Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any trademark or insignia thusly
related. No copyright infringement is intended. The plot, Heather, and a
few characters later introduced belong to me, as well as the expansion on
the characterization of certain characters. That is all.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, please review and let me know if you like it, and I promise, even if it stinks, to finish it just so you don't have to wonder what was going to happen, because I am NOT fond of that. Also, there's absolutely no bad language in this story, b/c I don't use it myself.
Heather walked down the hallway after divination, keeping to herself, as quiet as she had always been. She was looking at the ground and watching her feet escape from, and then disappear under, the hem of her second-hand robes, again and again. She wondered if anyone really noticed her. She didn't think so. Here she was, in her fifth year at Hogwarts, and no one so much as knew she existed. The rest of the Hufflepuff girls still forgot her name! And she hated being in Hufflepuff. It meant no one thought anything of her before they even knew her name. But she was one of the smartest students in the school! Third or fourth in her year! Did anyone care? No. She was just a worthless Hufflepuff with dull, mousy brown hair and drab, olive-green eyes. No one cared. The only person besides Professor Sprout, her head of house, who remembered so much as her name was Professor Trelawny, her divination teacher. Heather had been so upset to realize her teacher was a fraud; and not a Seer at all. Heather knew she could See, she knew she had the ability, but it didn't seem to matter to anyone. And without someone who actually could See to help her, she would never learn. 'Probably just as well,' she thought, 'if I were a Seer, no one would listen anyway. And then they'd just blame it on me when something went wrong.' Walking down the hallway, lost in thought, she suddenly felt a hard blow to her back, and she was falling, her books flying out of her hands, and crashing to the stone floor, not breathing well at all. "Look! Look at the lousy little half-blood, won't you?" The voice was cruel and cold, and spit out the word half-blood, punctuating it by kicking her in the head. "How pathetic! Doesn't even know how to walk! Isn't that right you stupid little-" "Malfoy! You leave her alone!" A new voice followed the footsteps she had felt through the floor. "Oh, what are you going to do about it, Potter? Going to have a seizure on me?" Heather looked up to see a pointed wand. Held by none other than Harry Potter. "What, now you're going to kill me like you did Digory? In the middle of a school?" Heather could feel the rage radiating off Harry. It was frightening; she'd never seen anyone that angry before. "I know some good hexes now, Malfoy. And, should you care to try, I will prove that to you." "Like you could Potter. You'd just start crying for your mummy once I started cursing you." Heather watched as Harry's mouth formed a single, horrifying word. Draco paled. "You- you wouldn't. You couldn't. All these people would see, and... and.." He let out a single, pathetic whimper. "Run, Malfoy. Run." And Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle with him, turned and ran.
Heather sat up with a splitting headache. Harry walked over to her and gently helped her up. "Are you alright, Heather?" She was shocked. 'How does he know my name?' she wondered. She was flabbergasted for a moment, before remembering that a question needs an answer. "Yes. Yes, fine thank you." She said, lying. Concerned, she set her on her feet, and she promptly fell down again. He sat on the floor next to her, and said simply, "I'm not so sure about that." "Were you really going to- to- Avada Kedavra him?" "No, of course not," he said vehemently, "that was how my parents died; I'd never use it. But it scared him witless, didn't it?" Heather laughed, the first laugh she'd had since. since when, anyway? She didn't want to think about it. "Come on, you need to get to the hospital wing." He began to gather her books for her and then looked back at her. "Do you need help? Or can you make it on your own?" She bit her lip, looking determined. "I'll manage." She said simply. They set off for the hospital wing, and arrived with Harry pulling her on a stretcher. (The idea of her walking had lasted for about half a second after she stood up, when she fell down again.)
Madame Pomfrey bustled out, gasping to see the young girl on the strecher. "Potter, what happened?" "It was Malfoy," he bit out, attempting, and failing, to hide his malice. "I honestly don't know what he did. I came a bit too late for that." Madame Pomfrey sighed deeply, and transferred the now-unconscious girl onto a bed. "Will she be alright?" Harry asked, nervously. "Give a moment, Potter, I haven't even looked at her yet." Heather opened her eyes, though neither noticed, and saw Harry sigh impatiently. Suddenly the world spun, and her eyes saw something very, very new. And yet, very much the same.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, please review and let me know if you like it, and I promise, even if it stinks, to finish it just so you don't have to wonder what was going to happen, because I am NOT fond of that. Also, there's absolutely no bad language in this story, b/c I don't use it myself.
Heather walked down the hallway after divination, keeping to herself, as quiet as she had always been. She was looking at the ground and watching her feet escape from, and then disappear under, the hem of her second-hand robes, again and again. She wondered if anyone really noticed her. She didn't think so. Here she was, in her fifth year at Hogwarts, and no one so much as knew she existed. The rest of the Hufflepuff girls still forgot her name! And she hated being in Hufflepuff. It meant no one thought anything of her before they even knew her name. But she was one of the smartest students in the school! Third or fourth in her year! Did anyone care? No. She was just a worthless Hufflepuff with dull, mousy brown hair and drab, olive-green eyes. No one cared. The only person besides Professor Sprout, her head of house, who remembered so much as her name was Professor Trelawny, her divination teacher. Heather had been so upset to realize her teacher was a fraud; and not a Seer at all. Heather knew she could See, she knew she had the ability, but it didn't seem to matter to anyone. And without someone who actually could See to help her, she would never learn. 'Probably just as well,' she thought, 'if I were a Seer, no one would listen anyway. And then they'd just blame it on me when something went wrong.' Walking down the hallway, lost in thought, she suddenly felt a hard blow to her back, and she was falling, her books flying out of her hands, and crashing to the stone floor, not breathing well at all. "Look! Look at the lousy little half-blood, won't you?" The voice was cruel and cold, and spit out the word half-blood, punctuating it by kicking her in the head. "How pathetic! Doesn't even know how to walk! Isn't that right you stupid little-" "Malfoy! You leave her alone!" A new voice followed the footsteps she had felt through the floor. "Oh, what are you going to do about it, Potter? Going to have a seizure on me?" Heather looked up to see a pointed wand. Held by none other than Harry Potter. "What, now you're going to kill me like you did Digory? In the middle of a school?" Heather could feel the rage radiating off Harry. It was frightening; she'd never seen anyone that angry before. "I know some good hexes now, Malfoy. And, should you care to try, I will prove that to you." "Like you could Potter. You'd just start crying for your mummy once I started cursing you." Heather watched as Harry's mouth formed a single, horrifying word. Draco paled. "You- you wouldn't. You couldn't. All these people would see, and... and.." He let out a single, pathetic whimper. "Run, Malfoy. Run." And Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle with him, turned and ran.
Heather sat up with a splitting headache. Harry walked over to her and gently helped her up. "Are you alright, Heather?" She was shocked. 'How does he know my name?' she wondered. She was flabbergasted for a moment, before remembering that a question needs an answer. "Yes. Yes, fine thank you." She said, lying. Concerned, she set her on her feet, and she promptly fell down again. He sat on the floor next to her, and said simply, "I'm not so sure about that." "Were you really going to- to- Avada Kedavra him?" "No, of course not," he said vehemently, "that was how my parents died; I'd never use it. But it scared him witless, didn't it?" Heather laughed, the first laugh she'd had since. since when, anyway? She didn't want to think about it. "Come on, you need to get to the hospital wing." He began to gather her books for her and then looked back at her. "Do you need help? Or can you make it on your own?" She bit her lip, looking determined. "I'll manage." She said simply. They set off for the hospital wing, and arrived with Harry pulling her on a stretcher. (The idea of her walking had lasted for about half a second after she stood up, when she fell down again.)
Madame Pomfrey bustled out, gasping to see the young girl on the strecher. "Potter, what happened?" "It was Malfoy," he bit out, attempting, and failing, to hide his malice. "I honestly don't know what he did. I came a bit too late for that." Madame Pomfrey sighed deeply, and transferred the now-unconscious girl onto a bed. "Will she be alright?" Harry asked, nervously. "Give a moment, Potter, I haven't even looked at her yet." Heather opened her eyes, though neither noticed, and saw Harry sigh impatiently. Suddenly the world spun, and her eyes saw something very, very new. And yet, very much the same.