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expansion on the characterization of certain characters. That is all.
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A/N: I would love it if you reviewed. I really would. Let me know how this chapter is; I'm not sure whether or not this is an appropriate interaction between them.
Recap: Heather shifted until she was sitting up against her pillows, and then Harry Potter walked into the room.
Chapter 4: Discussions in the Night "Heather! Are you alright?" Harry exclaimed, as soon as he entered the room. "I'm fine, honestly, Harry. You (of all people) should know how good Madame Pomfrey is." "Of course I know that. That doesn't stop me from worrying a little about how you are." "Well, thank you for your concern." She paused. "I honestly don't remember all of it- What happened?" She was afraid of his answer, tentative to ask, but she really wanted to hear his version of events. "I don't know, honestly. I walked 'round the corner, and you were flying to the floor, and then Malfoy kicked you in the head, and then.." Harry paused, very glad that she didn't remember this part. "Then I threatened him to leave you alone. And he did. Then I took you up here." Heather hid a smile. Avada Kedavra is no idle threat. "So, did you enjoy your vision? I hope so, there are some visions that wouldn't even be worth the lovely eyes you've got now." Harry was joking, and it took Heather a moment to realize this before she laughed. "Actually, I need to talk to you about that vision. You see, I-" "Potter! Your time is up. You have seen Miss Kline, and now you can go!" Harry hesitated, before whispering to Heather, "I'll be back to see you tonight, okay?" She nodded, and then they said good-bye. That night, Heather woke up to the sound of the door creaking open. Surprised, she turned to see it shut. No one was there. Rather frightened, she sat up a bit, when all the sudden, Harry Potter materialized in front of her. She gasped. "It's ok, Heather! It's just my invisibility cloak. Did I wake you?" he spoke in a whisper, and she soon realized she ought to do the same. "Yes, but that's alright. I'm just glad I get to tell you about my vision." Harry sat down next to her, having pulled up a chair, and was now listening intently. Heather took a deep breath. "I woke up and saw you standing at the foot of my bed, looking at me. And then, all the sudden, the whole world turned around, and I saw- I don't know how I know who it was, but I knew- I saw your father standing there, at the foot of the bed, looking at whoever was in it, and pestering an old nurse. And then I realized who was in the bed- Harry, it was your mum." Harry just looked at her, as though simply waiting for more information. She slowly gave it to him, recounting the whole vision. "And, for the life of me, I can't figure out who those boys were! There were three of them with your father, Harry, their names were Peter, Remus, and Sirius, or at least that's what I think. And all but Peter look familiar, but I can't place them." Harry smiled. "Well, I'm not going to tell you right off, that's no fun, but think about it. You would not know Peter, he's not around anymore. You would know Sirius; he's been much nearer to here than a lot of people would like. And Remus you would know, as he, too, has been here." Heather looked at him, confused. "Can I at least have initials?" Harry sighed. "My father and Peter have the same last initial, Sirius's is B, and Remus- you really ought to know that one. Let me just remind you that my father mentioned a werewolf excursion." Heather was bewildered. However, Harry chose that moment to say. "I'm sorry, Heather, but if I don't get back, I'm going to be in terrible trouble. Besides, you look tired" "I am. I'll see you, then, Harry." "See you. And thank you for telling me about that." And he slipped on his cloak and was gone. Heather was exhausted. She sunk down into the covers, wondering who those people were, and feel soundly asleep. But it was not into dreams that she fell.
A/N: Did you like it? Review and let me know! Flames are welcome! I love feedback, c'mon, take 2 seconds of your time to humor me- you owe me, look at what I've written just for you! You don't even need to belong to ff.net to review for me.
A/N: I would love it if you reviewed. I really would. Let me know how this chapter is; I'm not sure whether or not this is an appropriate interaction between them.
Recap: Heather shifted until she was sitting up against her pillows, and then Harry Potter walked into the room.
Chapter 4: Discussions in the Night "Heather! Are you alright?" Harry exclaimed, as soon as he entered the room. "I'm fine, honestly, Harry. You (of all people) should know how good Madame Pomfrey is." "Of course I know that. That doesn't stop me from worrying a little about how you are." "Well, thank you for your concern." She paused. "I honestly don't remember all of it- What happened?" She was afraid of his answer, tentative to ask, but she really wanted to hear his version of events. "I don't know, honestly. I walked 'round the corner, and you were flying to the floor, and then Malfoy kicked you in the head, and then.." Harry paused, very glad that she didn't remember this part. "Then I threatened him to leave you alone. And he did. Then I took you up here." Heather hid a smile. Avada Kedavra is no idle threat. "So, did you enjoy your vision? I hope so, there are some visions that wouldn't even be worth the lovely eyes you've got now." Harry was joking, and it took Heather a moment to realize this before she laughed. "Actually, I need to talk to you about that vision. You see, I-" "Potter! Your time is up. You have seen Miss Kline, and now you can go!" Harry hesitated, before whispering to Heather, "I'll be back to see you tonight, okay?" She nodded, and then they said good-bye. That night, Heather woke up to the sound of the door creaking open. Surprised, she turned to see it shut. No one was there. Rather frightened, she sat up a bit, when all the sudden, Harry Potter materialized in front of her. She gasped. "It's ok, Heather! It's just my invisibility cloak. Did I wake you?" he spoke in a whisper, and she soon realized she ought to do the same. "Yes, but that's alright. I'm just glad I get to tell you about my vision." Harry sat down next to her, having pulled up a chair, and was now listening intently. Heather took a deep breath. "I woke up and saw you standing at the foot of my bed, looking at me. And then, all the sudden, the whole world turned around, and I saw- I don't know how I know who it was, but I knew- I saw your father standing there, at the foot of the bed, looking at whoever was in it, and pestering an old nurse. And then I realized who was in the bed- Harry, it was your mum." Harry just looked at her, as though simply waiting for more information. She slowly gave it to him, recounting the whole vision. "And, for the life of me, I can't figure out who those boys were! There were three of them with your father, Harry, their names were Peter, Remus, and Sirius, or at least that's what I think. And all but Peter look familiar, but I can't place them." Harry smiled. "Well, I'm not going to tell you right off, that's no fun, but think about it. You would not know Peter, he's not around anymore. You would know Sirius; he's been much nearer to here than a lot of people would like. And Remus you would know, as he, too, has been here." Heather looked at him, confused. "Can I at least have initials?" Harry sighed. "My father and Peter have the same last initial, Sirius's is B, and Remus- you really ought to know that one. Let me just remind you that my father mentioned a werewolf excursion." Heather was bewildered. However, Harry chose that moment to say. "I'm sorry, Heather, but if I don't get back, I'm going to be in terrible trouble. Besides, you look tired" "I am. I'll see you, then, Harry." "See you. And thank you for telling me about that." And he slipped on his cloak and was gone. Heather was exhausted. She sunk down into the covers, wondering who those people were, and feel soundly asleep. But it was not into dreams that she fell.
A/N: Did you like it? Review and let me know! Flames are welcome! I love feedback, c'mon, take 2 seconds of your time to humor me- you owe me, look at what I've written just for you! You don't even need to belong to ff.net to review for me.