The next day, everyone went to go see Mr Weasley in St Mungo's hospital. They were very excited to see their dad and analyse the damage for themselves. Haidee was glad to see everyone in a cheerier mood than the day before, especially Sirius, who was ecstatic to have people over for Christmas.
Haidee had never been to St Mungo's before. Her first time being there was meant to be when she sold them the recipe for her Wolfsbane-sweets. However, she left the job for Lupin, who thought she hadn't noticed the large sum of Galleons in her trunk he had placed there last holidays, as the money he had received for the recipe. She did, however, find them and on the last day of the holidays and hid it in his trunk. She did not want the gold. She thought it was selfish to ask for money in return for simply helping others.
The two of them did not speak of the exchange as it would have been very awkward indeed, but she hoped that there would no longer be any back-and-forth between them as she hoped that he would simply take the money. She knew it was unlikely.
"We'll wait outside, Molly," said Tonks as they all stood outside Mr Weasley's room. "Arthur won't want too many people at once . . . it ought to be family first." Haidee and Harry agreed and stepped aside while the Weasley's ventured into the hospital room.
"Don't be silly, you," Molly said, peeking her head out from behind the door and looking at Harry. "You come in, too." Haidee smiled softly and nodded, as Mrs Weasley dragged Harry in by his hand and Fred grabbed Haidee's shortly after.
Mr Weasley was sitting in the bed in the corner of the room, propped up by many pillows as he read the Daily Prophet. He had some bandaged wrapped around his head and neck, but he smiled widely when he saw the number of people heading in his direction.
"Hello!" he called. "Bill just left, Molly. He had to go back to work but he said he'd drop by later," said Mr Weasley with his usual smile.
"How are you, Arthur?" asked Molly, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"I feel absolutely fine," said Mr Weasley brightly as he gave his children a hug. "If they could only take these bandages off, I'd be fit to go home."
"Why can't they take them off, Dad?" asked Fred, who was holding Haidee's hand.
"Well, I start bleeding like mad every time they try," he said cheerfully. "It seems there was some rather unusual kind of poison in that snake's fang that keeps wounds open. They're sure they'll find an antidote, though, they say they have much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime, I have to keep drinking this Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour. But that fellow over there," he said, suddenly dropping his voice as he pointed to a man across the room. "Bitten by a werewolf, poor chap. No cure at all."
"A werewolf?" whispered Mrs Weasley, looking alarmed, which Haidee couldn't help but not appreciate. "Is he safe in a public ward? Shouldn't he be in a private room?"
"Oh no, he's fine for now. Feeding him Haidee's Wolfsbane-sweets every day," said Mr Weasley as he looked to Haidee. She hadn't known that they knew about her sweets.
"Haidee's Wolfsbane-sweets?" Fred asked, alarmed. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, they didn't know," Mr Weasley said at his mishaps.
"I didn't even know that you knew," Haidee replied making Mr Weasley smiled.
"Remus won't shut up about it," laughed Mr Weasley. "I'm pretty sure he's told everyone he's met." Haidee laughed slightly with Mr Weasley, feeling quite pleased with how gratified Lupin was with the sweets.
"Wait, I'm still confused," George interrupted.
"Oh, well," Mr Weasley began, "Haidee here invented an innovative and more accessible form to treatments for werewolves. You know, just to make their lives easier, a bit."
"She what?" Fred asked, looking down at her as she stood sheepishly by his side. "When did you do that?"
She didn't really want to answer, but she knew there was no way out of it. "Um, in our fifth-year," she said quietly. She wasn't sure how Fred would react. Fred wasn't even sure how to react. "It's not that big of a deal-"
"Not that big of a deal?" Fred scoffed, but Mr Weasley intervened.
"I told him I knew the person who invented the sweets but he laughed at me. Said he'd bite me if I didn't shut up," he said sadly. She looked over to the man who was laying on the bed opposite Mr Weasley. He looked annoyed and hurt, as anyone would who's life had been turned upsidedown in an instant.
She saw he had no visitors and she felt quite sad for him. "Has he had any visitor?" she asked but Mrs Weasley shook his head.
"Not one." Haidee sighed sadly as she slipped her hand out of Fred's but she felt his grip on her hand tighten at the movement.
"What do you think you're doing?" Fred asked.
"I'm just going to speak to him," she said quietly as the rest of his family listened to Mr Weasley talk about the other patients in his ward.
"Not all werewolves are like Lupin, Haidee," he warned and Haidee smiled softly before placing a kiss on his cheek.
"I would expect not," she said kindly before slipping her hand from his and he watched her as she pulled up a chair beside him.
He noticed her instantly as she approached him and watched her carefully as she sat by his side. He looked mean, but she understood that he was in an incredibly difficult circumstance. He didn't say anything as she sat beside him, nor did she for a while, and she wondered what possessed her to come and speak to him, not because he was a werewolf, but because she was notoriously bad at speaking to new people.
"Hello," she said quite awkwardly.
"Go away," he said instantly, turning away from her. Her appearance was not very threatening and she imagined that was why he let her approach in the first place.
"I heard you haven't had a visitor," she said quietly, "so I thought I'd-"
"Go away before I bite you. I don't want your pity," he said viciously, but the threat hadn't scared Haidee as much as she would have thought.
"The threat of becoming a werewolf does not scare me as much as you think it would," she said quietly, causing him to turn over and look at the odd girl before him. He noticed her eyes but said nothing.
"Well, then you're more of an idiot than you look," he said angrily and she smiled softly, which he hated. She looked around his area. It was bare and dull, except for a jar of sweets Haidee recognised instantly. There were only two sweets left in the jar, but the full moon was two-weeks away.
"Are you going to fill up the sweets?" she asked quietly, looking at the almost empty jar.
"Hopefully," he said angrily.
"Hopefully? But you need to have one every day for it to be effective," she said, almost alarmed. He looked at her apprehensively for a moment before looking back at the red-headed family.
"You're the girl Weasle was talking about," he said, looking between the family and her.
"Weasley," she corrected as she nodded. "And yes." He nodded to her, looking her up and down suspiciously, as if not entirely believing her. She could see why. She was young and almost nieve looking, not someone one would expect to invent such a thing.
"They will fill it up," he said slowly, causing some tension in Haidee's chest to release. "But it's tight. Normally they only get refilled once I've finished all of them," he said.
"Why, though?" she asked and the man shrugged. "That's a bit risky."
"They're difficult to make, apparently," he replied and Haidee nodded slightly. It was a whole new way of potion-making. Haidee knew all too well that it was not as simple as adding sugar. "Not that I need to tell you."
A hand clasping to her shoulder made her jump, and she looked up to find Fred standing beside her. "We're going," he said and Haidee nodded, standing from her seat.
"It was nice to meet you," she said softly as she was led out of the room by Fred.
"Yeah, yeah," the man said grumpily, but he watched as she left. She hoped she made a positive impact.
As the children left, Tonks and Moody entered, leaving only the adults in the room. Fred raised an eyebrow. Haide swallowed nervously as he looked down on her, his eyes filled with something she couldn't quite understand. "We'll talk about those sweets later," he said as the rest of the children piled out of the room and the others filed in.
"Fine," Fred said cooly. "Be like that. Don't tell us anything." Fred was rummaging through his pockets, looking for something.
"What won't they tell you?" she asked, looking between the children.
"Looking for these?" George smiled, holding the Extendable Ears in his hand.
"What Dad was guarding when he was attacked," Ginny explained, making Haidee nod cautiously. She did not know specifically what he was guarding, she had not been told, but her suspicions that he was guarding prophecy had risen in her thoughts when Dumbledore asked her to concentrate on it.
"You read my mind," said Fred, grinning. "Let's go see if St Mungo's puts Imperturbable Charms on its ward doors, shall we?"
"Here," George said, as he passed her an Extendable Ear. She took it hesitantly but followed as the rest had by placing the end of the string in her ear.
At first, it was silent, then, Moody spoke so clearly it was as if she was right behind them.
"Yeah, well, there's something funny about the Potter kid, we all know that," said Moody.
"Dumbledore seemed worried about Harry when I spoke to him this morning," whispered Mrs Weasley.
"'Course he's worried," growled Moody. "That boy's seeing things from inside You-Know-Who's snake. Obviously, Potter doesn't realise what that means, but if You-Know-Who's possessing him-"
Haidee couldn't listen anymore, and just as Harry had, she had taken the Extendable Ear out of her own. He looked to the others, his eyes landed on Haidee's who had known of a connection between their minds, but not of possession, and the lingering guilt hse constantly felt for holding secrets she could not share was starting to feel building guilt inside her; but she knew she must not tell.
No one really said anything on their way back to Sirius' house but it was quite obvious that Harry was distraught. Mrs Weasley had even asked him if he felt ill, which he shook his head. From that day, Harry began to distance himself from the others. He spent most of his days in his room, ignoring the others and feeling miserable for himself. Haidee could only imagine what he was going through and wished she would be of some help, but alas, what she knew she could not tell him.
What she knew may not have been helpful for Harry to hear, anyway -that's what she tried to convince herself. She knew his mind was connected to Voldemorts, yet she had no idea how. It may be possession, she could not say it wasn't. The only other thing she knew which may have been helpful was not even certain. That Mr Weasley had been guarding a prophecy, a prophecy about Voldemort, similar to the one about herself. However, she would have thought that if Dumbledore wanted Harry to know about the prophecy, he would have told him as he had with her. What was for certain, however, was that the tension between Harry and Haidee continued to grow for she knew knowledge he was desperate to acquire.
Mr Weasley was home for Christmas, but he was confined to a wheelchair. Sirius' was delighted to have people over for the holidays and his joy was so infectious, even Harry emerged from his bedroom. It was the Weasley's, Tonks, Lupin, Hermione, Harry and Haidee and Sirius was so glad to have company.
Haidee, Fred and George were in the kitchen that morning. Haidee was helping Mrs Weasley with some cooking breakfast when the sweater she had made for Percy was sent back. Immediately, Mrs Weasley burst into tears and Haidee was left to console while trying to stop the food from burning.
"What a twat," scoffed George, looking at the jumper he returned without a note.
"Don't worry, Mum. Percy is a humungous pile of rat droppings," said Fred rudely, but it only made her cry harder.
With a flick of her wand, Haidee turned off the stoves and sat Mrs Weasley on a kitchen seat, asking the boys to leave the kitchen. She sat next to her, rubbing her back soothingly as she cried into Haidee's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Weasley. He's just misguided, he still loves you all," Haidee soothed as Mrs Weasley wept.
Lupin was next. He had entered the kitchen to find Mrs Weasley hunched over Haidee, crying. Haidee looked up as Lupin entered, slightly startled by the noise. It had been the first time she'd seen him since the last holidays. He smiled at her and told her he would take over. She nodded slowly as Mrs Weasley transferred shoulders from Haidee's to Lupin's, and with a crack, she appeared next to Fred in Harry and Ron's room.
"Lupin took over," she said softly as they waited for a report. She looked at George who was helping himself to a Chocolate Frog. "Best if we don't go into the kitchen for a while."
But after that incident, Christmas was rather enjoyable. Breakfast was lovely and everyone chatted joyously. Mr Weasley was very pleased to be out of the hospital and eating his wife's food again and everyone was glad to see him so cheery.
Lupin greeted Haidee warmly once he had the proper chance, and she spent breakfast talking to him about some of the new sweets she had made and discussing Hermione's S.P.E.W. which reminded her that she had not seen Kreacher recently.
She spent her time relaxing with Fred, cuddling and laughing as much as they could. When Haidee wasn't with Fred, she was with Mrs Weasley, helping her around the house, bonding over small things or listening to her rant bout the twins and their shenanigans. Mostly, she enjoyed listening to horror stories of when they were little; like how they turned Ron's teddy bear into a spider.
They were unbelievably smart, both Haidee and Mrs Weasley knew that, it was just that Haidee had more on an appreciation for their talents not just academically, which was something Mrs Weasley did not share in her old fashioned ways. But the two extremely enjoyed their time together, they always had.
It was a few days after Christmas when Snape appeared at the Order's Headquarters after dinner. He had come with the news that Harry would be taking Occlumency with him, as a way to prevent Voldemort from penetrating his mind.
She had not meant to overhear the conversation of Harry explaining to Hermione and Ron what Snape had wanted with him, but Fred and George were eager to hear.
"Maybe we're not meant to know," Haidee whispered outside of Ron and Harry's room, in which Harry, Ron and Hermione were in.
"If they had their way, we'd know nothing," Fred said, handing her an Extendable Ear. "Here," he said, placing it in her hands. Hesitantly, she followed the twins in eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Dumbledore wants to stop you having those dreams about Voldemort," said Hermione. "Well, you won't be sorry not to have them anymore, will you?"
"Extra lessons with Snape?" gasped Ron, sounding aghast.
"Well, it's not just about stopping the dreams," said Harry. "It's also about stopping him from seeing my thought, you see, I wasn't meant to know about Haidee's prophecy and if he finds out-"
"That's why they were desperate to hide it from you!" gasped Hermione. "Harry! Do you know what this means?"
"Yes," said Harry slowly, his tone filled with annoyance and guilt. "I do."
"Well, I don't," said Ron. "What's going on?"
"If Voldemort can see into Harry's mind, he could find out about Haidee's prophecy," said Hermione quickly. "And if he knows that she is his greatest chance at winning the war . . . well, she no longer safe, is she? He'll want her to fulfil her side of the prophecy."