted to go. I led him to a closed door; I almost tore the door off of its hinges. The couple inside broke apart, shocked that they had been caught.

"Out." I growled at them. They tucked their tails in and quickly left. I pulled Blaise in and closed the door behind us. I turned to face him. "How dare you leave me." This time I snarled at him. He tried to get words out but I didn't give him enough time to answer. "We're leaving, now." I grabbed his arm, closed my eyes picturing where I wanted to go and Disapparated. Good luck getting out of this one Blaise.

Authors' Note: What do you think? Well we'll only be able to know if you tell us in a review. The next chapter we're planning on having it in Draco's point of view and it will blow your mind what is going to happen. Want to know what happens? Review, review.