Poison? Is she mad? He had a broken leg! He was- is bleeding!" Hermione exclaimed as Harry drifted out of sight.

"She is a trained professional, Hermione." Kat pointed out. Filch was came down the corridor and began mopping up all the blood. Hermione suddenly blanched and ran into the bathroom and barfed. Ron and Katherine burst out laughing despite the situation. Hermione walked out of the bathroom guarding her mouth with her arm.

"Why are you doing that?" Kat wondered.

"Breath." Hermione said through her sleeve. "I thought I'd spare you." Katherine smiled.

"Thanks for thinking of us." She seemed unusually calm. They entered the common room. It was incredibly packed now that everybody was in there at one time.

"Did you hear Madam Pomfrey?" Whispered one gossipy fourth year girl. "She said he was poisoned."

"I'll bet he tried to kill himself." Said another girl. Ron glared at them venomously.

"Harry didn't try to kill himself." He hissed. "And you call yourselves Gryffindors. I can't believe anybody would say that."

"Fine, believe what you want. But I heard him fuming about what a bad life he has and how everybody he loves is dead this morning. He was complaining about that last year too." The girl said and turned up her nose at Ron. "I still think he tried to kill himself. He certainly has the gut to do it, not to mention the motivation."

"Harry did not try to kill himself." Ron kept repeating under his breath.

"Relax, Ron." Katherine said and patted his shoulder. Hermione glared at her, as if Kat was stealing Ron away from her. "They are just some stupid fourth years. What do they know? All of us that know him, know Harry wouldn't kill himself."

"Yeah. Especially over the Dursleys." Ron said, feeling reassured.

"They were his family." Katherine said, getting choked up. "It's always hard loosing family."

"Not the Dursleys. They-" Ron started.

"It's always hard loosing family." She repeated, cutting him off. "It may not seem like it, but deep down Harry cared about those people. And deep down, they cared about him." Ron snorted, but Hermione nodded her head in agreement.

"She does have a point Ron." Hermione said elbowing him. Ron rolled his eyes and they went up to the Girl's Dorms to sit down because all the other seats were gone.


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Madame Pomfrey and Professors Dumbledore and Snape were sitting in the Hospital wing all alone the doors all locked.

"Who would do this?" Madame Pomfrey asked. "Why?"

"We don't know Poppy." Dumbledore said stiffly. The broken leg and cracked skull had been mended immediately, but Harry was still a very pale green and out cold.

Madame Pomfrey walked over to Harry and took a blood sample. She added the little shot of blood and added it to a bubbling green liquid. It fizzed even more and turned purple. Madame Pomfrey narrowed her eyes at the liquid and then went over to Harry and scraped his tongue. She put the spit in the little vile. It turned black. Madame Pomfrey looked please with herself and pulled out a piece of parchment and set it by the vile. Then, with gloves on she picked it up and poured it on the piece of parchment. The liquid however did not make a large black stain; it instead formed into words on the paper. When it was done Madame Pomfrey picked it up and studied it.

"This is by far the strangest poison I've ever seen." She brandished it a Dumbledore. He took it out of her hands and read it several times.




Death by Milk
One part Potassium Cyanide

Two parts Arsenic powder

Two parts Muggle Rat Killer

One glass of milk

Flour, for appearance

Mix all ingredients together, more or less of each for desired effect.


"You are right. Severus, take a look at this." He handed it to Professor Snape. Snape studied it for a minute.

"Stupid really. While it is very potent and has the potential to kill, when rat poison and Arsenic powder are mixed they dilute each other. Whoever made this poison must not have done their research."

"So it's curable." Dumbledore said, sounding relieved.

"Easily." Snape said. He started stirring the cauldron he had in front of him and in minutes he had a bubbling, clear pink concoction. He put some in a glass and handed it to Madam Pomfrey.

"That was quick." She said and smelled it. She coughed.

"I aim to please." Said Snape silkily. "And it usually works."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." Said Madame Pomfrey. "But what do I do with it?"

"Pour it down his throat obviously." Snape said and glared at her.

"Thank you." She did as he instructed. Everybody waited in silence for a few minutes. "Nothings happening." Madame Pomfrey observed.

"It doesn't kick in for a few days."

"And he did hit his head pretty hard…" Madame Pomfrey said with a sigh. "He's going to miss his family's funerals."

"Oh, how tragic." Snape said very quietly under his breath. Nobody heard him.

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"You owl me if anything happens." Katherine said to Hermione, Parvati and Lavender the next morning. "Okay?"

"Sure." They all said. Katherine looked stunning. She was all dressed up in a long black crushed velvet dress that hugged her torso and arms, but was floaty and full from the hips down. There was a matching cape that was held together by a round ruby broach that had a golden dragon in the middle. She looked like the picture some Muggles get when they think of the Salem Witch trials. She jumped on her broom carrying her carpetbag, sitting sidesaddle.

"Bye!" Parvati and Lavender cried and hugged her.

"Have a good trip." Hermione said and they to even hugged.

"Thanks guys. I'll see you in six days or so." She took off, the air blowing her hair out behind her. Hermione walked back to the castle with Parvati and Lavender.

"Poor girl." Parvati sniffed.

"Yeah." Lavender said.

"Poor Harry." Parvati sniffed.

"Almost dead and with no family!" Lavender said. "I could cry." Hermione rolled her eyes. Would these two never stop? No, she decided answering her own question, not until one of them gets their hands on Harry. She sighed and kept walking with the two girls as they chatted about their crush, Harry Potter.


The days dragged by. Dumbledore had insisted that everybody's things to be searched to find the person who had poisoned Harry. Since there were so many students this took a little over three days. The hospital wing was still blocked off and if you got injured you would have to see Madam Pomfrey in one of the dungeons. It was a great relief when Madam Pomfrey approached them four days later.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger?" She asked.

"Yeah?" They chimed.

"Mr. Potter has come to." She said. She had a very pained expression on her face that made shivers crawl up Hermione's spine.

"Finally!" Ron exclaimed. "Can we go and see him?"

"Of course, as you two are his best friends. But I must warn you, he's not- himself anymore." She wiped a tear from her eye.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked curtly.

"Come with me, and I'll show you." She said and led them to the hospital wing. She stuck an old key in the door and opened it silently. "Be patient. Don't ask to many questions." She ushered them into the room and then shut the door behind them. Harry was sitting in a chair by the window staring out of it, fascinated. He kept tapping the glass and then cocking his head to the side as if confused. Hermione and Ron exchanged glances.

"Hi Harry!" Hermione said shakily. Harry jumped and slowly turned his head to look at them. He certainly looked normal again. He bit his lip and narrowed his eyes at them as if looking for something.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" He asked frantically after a minute.
"What? We don't want anything with you, Harry. We just want to talk." Ron said, only catching the last part of what he had said.

"I swear! Whatever it is, I don't know anything!" He looked really afraid, his eyes wide. Nobody said anything for a long time. "Who- who are you?"

"You don't remember us?" Hermione said shakily. Ron's jaw dropped.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Holy shit." Was all Ron could manage. "Holy, holy shit…" Harry, who seemed to be getting bored, decided to change the subject.

"So…how long have you been here? I mean, you know, this place."

"Since we were eleven." Hermione said, trying to regain composure. "You have been here since you were eleven too."

"What is this place, a prison? How old are you?" Harry asked looking at the stone walls.

"Sixteen."

"How old am I?"

"Sixteen."

"Whoa." Harry said and lifted his eyebrows. "Guess what? I think that the people here know magic. That one fat lady, Madame Pompeii of whatever her name is- she carries around a wand! Is she the only one?"

"No." Ron said faintly.

"You- you two aren't one of them are you?" He asked suspiciously. They nodded. His eyes widened. "This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream. This. Is. A. Dream."

"That's what I keep telling myself." Hermione said to Ron, who nodded.

"Wait a second- I'm not- not-" He pantomimed waving a wand. They nodded.

"No way! This must be a government conspiracy." He looked around the room. "Where are they hiding the cameras?"

"Listen Harry, we'll come back later and finish this conversation…" Ron said.

"Bye!" Harry called as Ron yanked Hermione out of the room. As soon as they were out of earshot Hermione burst into tears.

"He doesn't remember anything!" She sobbed. She and Ron hugged, although Ron wasn't crying he felt that pang of sadness in his chest.

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Three days later Katherine came home, crying. She was excused from classes for another two days and she spent the good half of one of them sobbing into her pillow. Parvati and Lavender decided to try and cheer her up one day.

"Kat, hun. Why not go and visit Harry? Pomfrey will let you in. You and Harry were- friends." Lavender said.

"He won't remember that." Katherine pointed out.

"So, he's still really nice, and he listens to whatever you say." Parvati said. She had been in to see him the day before.

"Yeah. And it's better than sitting here and moping around." Katherine smiled at her annoying friends.

"You look much prettier with a smile." Lavender said warmly.

"Fine. I'll go see Harry, although I'm sure it'll just dampen my mood."

"That's the spirit." Lavender said and the two ducked out of the room and went off to class. Katherine heaved herself out of bed and walked to the hospital wing.

"Hello Katherine, dear." Madame Pomfrey said as she came into view. "Would you like to visit Harry?"

"I suppose so." She said and sighed.

"Be patient with him. Don't ask to many questions, and don't say too much. He's already suspicious of me." Katherine flashed another smile and entered Harry's room.

"Hello. Who are you?" Harry asked pleasantly as she entered.

"Katherine." She said and sat over by Harry on his bed.

"My name is Harry."

"Nice to meet you." Katherine said and stuck out a hand, which Harry shook.

"Nice to meet you to."

"Harry, tell me. Do you remember anything from the past week?" Katherine asked with sudden inspiration.
Harry thought hard. "Nope. I know I've been sick. It's all fuzzy." Katherine grinned. She knew what to do.

"Would you like to remember?" She asked. "Would you like to remember everything?"

"Everything? You mean my whole life?" Harry asked. Katherine nodded. "Yeah! Nothing makes sense to me here!"

"Come here. No. Sit closer to me, I need to be able to reach you- yes that's it." She took her two pointer fingers and placed them on Harry's temples. She concentrated very hard. All at once the tips of her fingers began glowing a white silver color and Harry's eyes began to droop. This went on for many minutes, and then Harry's eyes snapped open and he stood up suddenly. Katherine grinned again and looked at Harry.

"Its back!" He exclaimed. "Its back! Its back! I remember everything!"

"And now you know why Voldemort wants me." Katherine said. "I have a healing power, as you now know."

"Kat! I am forever in your debt!" He went to her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Don't worry about it, it was nothing." She said and blushed.

"So whose heir are you?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, so you know I'm an heir?"

"Well the only people with that kind of power, healing, or fire like mine have to be an heir of a famous witch or wizard." Harry said simply.

"Cyrena's." She said. "She was the first witch. Ten years after Merlin."

"They were friends, right?"

"Yeah. They planned their heirs together." Katherine said. "Do you have a necklace?"

"Saved my life last year." Harry said and showed her the sword necklace. " Do you?"

"Yeah." She yanked a chain at her neck and pulled out a necklace that was of a silver mirror that had a platinum vine creeping up around it.

"I see a similarity." Harry said. "Vines."

"I did a whole bunch of research when I got mine last year. Cyrena put her power, healing, in your necklace. Merlin put his power, protection, in mine."

"My power is fire." Harry corrected. Kat shook her head.

"Protection. Your signature power is fire, but if you recall you have many other powers that protect you. You can stop flying objects and things like that."

"I thought all Wizards could do that." Harry said.

"Well you can do it on command. They cant."

"True."

"I know what I'm talking about. So my necklace works as self-defense and yours heals you. It's a pretty good trade."

" But I just cracked my skull and broke my leg. It didn't heal me then."

"You were knocked out. It would have healed eventually anyways. It takes a while. You were dead for three months, remember?"

"How do you know all of this?" Harry suddenly wondered.

"My vault." She said with a shrug.

"Your what?"

"Cyrena left a vault full of very useful information for me alone to use. It's behind her picture on the third floor."

"And how did you figure this out?"

"We heirs have our ways." She said simply.

"Oh and what is that supposed to mean?" Harry said half exasperated, half intrigued.

"Okay, let me put it this way." Katherine cleared her throat. "How did you get your necklace sent to you?"

"I have no idea. It just came at Christmas last year." Harry said and shrugged.

"Exactly. Merlin certainly didn't send that to you."

"Are you suggesting I made it send itself from his grave or something?"

"Yes. I did the same thing. Subconsciously." Harry crinkled his nose and looked at his necklace.

"Yuck. This thing hasn't been cleaned for over two thousand years and was resting on a dead guy!"

"You would have been a dead guy without it." Katherine pointed out.

"Touché." Harry said with a sigh. "What a strange day."

"I'll say. Only my mom and my dad and you know and- Voldemort know I'm a Royal Sorceress heir."

"Royal Sorceress Heir?" Harry said.

"Yeah. You're a Royal Sorcerer Heir. I know you know that a sorcerer is a very powerful Witch or Wizard."

"Well yeah." Harry said and rolled his eyes. "Wait a second- that dream!"

"I know. Royal Sorcerer and Sorceress beware, the worst is yet to come." She said quoting the dream she and Harry had had the first night back at the castle.

"Holy shit." Harry said. "Just when I thought life was somewhat normal I get thrown into another crazy, life threatening Twilight Zone episode."

"Never a dull moment." Katherine added.

"Wait- didn't that dream say something about a Royal Court?" Harry asked. "You have any idea what that means?"

"I was just going to ask you." Katherine said.

"About that vault thing-" Harry started to say, but something cut him off mid sentence. Ron and Hermione opened the door and walked in. "Oh it's you again." He said. He exchanged glances with Katherine.

"Hullo." Hermione said. "How are you."

"Just peachy, thanks. And you?"

"Could be better."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked and cocked his head to one side.

"Oh no reason."

"Cheer up, Hermione, or Ron just might get all depressed on us." Harry said slyly.

"You remembered our names?" Hermione said, sounding impressed.

"How could I forget my best friends names, eh? What kind of friend would I be if didn't remember your names?"

"What's going on?" Hermione asked Kat, who shrugged innocently.

"Oh come, Hermione, you thought I actually had amnesia?" Hermione's jaw dropped.

"Do not tell me that you faked the entire thing!" She cried.

"Fine. I wont." Harry said and grinned. After all he wasn't lying, more just like avoiding the truth.

"You!" She snarled. "You had us all in a fit!"

"Gotta keep life interesting." Harry said with a shrug.

"I can't BELIEVE you!" Hermione said furiously. Ron was cracking up and had to sit down. "But you certainly didn't stage poisoning yourself and cracking your skull and fracturing you leg right?"

"Does that sound like something I'd do?" Harry asked.

"I suppose not." Hermione said. "You owe us more than you'll ever know."

"I wouldn't go that far." Harry said very quietly.

"Well Madam Pomfrey is going to berserk once she finds out you were faking."

"We just wont tell her then." Katherine said.

"Oh and what do we tell her? We walked in here and Harry had his memory back?"

"Yeah. Harry you could just say that you hit your head on a- ah- a table or something and it came back to you." Ron said.

"Sounds good to me." Harry said.

So they told a disgruntled Madam Pomfrey what had 'happened' and left the hospital wing once Harry had changed into regular clothes again.

"So what did I miss when I was out?" Harry asked as they walked down the hall.

"Oh, everything." Hermione said.

"What is everything? I was gone too." Katherine said.

"Were having a Halloween dance. And you have to go in costume." Hermione said.

"Oh no." Harry said his face falling. "Not another dance!"