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THUMP! Desiree jerked herself out of the horrid dream to find herself in a tangle of sheets on the hardwood floor of her dormitory with the pointed side of her heel from the night before breaking her fall.
She moaned and rolled over onto her back while throwing the blasted shoe across the floor cursing and glanced at the clock on Lavender's night stand. 12:37 p.m. Having groaned at the prospect of getting up way too earlier than planned Desiree stood up on slightly shaky legs to stretch and headed downstairs for a bit of lunch, still in her night clothes.
With the dream still on her mind Desiree quickly found Harry, who was talking to Hermione, at the Gryffindor table. She shuffled and scratched her head as she made her way over to the table and plopped down next to Hermione.
"Afternoon Desiree." Hermione said cautiously, fully aware of Desiree's morning tactics. Desiree grunted in return and began to fill her plate with noodles and sauce. Hermione glanced over at Harry, who was looking at Desiree with an amused expression on his face, before saying to the two of them. "Well I have to get to the library and do some work. I'll see you two later." before she picked up her books and left the Great Hall.
When Hermione left Harry slid over to Desiree, who was stuffing her face and not paying any attention whatsoever to Harry, and asked her "Baby are you okay?"
For a split moment, Desiree's heart stopped as she contemplated whether or not to tell Harry about the dream. Deciding that it was just a crazy dream because she was on a food low, she answered him with a "I'm fine, I'm just tired after last night. Dude man, I think that being here has softened me some. I used to be able to do that all the time and get up at five a.m. and not have it bother me, but I apparently can't do that anymore."
Taking a drink from her goblet she looked over at Harry who was giving her a questioning expression. "What, you think I'm lying?" she asked him unbelievably. "No, no. It's just that you look like you have something bothering you, that's all." he replied hastily. "Well I don't, I just have a headache and I'm hungry."
Harry nodded before saying "Just so you know, Dumbledore want us to meet him in his office at one thirty to begin training." "Already?" Desiree sputtered around her drink. "Damn, I can't get a moments rest."
~~~Three and a half hours later~~~
"Concentrate Harry, concentrate." Professor Dumbledore coaxed as he observed Harry try to block Desiree's string of fire. "Okay, that's enough." The old man sighed as his young protege failed to block the fire with levitation, but it was not completely his fault. His partner had a tendency to send fire at a force thought unbelievable.
"I'm sorry Harry. I don't know what's wrong with me today." the female in the room stated. Harry nodded mutely as he tended his singed arm, a repercussion from the fire.
Dumbledore sighed yet again and said "Sit down you two, we need to have a discussion." The two teens obediently sat down in the mahogany chairs in front of the professors massive desk and waited for the discussion to start.
"First of all," the older man started. "you both need to concentrate harder. I know right now that seems like a lot but it will make these sessions much easier if you forget everything that happened before you got in here and just thought about training. Second of all, Desiree,"
The young girl snapped her head up at the mention of her name. "the ministry needs your help in locating Lydia. If you help us find her, she will be punished for what she did to you as a child and she is believed to be a Death Eater."
Desiree let her mind wander back to the dream where her unept, so called `mother' left her at that bastard Jason's mercy for a moment. `I wouldn't do that. That will hurt the master plan.' Nadina said in a semi song like voice. Desiree pushed the voice aside and thought back on her childhood. The pain, the loneliness, the abuse.
Desiree took a deep breath, fully aware of Harry and Dumbledore looking at her with bated breath, and said "Last time I saw her back in August, she lived in the Cheap Place by the Sea apartment complexes over on Orange Drive. If she's not there, check every sleazy bar and trashy club you can find. Be very discreet on who you ask to help, they might only use her for drugs or a lay, but if they use her, they'll keep her hidden."
"Thank you Desiree, I can guarantee that the ministries people will be very discreet on who they ask and if any suspicion is aroused, then they know how to handle it."
Dumbledore saw the worry in the young girls eyes and reassured her with an "I promise."
~~~~~~~December~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little over a month passed and Harry and Desiree worked together as a team to get their powers up to the maximum level. Each of them had mastered all of their gifts along with the others as well.
Except for Desiree.
It was clear that hope had yet to evolve in her because she was still very dry and pessimistic. Ever since that first session, Desiree has waited anxiously for word on whether they had found Lydia yet or not. Deep down she knew it would take a while for them to find her, if ever. Like Desiree, Lydia knew her way around the city and around the authorities.
Still, she waited.
Christmas was coming soon and everybody around her at breakfast was talking rapidly about going home or what they got the other person and what not. Desiree remained very quiet because the night before, she had another dream.
Including that one, she had a grand total of twenty five dreams, each making her relive a horrific piece of her past such as beatings, rapes, the first time she did drugs, and she still had yet to find out what was behind the clean white door.
"Hey look, the post is here." Someone from the Ravenclaw table behind her said. She looked up, hoping to see Emeril, her cinnamon colored owl, and saw him glide gracefully to where she was sitting. Desiree saw that there were two messages, one from her dad, and another without a name.
Quickly she tore into her fathers letter first which asked her how she was doing in her studies, how her monkey Houdini was doing, and told her that he was coming to see her and Harry on Christmas.
"Oh my God Harry! Dad's going to come see us on Christmas!" she squealed as quietly as she could without causing a scene. "What?" Harry asked, taking the letter away from her in the process. After he quickly scanned the letter he said "I can't believe it! We haven't seen him in so long." "I know, and I miss him." Desiree said softly while looking at the letter as if Sirius would pop out of it at any moment.
"What does your other letter say?" Harry asked when he noticed that she had another letter waiting to be read by her. "I don't know." she said "It doesn't have a name."
Regardless of it's lack of frontal information, Desiree opened the letter with care, just to be sure it wasn't some wizard form of a bomb or anthrax or anything. When she opened the letter fully she saw that it contained loopy handwriting she had never seen before.
Letting her eyes fly over the cursive writing she gasped in surprise, put her hand to her mouth, and dropped the letter.
"Baby what's wrong? What did it say?" asked Harry, obviously very worried. "I don't believe it." she whispered. "I just don't fucking believe it." "What?" asked Hermione who was now in on the conversation and was looking at Desiree with the same expression Harry did.
"Desiree." Harry stated as he put her hands in his. "Look at me. What's wrong?" he asked slowly and kindly. A faint mumble escaped from Desiree's lips. "What?" "They found her." Desiree stated slightly louder. "Who?" asked Ron. Harry and Desiree had decided back in October, with heavy hearts, that they would not tell Ron or Hermione about their training or anything that happened there.
"Well that's good isn't it baby?" Harry asked as some of the worry he had built up over the past few minutes slid out of his mind. Desiree shook her head in silence and said "Since they found her, I have to go to court and say, out loud and in front of people I don't know, what all happened down there and I don't know if I can handle that."
"Dez," Harry started as he looked into her eyes. "Your strong and your a fighter. You'll beat this, I know you can."
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THUMP! Desiree jerked herself out of the horrid dream to find herself in a tangle of sheets on the hardwood floor of her dormitory with the pointed side of her heel from the night before breaking her fall.
She moaned and rolled over onto her back while throwing the blasted shoe across the floor cursing and glanced at the clock on Lavender's night stand. 12:37 p.m. Having groaned at the prospect of getting up way too earlier than planned Desiree stood up on slightly shaky legs to stretch and headed downstairs for a bit of lunch, still in her night clothes.
With the dream still on her mind Desiree quickly found Harry, who was talking to Hermione, at the Gryffindor table. She shuffled and scratched her head as she made her way over to the table and plopped down next to Hermione.
"Afternoon Desiree." Hermione said cautiously, fully aware of Desiree's morning tactics. Desiree grunted in return and began to fill her plate with noodles and sauce. Hermione glanced over at Harry, who was looking at Desiree with an amused expression on his face, before saying to the two of them. "Well I have to get to the library and do some work. I'll see you two later." before she picked up her books and left the Great Hall.
When Hermione left Harry slid over to Desiree, who was stuffing her face and not paying any attention whatsoever to Harry, and asked her "Baby are you okay?"
For a split moment, Desiree's heart stopped as she contemplated whether or not to tell Harry about the dream. Deciding that it was just a crazy dream because she was on a food low, she answered him with a "I'm fine, I'm just tired after last night. Dude man, I think that being here has softened me some. I used to be able to do that all the time and get up at five a.m. and not have it bother me, but I apparently can't do that anymore."
Taking a drink from her goblet she looked over at Harry who was giving her a questioning expression. "What, you think I'm lying?" she asked him unbelievably. "No, no. It's just that you look like you have something bothering you, that's all." he replied hastily. "Well I don't, I just have a headache and I'm hungry."
Harry nodded before saying "Just so you know, Dumbledore want us to meet him in his office at one thirty to begin training." "Already?" Desiree sputtered around her drink. "Damn, I can't get a moments rest."
~~~Three and a half hours later~~~
"Concentrate Harry, concentrate." Professor Dumbledore coaxed as he observed Harry try to block Desiree's string of fire. "Okay, that's enough." The old man sighed as his young protege failed to block the fire with levitation, but it was not completely his fault. His partner had a tendency to send fire at a force thought unbelievable.
"I'm sorry Harry. I don't know what's wrong with me today." the female in the room stated. Harry nodded mutely as he tended his singed arm, a repercussion from the fire.
Dumbledore sighed yet again and said "Sit down you two, we need to have a discussion." The two teens obediently sat down in the mahogany chairs in front of the professors massive desk and waited for the discussion to start.
"First of all," the older man started. "you both need to concentrate harder. I know right now that seems like a lot but it will make these sessions much easier if you forget everything that happened before you got in here and just thought about training. Second of all, Desiree,"
The young girl snapped her head up at the mention of her name. "the ministry needs your help in locating Lydia. If you help us find her, she will be punished for what she did to you as a child and she is believed to be a Death Eater."
Desiree let her mind wander back to the dream where her unept, so called `mother' left her at that bastard Jason's mercy for a moment. `I wouldn't do that. That will hurt the master plan.' Nadina said in a semi song like voice. Desiree pushed the voice aside and thought back on her childhood. The pain, the loneliness, the abuse.
Desiree took a deep breath, fully aware of Harry and Dumbledore looking at her with bated breath, and said "Last time I saw her back in August, she lived in the Cheap Place by the Sea apartment complexes over on Orange Drive. If she's not there, check every sleazy bar and trashy club you can find. Be very discreet on who you ask to help, they might only use her for drugs or a lay, but if they use her, they'll keep her hidden."
"Thank you Desiree, I can guarantee that the ministries people will be very discreet on who they ask and if any suspicion is aroused, then they know how to handle it."
Dumbledore saw the worry in the young girls eyes and reassured her with an "I promise."
~~~~~~~December~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little over a month passed and Harry and Desiree worked together as a team to get their powers up to the maximum level. Each of them had mastered all of their gifts along with the others as well.
Except for Desiree.
It was clear that hope had yet to evolve in her because she was still very dry and pessimistic. Ever since that first session, Desiree has waited anxiously for word on whether they had found Lydia yet or not. Deep down she knew it would take a while for them to find her, if ever. Like Desiree, Lydia knew her way around the city and around the authorities.
Still, she waited.
Christmas was coming soon and everybody around her at breakfast was talking rapidly about going home or what they got the other person and what not. Desiree remained very quiet because the night before, she had another dream.
Including that one, she had a grand total of twenty five dreams, each making her relive a horrific piece of her past such as beatings, rapes, the first time she did drugs, and she still had yet to find out what was behind the clean white door.
"Hey look, the post is here." Someone from the Ravenclaw table behind her said. She looked up, hoping to see Emeril, her cinnamon colored owl, and saw him glide gracefully to where she was sitting. Desiree saw that there were two messages, one from her dad, and another without a name.
Quickly she tore into her fathers letter first which asked her how she was doing in her studies, how her monkey Houdini was doing, and told her that he was coming to see her and Harry on Christmas.
"Oh my God Harry! Dad's going to come see us on Christmas!" she squealed as quietly as she could without causing a scene. "What?" Harry asked, taking the letter away from her in the process. After he quickly scanned the letter he said "I can't believe it! We haven't seen him in so long." "I know, and I miss him." Desiree said softly while looking at the letter as if Sirius would pop out of it at any moment.
"What does your other letter say?" Harry asked when he noticed that she had another letter waiting to be read by her. "I don't know." she said "It doesn't have a name."
Regardless of it's lack of frontal information, Desiree opened the letter with care, just to be sure it wasn't some wizard form of a bomb or anthrax or anything. When she opened the letter fully she saw that it contained loopy handwriting she had never seen before.
Letting her eyes fly over the cursive writing she gasped in surprise, put her hand to her mouth, and dropped the letter.
"Baby what's wrong? What did it say?" asked Harry, obviously very worried. "I don't believe it." she whispered. "I just don't fucking believe it." "What?" asked Hermione who was now in on the conversation and was looking at Desiree with the same expression Harry did.
"Desiree." Harry stated as he put her hands in his. "Look at me. What's wrong?" he asked slowly and kindly. A faint mumble escaped from Desiree's lips. "What?" "They found her." Desiree stated slightly louder. "Who?" asked Ron. Harry and Desiree had decided back in October, with heavy hearts, that they would not tell Ron or Hermione about their training or anything that happened there.
"Well that's good isn't it baby?" Harry asked as some of the worry he had built up over the past few minutes slid out of his mind. Desiree shook her head in silence and said "Since they found her, I have to go to court and say, out loud and in front of people I don't know, what all happened down there and I don't know if I can handle that."
"Dez," Harry started as he looked into her eyes. "Your strong and your a fighter. You'll beat this, I know you can."
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