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related. No copyright infringement is intended. The plot, Heather, Madame
Relpa, and a few characters later introduced belong to me, as well as the
expansion on the characterization of certain characters. That is all.
(One might also mention that I am a minor and therefore, technically, don't
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A/N: I would be so happy if you reviewed. I might cry of joy. And I know I said a week, and this isn't a very good start, but well. I'll try to do better.
Recap: Heather felt a gentle tug at her mind, and, though she didn't want to let go, she knew she had no choice. She slowly opened her eyes to see the hospital wing. And next to her she saw Madame Pomfrey.
Chapter 4: Inquiries and Eye Shades "Hello, Heather," she sounded hesitant, "Can you tell me- what color are your eyes?" Heather looked confused, but answered, "Green. Olive green." "That's what I thought.. Heather, dear, your eyes are. They're blue." Heather blinked a few times. What was she on about? "What? No, they're not. They're green." "No, I'm afraid not. They were green, yes. But they are blue." "But- why? Since when do eyes change color?" "Heaher, while you were unconscious- the second time- yes I know you woke up for a moment- did you See anything?" "How was I supposed to see? I was asleep!" "No, Heather, See, with a capital 'S'. Did you have a vision of some kind, perhaps? Seer's eyes are known to change to their true color after their first prediction or vision or other psychic experience." "Yeah- yeah, I did. It was weird. I had this dream- this vision, I guess. But- but it was in the past." She replied, mildly confused. Madame Pomfrey sighed and said softly, "Try to get some more sleep, Heather dear. And perhaps I will allow your visitor to see you when you wake up." "I've had a visitor?" "Oh, my goodness, yes. Mr. Potter won't leave. He seems very concerned for you. Come now, get some more sleep, then you can tell me exactly what happened, and I'll finish patching you up."
Heather had no dreams that night, and awoke to see Professor Trelawny next to her bed with a quill and parchment in her hands. The Professor looked down at her through her huge, ugly glasses with a rather odd face. "My dear, I have been informed that you have Seen something." "Yes.," Heather said slowly, waking up, "yes, I did." "Tell me quickly my dear, before the clairvoyant vibrations flee from you! We must learn what this means, and we have no time to loose." Heather opened her mouth to respond, and to give the full truth as an answer, but then, suddenly felt that this would be a poor idea. Finally, after casting about for a response, she said simply, "I honestly don't remember, Professor." "But, dear! Surely you must have some recollection, some vague memory of your very own vision? It is clear you have Seen, my dear, you very eyes express it." "I'm sorry, Professor. Maybe we're not meant to understand it yet. I just don't remember it now." "Yes, yes, the fates will move in their own time, always. When the vision returns, do not hesitate! We must discover its meaning before our time is up!" and with that she glided out of the hospital wing, leaving Heather behind her, shaking her head. As though Professor Trelawny could be of any help. Or as though her vision needed interpretation. She had felt the time in the vision; she had Seen exactly what had happened many years ago. Madame Pomfrey returned with a goblet of some unknown potion, which she told Heather to drink. She winced as she did so- it was disgusting. Heather leaned back against her pillows as Mdame Pomfrey took the goblet away. Thens he heard arguing "Madame Pomfrey, please, it's been-" "Not long enough, Potter! I will not be letting you in to see Miss Kline!" "Please, Madame Pomfrey, I just want to make sure she's all right; I won't be long at all." Heather was shocked to hear Madame Pomfrey's voice soften. "All right, Potter. But not long. Or I will be most upset." Heather shifted until she was sitting up against her pillows, and then Harry Potter walked into the room.
A/N: Gano!! (if you don't know what that means, though. If you're terribly curious, its Spanish.) sorry, but I was so proud of this little detail in here. That you probably didn't notice. But that's okay. Oh, yes, and REVIEW!!!!!!!
A/N: I would be so happy if you reviewed. I might cry of joy. And I know I said a week, and this isn't a very good start, but well. I'll try to do better.
Recap: Heather felt a gentle tug at her mind, and, though she didn't want to let go, she knew she had no choice. She slowly opened her eyes to see the hospital wing. And next to her she saw Madame Pomfrey.
Chapter 4: Inquiries and Eye Shades "Hello, Heather," she sounded hesitant, "Can you tell me- what color are your eyes?" Heather looked confused, but answered, "Green. Olive green." "That's what I thought.. Heather, dear, your eyes are. They're blue." Heather blinked a few times. What was she on about? "What? No, they're not. They're green." "No, I'm afraid not. They were green, yes. But they are blue." "But- why? Since when do eyes change color?" "Heaher, while you were unconscious- the second time- yes I know you woke up for a moment- did you See anything?" "How was I supposed to see? I was asleep!" "No, Heather, See, with a capital 'S'. Did you have a vision of some kind, perhaps? Seer's eyes are known to change to their true color after their first prediction or vision or other psychic experience." "Yeah- yeah, I did. It was weird. I had this dream- this vision, I guess. But- but it was in the past." She replied, mildly confused. Madame Pomfrey sighed and said softly, "Try to get some more sleep, Heather dear. And perhaps I will allow your visitor to see you when you wake up." "I've had a visitor?" "Oh, my goodness, yes. Mr. Potter won't leave. He seems very concerned for you. Come now, get some more sleep, then you can tell me exactly what happened, and I'll finish patching you up."
Heather had no dreams that night, and awoke to see Professor Trelawny next to her bed with a quill and parchment in her hands. The Professor looked down at her through her huge, ugly glasses with a rather odd face. "My dear, I have been informed that you have Seen something." "Yes.," Heather said slowly, waking up, "yes, I did." "Tell me quickly my dear, before the clairvoyant vibrations flee from you! We must learn what this means, and we have no time to loose." Heather opened her mouth to respond, and to give the full truth as an answer, but then, suddenly felt that this would be a poor idea. Finally, after casting about for a response, she said simply, "I honestly don't remember, Professor." "But, dear! Surely you must have some recollection, some vague memory of your very own vision? It is clear you have Seen, my dear, you very eyes express it." "I'm sorry, Professor. Maybe we're not meant to understand it yet. I just don't remember it now." "Yes, yes, the fates will move in their own time, always. When the vision returns, do not hesitate! We must discover its meaning before our time is up!" and with that she glided out of the hospital wing, leaving Heather behind her, shaking her head. As though Professor Trelawny could be of any help. Or as though her vision needed interpretation. She had felt the time in the vision; she had Seen exactly what had happened many years ago. Madame Pomfrey returned with a goblet of some unknown potion, which she told Heather to drink. She winced as she did so- it was disgusting. Heather leaned back against her pillows as Mdame Pomfrey took the goblet away. Thens he heard arguing "Madame Pomfrey, please, it's been-" "Not long enough, Potter! I will not be letting you in to see Miss Kline!" "Please, Madame Pomfrey, I just want to make sure she's all right; I won't be long at all." Heather was shocked to hear Madame Pomfrey's voice soften. "All right, Potter. But not long. Or I will be most upset." Heather shifted until she was sitting up against her pillows, and then Harry Potter walked into the room.
A/N: Gano!! (if you don't know what that means, though. If you're terribly curious, its Spanish.) sorry, but I was so proud of this little detail in here. That you probably didn't notice. But that's okay. Oh, yes, and REVIEW!!!!!!!