DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE (except Keirsta)

A/N: Sorry for the delay, my dear lovely readers. I had somewhat of writer's block. It has since moved on, but ff.net was frustrating me. Chapter 7 coming up soon I hope! Hope you are enjoying so far! Ta-da! Chapter 6

Chapter Six: One-Two-Three..HEAVE!

The next morning I awoke extremely early with a major headache and felt sick. I could still see images flashing through my brain. I felt the contents of my stomach lurch and I threw myself off the bed and towards the bathroom. I heaved over the rim of the toilet, emptying my stomach. I leaned back, panting heavily. I closed my eyes as I felt sweat drip down my face.

"Not again," I moaned, worriedly. I leaned over the bowl again. Usually, I got sick at least once a year. My mom thought it was due to having my powers at my age and the stress. The problem was I had done this in the summer and it was never this bad. A couple of trips to the restroom and a slightly fever, but never this bad.

After a couple more rounds with the toilet, I felt empty enough to crawl back to bed. I crawled back between the covers, suddenly cold. What was going on? I thought as I drifted off. *** I awoke again to the noises of my roommates getting up. I opened my eyes, feeling, if it was possible, sicker. I moaned inwardly. I did not want everyone fussing over me. Maybe I could control my stomach enough not to let them know what was going on. I groaned inwardly as I sat up. I waited as the door shut. I hurried into the bathroom to shower the sweat off me. Although I didn't want to, I pulled my uniform on. I pulled my hair back and put on my robes. This would be a long day. I got to the common room. Putting on what I hoped was a cheery face, I greeted my friends.

"Good morning," I said, my stomach churning slightly at the candy Ron was munching on so early.

"Good morning," said Harry, leaning in to kiss me. I didn't know what was going on with me and I didn't want to get him sick. I leaned away and smiled weakly.

"Hey, I haven't brushed my teeth. You don't want to kiss me," I said. Harry smiled back.

"Yes, I do," he said, leaning towards me. I started to get ticked off. Being sick makes me really irritable. But nothing prepared me for what spewed out of my mouth.

"Well, maybe I don't want you to! Why don't you listen! I'm going down," I shouted, frowning. I saw Harry back off, shocked. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks. I turned quickly and exited the common room. I felt my robes beginning to stick to me. I heard Harry, Ron, and Hermione follow. We got to the Great Hall and saw that most of our house was already there. I sat next to Harry. Suddenly, breakfast appeared in front of us. I felt my stomach go into hyper speed and I stood suddenly.

"Excuse me!" I clasped a hand over my mouth as I dashed out of the hall. I raced to the nearest girls' room and dry-heaved into the toilet. I felt the sweat pour off me and my stomach turn. My head pounded. I stayed there a while until I realized classes had started. I knew I would not last the day. I pushed myself off the floor and dragged myself up to the hospital wing, feeling like I would collapse at anytime. I knocked on the door. Madame Pomfrey opened the door. She took one look at me and ushered me to a bed. Helping me with my robes, she tucked me under the covers. She disappeared and reappeared with a smoking cup.

"Miss Grant, drink this, " she said. I took a gulp. It wasn't bad, tasting faintly like peaches.

"What is the matter with me?" I asked. She looked at me.

"I'm not sure, Miss Grant. I'm calling the Headmaster down."

I leaned back. "I feel horrible," I moaned.

"Does Professor McGonagall know you are here?" she asked. I shook my head.

"I'll let her know."

"Could you have her tell Harry Potter where I am?" I asked as she turned to go. She nodded and departed.

"Not feeling well, Grant?" a voice said at the doorway. I turned my head and saw the last person I wanted to see at the door.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" I snarled. I wished he would leave. His voice triggered images from my dream, making my head spin. My stomach lurched and not wanted to throw up in such a public place, especially in front of him, I sprung out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom. I emptied the potion out of my stomach.

"My, my. What a color," said Malfoy. I turned and saw him leaning against the doorway. I stood shakily and looked at him.

"Get out of my way, you ferret. Shouldn't you be in class, sucking up to a professor?" I asked. He mockingly bowed and moved out of the way, not answering my question. I brushed past, feeling remarkably better. I reached my bed.

"What do you want?" I asked him, closing my eyes. I could still feel him sneering at me.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," he sneered and left. I sighed. Soon, I felt the telltale lurch and I spent a couple minutes in the bathroom. I crawled back to bed. I lay back on the pillow, willing my stomach to settle.

"Miss Grant," I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes and the Headmaster was standing next to the bed.

"Professor," I mumbled weakly.

"Madame Pomfrey informs me you are ill with nausea and weakness and headaches." I nodded.

"I feel better though. It's weird. I don't feel as sick. I just have a headache now," I said. Dumbledore frowned.

"We're not exactly sure what is wrong. Madame Pomfrey will keep you overnight and we'll see what happens," he said. I nodded again and he turned to leave.

"Professor," I started and he looked at me.

"Yes?"

"Would it be a huge problem to tell Harry about my abilities? It is affecting our relationship. You surely know we're going out?" I said. "He suspects something. I can tell."

Dumbledore sat and looked thoughtful. Finally, he said, "I suppose we can trust young Mr. Potter with his girlfriend's secret. But he must not tell Mr. Weasley or Miss Granger." I nodded. He turned and exited and I was left with my thoughts.

***

The day passed slowly. Professor McGonagall brought up my homework and told me what I had missed. I thanked her.

All I could think about were the things I spouted to Harry this morning. I was so horrible to him. I don't even know why.

I saw a few of my classmates from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff come through during the day. Not once did I see whom I wanted to see. Harry did not come up and see me all day.

Dinnertime rolled around. Madame Pomfrey gave me a broth, even though I hadn't thrown up since before the Headmaster had arrived. I sipped at the broth, feeling tears in my eyes. I set the bowl aside.

'I know I was horrible to him, but doesn't he care?' I thought. I lay down and curled on my side and fell asleep.

***

The next morning, Madame Pomfrey checked me again and discharged me in time to shower and change for class. I walked slowly to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Hogwarts: A History," I muttered to the Fat Lady. She swung open. I walked into the common room.

I hurried and showered and changed. I grabbed my books and hurried to Herbology. I slid into the greenhouse and saw two seats; one by Harry and the other by Neville. I sat next to Neville. Harry had an ashamed and shocked look on his face. Professor Sprout talked most of the time and then it was off to lunch.

I sat and ate quickly. I got into a discussion with Seamus about Irish food as opposed to American foods. We headed to Tranfiguration. I slid into my seat next to Harry.

"Keirsta," he started.

"Please, Harry. I'm trying to hear," I said, taking notes. He sighed. We finished the class and hurried to Potions. Snape was a git as usual. He took a total of twenty points off the Gryffindors while we completed a Wish Draught.

"You are dismissed," he said with disgust. I quickly gathered my things and left. I did not know what to say to Harry, so I was not going to encounter him. I took a walk around the grounds. I had a cup of tea with Hagrid. Then, I headed up to our common room. After muttering the password, I entered. I was ready to face Harry.

Looking around the room, I spotted Harry playing a game of Chess with Ron, Hermione reading my copy of Hogwarts: A History that I had leant her. My anger flared as I stalked over to him.

"I'm so relieve to know how you feel, Harry Potter! I mean so much to you!" I said to him. "I am sorry for what I said, you great stupid prat!" I swung away and started up the stairs. Harry caught my arm.

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"I was in the damn infirmary all day yesterday and you never came and saw me!" I felt tears in my eyes. Harry looked at me.

"I didn't know, Keirsta," he said. I looked at him.

"Madame Pomfrey was supposed to tell you. She said she told you!" I hissed. Harry looked abashed.

"I thought so," I said, softly, my eyes filling. I turned away and hurried up to my room. I stopped as I heard Hermione admonish Harry, "You should have told her. She would have understood. Or you should have told Sirius that she needed you for like five minutes! Or taken him to meet her."

"Yes, Hermione," said Harry, sarcastically. 'Keirsta, darling, this shaggy black Grim-like dog is my convict fugitive Animagus godfather, Sirius Black. He is not the killer and traitor everyone thinks he is. All this before she screams and alerts Pomfrey! That would gone over so well, Hermione."

'Sirius? Sirius Black! Black is Harry's godfather!' I thought wildly, wiping tears from my eyes. I suddenly smiled wickedly. I would let the butthead suffer a little. I climbed up to my room. ****

I took a nap. Being sick wears you out. I got up and went down to dinner. Still ignoring Harry, I sat with Neville and talked. We had shepard's pie. I relished the taste, because yesterday had been an anti-food day. We all went up to the common room. I quickly scratched a note to my mom about my sickness and one to my dad catching him up. I hurried up to the Owlery before curfew. Then, once back in the common room, I quietly observed Hermione and Ron comforting Harry. I heard everything. Could I help it that my hearing is hypersensitive?

"She would forgive you if you explain," said Hermione.

"Yeah, mate. 'Mione's right," was Ron's advice. I saw Harry's face. It was worn and were those tears I see? Oh, hell! I got up and went over to them.

"Harry, I have a question for you," I said. He looked up at me. I leaned over to let only my boyfriend and friends hear.

"How is your pet?" I asked. He looked at me then Ron and Hermione.

"Hedwig?" he asked, his face screwed up in the cutest way.

"No. Do you mean to tell me you seriously don't know what I am talking about?" I asked, with a cocky grin on my face. He shook his head.

"Never mind," I said, and turning to go I said quietly, but flippantly, "Harry, darling, tell Sirius I said hi." I quickly snuck a look at them. Harry's eyes were bugging out. Ron's mouth was flapping open and Hermione had a hand over hers. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

"What did you say?" he said.

"I love to meet your godfather," I said.

"What? How?" he sputtered.

"I overheard you earlier. Honestly Harry! I am your bloody girlfriend for Merlin's sake," I said. He looked ashamed.

"You're not shocked or afraid?" he asked

"No. I admit I was shocked at first, but I realized if you and Dumbledore trust him, there is no reason for me not to," I said.

"I'm sorry," he said. I kissed him.

"And I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I get very irritable when I'm sick. Is Sirius still here?" I asked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah."

"Can I meet him?" I asked, softly. He nodded. I knew this was the time. I took his hand. "I need to talk to you privately. Sorry." I looked at Ron and Hermione.

I led him out upstairs and into my room.

"Keirsta, I'm not supposed to be here," he said.

"I know. I have something to tell you. I'm-" Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Bugger!" I mumbled.

"Harry? Dumbledore needs to speak with you," said Ron from the other side.

"Alright," called Harry. He looked at me. "You were saying?" I had lost my nerve. We stood.

"It wasn't really important. I'll tell you later. We'll see Dumbledore and I'll meet your godfather, whom I have heard is a gorgeous hunk." I laughed at Harry's face.

"Of course," I said, snuggling to him. "He's an old man. He can't possibly be hunkier than the one I have." I kissed him. Harry took my hand and we left the tower.