Later that day, Harry arrived home with the news of him winning. Everyone was extremely happy for him. Ron and Hermione were ecstatic that Harry would be going back to Hogwarts with them and Fred, George and Ginny kept chanting, "He got off! He got off!" over and over again until Mrs Weasley screamed so loudly the whole house shook.
Over the next few days, the cleaning continued. Kreacher was not being very helpful and whenever she would pass him she would hear him muttering profanities under his breath. Fred and George did not like him at all, neither did Sirius, who Haidee had noticed had been treating him poorly. It was hard to watch but it was true that Kreacher was a debilitating house-elf.
Once they had received their book list, it was announced that Ron and Hermione were awarded Prefects of their year. Fred and George were sure it was a mistake, everyone thought Harry would be the Prefect. However, Ron was the one awarded the title, making Fred and George howl laughing.
"Yeah, you've caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you's got their priorities straight," Fred said in regards to Harry not getting the title. George, Haidee and Fred were sitting in Ron and Harry's bedroom with them, Hermione was there also. She, herself, was astonished Ron got the position, bursting into the bedroom assuming that Harry got it.
She could see that Ron was embarrassed with the assumption, there was an awkward feeling in the air. "Uh, congratulations, Ron," Haidee said in the silence that followed Hermione's apology. "I can make you a rhubarb crumble dessert tonight if you'd like," she said kindly, causing Ron's expression to light up.
"That would be brilliant," said Ron, his smile widening. She knew he liked rhubarb crumble.
"Sorry, Ron, we have nothing to give you," said Fred in a falsely guilty tone.
"We could curtsey, if you like," said George.
"Oh shut up," said Ron, scowling at them.
"Or what?" said Fred, an evil grin spreading across his face. "Going to put us in detention?"
"I'd like to see him try," sniggered George.
"He could if you don't watch out!" said Hermione angrily.
Fred and George burst out into laughter, and Ron muttered, "Drop it, Hermione."
"We're going to have to watch our step, George," said Fred, pretending to tremble, "with these two on our case . . . "
"Yeah, looks like our law-breaking days are finally over," said George, shaking his head.
Fred took hold of Haidee's hand and with a loud crack, the twins Appartared into their own room, where they continued to roar with laughter.
Later that day, people started to arrive for dinner. Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Moody and a man she had never seen before were already there when Haidee had descended from her bedroom with Fred and George to start Ron's rhubarb crumble.
"Ah, Haidee," Lupin said as she entered, "this is Kingsley Shacklebolt." He reached out to shake Haidee hand with a kind smile and he shook her hand firmly.
"Nice to meet you," she greeted.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, releasing her hand. He seemed kind and mature with an aura of responsibility. He would have been told immediately about her visions.
She smiled kindly and started her rhubarb crumble as Mrs Weasley continued with dinner. More people started to come down into the kitchen. Harry, Ron, Hermione entered together and not long after came Fred and George, who would roll their eyes whenever Mrs Weasley would mention how proud she was of Ron becoming a Prefect. Shortly after, Bill and Mr Weasley appeared and lastly, Mundungus.
Everyone was chatting at the dinner table and while the rhubarb crumble was in the oven, she helped Mrs Weasley serve everyone. She then sat down next to Fred, who was speaking to Mundungus about buying some ingredients to experiment with. She, however, was drawn into a discussion with Shacklebolt about her sweets.
"Lupin told me a lot about you," he said as he ate, causing Haidee to smile. "Especially the Wolfsbane-Sweets. They were quite the talk at the Ministry for a while," he informed.
"Oh," Haidee muttered, feeling a rush of anxiety crawl over her.
"Quite. People found it odd that such a major improvement in the medical treatment of werewolves was anonymously made," he said. "Others didn't like the idea of making treatments more accessible for struggling werewolves."
"Oh, that horrible," she gasped.
"I agree. Dolores Umbridge is renowned for her hatred for half-humans, or so to say, and made a formal complaint about the manufacturing of the Wolfsbane-Sweets. I'm glad to announce that her bill did not go through."
"People going out of their way to make life harder for others never seems to astonish me," Haidee murmured.
Dinner continued and Haidee served her rhubarb crumble, serving the first dish to Ron. Everyone enjoyed the dessert, complimenting her after they ate. She helped clean up while Mrs Weasley went to clear the Boggart from the drawing-room upstairs.
Lupin had helped her clear, the two of them discussing what Shacklebolt had told her earlier that dinner. Together, they exited the kitchen to hear crying coming from the drawing-room.
"Molly," Lupin breathed, rushing up the stairs. Sirius and Haidee followed him and as they entered the room, they saw Harry staring at the Boggart and Mrs Weasley crouched on the floor, crying at the form of Ron, dead, in front of her. Haidee stood shocked, as the Boggart changed form.
Crack. Dead Mr Weasley. Crack. Dead Percy. Crack. Dead Harry.
She was struck with shock. Her heart had sunk to the floor at the sight of her friends laying dead, on the floor, their bodies spread-eagle, their eyes wide open and empty.
Crack. Dead Fred and George.
Together, they laid there. Motionless and pale, all cheer and life sucked from their bodies.
The sight was so ungodly she had moved before she had noticed what she was doing. Haidee stepped in front of Mrs Weasley to divert the Boggarts attention. Fred and George's bodies lying on the floor disappeared with a crack and Haidee's Boggart formed.
Where the twin's bodies once rested stood the newly formed Boggart in the shape of Haidee. She was standing noble and strong, an uncharacteristically evil grin graced her lips and her eyes were displayed proudly. Beside her stood a figure that terrified her to her bones. A tall man with red, cat-like eyes, slits like a snake for a nose, his skin pale and sickly but he looked strong, powerful. He beamed with malicious happiness as both of them stood over the bodies of who Haidee loved most. There, beneath both of their feet, laid Mr and Mrs Weasley, Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione and directly in the middle, all bloodied and bruised, slumped Lupin, Fred and George.
Haidee let out a shaky breath as her eyes drifted over her worst nightmare. "Riddikulus," she panted, her eyes staring in disbelief. With a loud pop, the Boggart disappeared, leaving the space that once displayed her greatest nightmare, empty.
Although Lupin with stuck with shock from Haidee's Boggart, he had pulled Mrs Weasley to her feet and she clung to him, crying into his shoulder.
"Molly, it was just a Boggart. Just a stupid Boggart . . . " said Lupin soothingly, patting her on the head.
"I see them d-d-dead all the time!" cried Mrs Weasley. "I dream a-about it! Half the f-f-families in the Order! It w-would be a m-miracle if we all came through this . . . " she wept.
"Molly, that's enough," said Lupin firmly. "This isn't like last time. The Order . . . " he looked from Haidee to Harry, who was waiting for his response. "We're better prepared."
Molly nodded as she mopped her eyes. "Yes, yes you're right," she sighed. "Being silly," she muttered, leaving the room, Harry following behind her. Haidee was about to exit also when a voice called her back.
"Haidee," called Lupin, halting her from walking. "Haidee, what was that?" he asked calmly without any tone of accusation. She took a deep breath and swallowed nervously.
"My Boggart?" she asked nervously, of course, he was talking about the Boggart.
"Yes, the Boggart," he replied. She was standing at the foot of the door and Lupin smiled at her kindly, seeing she was shaken, and gestured for her to come forward.
"I know I shouldn't have stepped in, not with Harry in the room, but seeing Fred and George-"
"It's all right," Lupin said with a smile. "How long has that been your Boggart? If you don't mind me asking."
"It's been my Boggart from the beginning. Ever since I learnt about what my parents did and why . . . " she muttered, looking away from his eyes. "But . . . I never really had any friends the first time I first saw my Boggart. It used to be just me and him. Now . . . now I have people I care about."
"You knew about the prophecy before Dumbledore told you?"
"Oh no," Haidee stammered. "No, I- I grew up in a Muggle orphanage but they wouldn't allow me back after being accepted into Hogwarts. So . . . so for many years I would hide in my parent's house. I had nowhere else to go. And, sometimes, they would bring up what they did. Convince themselves they did the right thing. Remind one another that it was best for the wizarding nation because their child was born with one black eye and one green eye. Born with the mark of the Dark Lord. I-I didn't know I was prophecised to help him, I swear I didn't know," she begged, feeling tears swell in her eyes.
"What?!" bombarded Harry as he marched into the room. Haide flinched as he advanced towards the three of them, moving behind Lupin, who was furious at Harry's outburst. "She's prophecised to help Voldemort?!"
"Harry! You shouldn't be here!" Sirius yelled, just as mad as Lupin. "You shouldn't have heard that!"
"Why is everyone keeping things from me?" Harry screamed, causing attention to be brought to the noise. Footsteps could be heard running up the stairs. "She prophecised to help the wizard who killed my parents!"
"No!" Ron gasped from behind, the first new people to enter the scene being Ron and Hermione.
"Out! Now!" Sirius bellowed, moving towards the kids to push them out of the room.
"Let me through! Hey!" she could hear Fred scream. "Hey! Is she okay? What happened?" She saw Fred appear just behind the door, but he couldn't get through as Sirius removed Ron, Harry and Hermione from the room.
Suddenly, there was a pop and he had Apparated into the room. Sirius was about to go back and get him when Lupin halted him.
"No, Fred can stay," Lupin said, causing Haidee to reveal herself from behind Lupin and run into Fred's arms.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't know he was there."
"There's nothing for you to apologise for, Haidee. Harry is the one who did wrong," Lupin said firmly, causing her to sigh into Fred's chest.
Sirius talked to Harry that night and found out that he knew everything. What the powder did and how it was useful. Everyone was furious for his greed for knowledge and then making assumptions when he had only half the information. It was a strict order from Dumbledore to make sure Harry didn't know about Haidee and what she could do, it was pivotal. Haidee didn't exactly understand why, but she trusted Dumbledore's judgement.
Soon, they were on their way back to Hogwarts. Harry had been very cold to her since that day. She thought that maybe talking to him about it would be a good way to resolve the situation, but she was much too nervous to start up a conversation with him.
The train ride back to Hogwarts was comfortable. She tried her best not to think about Harry, Fred was helping considerably. The twins had warned her that they had no interest in going back to Hogwarts that year to learn, but rather to sell their products and do market research.
"Why don't you just join us?" George asked. "I thought you were going to work with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes after school, anyway?"
"I plan to, yes," Haidee replied, "but I want to be proud of the marks I get at the end of my school career."
They entered Great Hall. Haidee decided to sit at the Hufflepuff table for the starting feast, not feeling very welcomed in Harry's presence, but she had not told Fred that. Once again, she found herself sitting at the edge of the table, alone, until a voice caught her attention.
"Haidee!" a cheerful voice called and she raised her head to find Heather, leaning out from the centre of the table, calling her over. "Sit with us."
"Oh, uh," she saw a lot of unfamiliar people staring at her. "I think I'm okay-"
"Come on. Look, I made room." She had, indeed, made room, by shoving over the guy she was sitting next to. Embarrassed, she picked herself up and walked over to her. It was her first time in her all her time at Hogwarts that she had sat in the middle of the Hufflepuff table.
It wasn't as enjoyable as it would have been sitting alone, but it was much more lively. People were talking to her, asking her questions, trying to get to know her. It became quite overwhelming but luckling, after the feast, the new first-year students who were quickly sorted into their house and then Dumbledore's speech began.
"We are delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
The name instantly caught Haidee's attention. She had heard it before. That night when she was speaking to Kingsley Shacklebolt. A Delores Umbridge was the one who disputed her Wolfsbane-Sweets. It mustn't be her, different Umbridge.
But Haidee was becoming less convinced that it wasn't her and more convinced it was the longer she looked at her. She had interrupted Professor Dumbledore's speech with her not so subtle, "Hem, hem," which irritated Haidee to an odd extent. Dumbledore, who was taken aback, sat down and let her proceed as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her.
Haidee listened to her degrading speech aversely. She spoke as if she was addressing five-year-old children. She wondered how Fred and George took being spoken to so humiliatingly, but it was clear the school had no interest in what she had to say or the way she spoke to them. Not many people listened, Haidee, however, thought it of the utmost importance for if she was the one to dispute her new treatments, and she was becoming more and more certain that she was, she would need to know as much about her and her goals as possible in order to keep away from trouble.
The speech ended and it had become clear that she was from the Ministry and would be acting on the Ministry's behalf to 'correct' the school's procedures.
It meant the Ministry was interfering with Hogwarts. Haidee instantly knew that this year was not one she would be looking forward to. She hated the thought, considering it would be her last year at Hogwarts.
After the speeches and everyone was dismissed, Haidee ran over to Fred and George who were waiting outside the Great Hall for her.
"That woman's gonna make our lives hell," George said as Haidee approached, making Haidee nod.
"Not if we make her life hell first," Fred grinned, earning Haidee's smile. He pressed a kiss on her cheek as they watched Hermione and Ron lead the first-years to the Gryffindor dormitories. "What a twat," Fred laughed, the two twins mocking their brother as he walked past.
Harry was not far behind. He walked with his head down and his hands in his pockets. They had only been at school for a little while but she had already heard the rumours spreading about Harry. Not many people seemed to believe what he said, how Voldemort was back, or that he fought him that night in the graveyard.
As he walked past the three of them, his eye made contact with Haidee's who was looking at him empathetically. He had an urge to keep walking, but he stopped when their eyes met, looking agitated and angry. She had hoped he'd keep on walking.
"Hello, Harry," Fred greeted with an ominous grin. There was a slight tension in the air when he didn't reply.
"We'll leave you two to it then," George replied, taking his brother who he knew would not leave the two of them alone willingly by the scruff of his collar and pulling him towards the Gryffindor common room. His disputes could be heard all the way up the stairs until he was out of sight.
"Harry-"
"I don't want your pity," he said rather rudely for someone who stopped with the intention of apologising. She stopped immediately as he spoke. She knew he had something to say. "I know you would never-" he didn't really know what to say and it frusterated him. "You're not the kind of person. The least likely person, I can think of, actually,-" He groaned, not knowing how to express what he was saying. She waited patiently. "I was stupid, okay? And I'm sorry. I- You believe me, about Voldemort, and I need all the friends I can get at the moment."
She smiled which caused him to calm slightly. "Of course, I believe you. And I appreciate the apology." There was a moment of silence. "Would you like a treacle tart? I'm about to head to the kitchen," she smiled and Harry started to feel quite guilty.
"Yeah," he replied. "I would."
"I'll send it up to the Gryffindor common room once it's done," she said kindly, smiling slightly to Harry. "Goodbye, Harry." She nodded a farewell and walked past him, towards the basement and into the kitchen, where she made Harry a large treacle tart. While it was still warm, she sent it off to the Gryffindor common room.
"I see you've made up with Haidee, then?" Ron said as the treacle tart floated towards Harry, hovering at his eye level until he touched it, in which the enchantment broke and it sank delicately into Harry's hands.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Good," Ron nodded, looking at the tart. "Can I have some?"