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A/N: This is a day early in honor of my beloved reviewers. Dracomalfoygirl7: Thanks for reminding me about anonymous viewers.. I, in all my brilliance, thought I was supposed to check to box if I wanted them. Oops.. And don't worry; now that I've got you and Kate, I won't be abandoning you! Thank you! Kate: You so make my day, do you know that? Well, you do. Thank you for reviewing, hope you enjoy this!
Recap: Heather sighed, and felt herself falling asleep as well, finally feeling a mattress beneath her, and she was soon deep within a natural rest.
Chapter 8: The Mockery
Heather was sleeping most peacefully. Serenely. She could feel the warmth of the sunlight on her face; hear the birds singing out the window. She stretched delicately, happily. She was so content for some reason; he didn't really know why. She opened her eyes to see herself alone in the quiet and peaceful hospital wing. She turned over her mind for something to do, and decided to solve a puzzle, if she could.
Snuggling into her pillows, she recalled everything she had Seen. Who to identify first? Harry had said she really ought to know Remus, so she'd start with him. The name did seem familiar, somehow. She thought hard. Sandy hair, sickly, a werewolf, named.. No. It couldn't be. But when she thought of it, it really was, wasn't it? Professor Lupin! She hadn't known he and James were old school friends!
Well, with the added knowledge that he was a friend of Professor Lupin's, who was. Peter? Small, mousy-looking.. She had no idea. She didn't want to fathom Sirius yet. For some reason, she had a mental block about him.
She sighed and sat up. Her work from the previous day's classes was on her bedside table, and she set to work. About two minutes later, she was disrupted once more. Madame Pomfrey peeked around the curtains around her bed. "Heather? You have a visitor."
Heather sat up, excited. She wanted to tell Harry about that last vision, it was so sweet.. "Thanks, Madame Pomfrey!" she said cheerfully.
But it wasn't Harry who walked into her cubicle-like hospital area. It was Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.
He smirked. "Well, hello to you too."
Heather looked at him, then sighed deeply. "What do you want?" she asked, as civilly as she could manage.
"Only to see how my dear friend is doing," he smirked, "and, of course," he added, dropping his voice, "to tell her that if she tells anyone who did this to her, or what that person did, she will suffer much worse than this. The rumor's gotten out that you've had a few visions. Your eyes have certainly changed."
Heather said nothing. He knew about her visions? No, Harry would never tell. But. if he did know. Was he implying what she feared?
"Mmm.. Brave of you to sit there without saying a word.. One might think you were afraid? Ah, yes, I can see it in your eyes. Tell me, mudblood, did you really see anything, or did you just dye them so you don't look like such a joke of an Irish woman?"
Heather moved to sit up. She was going to smack him into oblivion. She wished she knew where her wand was, she was about to do what Harry had threatened.
Draco Malfoy put out a hand and pushed her back, so she couldn't get up. She was furious. How dare he? While she was struggling to get up, someone else walked in. And this time, she was grateful to see him. She was even more so that Draco could not. Heather was surprised by his hesitation, then realized he was probably picking a curse that was not illegal. His wand rose. It pointed directly at Malfoy.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" And slowly, Draco Malfoy was lifted into the air. Harry walked over to heather, keeping Draco aloft, and handed her her wand from the bedside table.
"Feel up to a spell?"
"Absolutely!" Harry leaned down and whispered in her ear while Draco was dancing above. Heather giggled.
"Petrificus Totalus!" She said, as loudly as she dared. Draco found his hands clamped to his sides, and he was falling. Very quickly. A moment before he hit the groud, Harry levitated him again, and then dropped him. Heather glared at Harry.
"What on earth did you do that for? He could've gotten hurt!" "And wound up in here with you? I don't think that sounds like fun. Besides, do you really want to sink to his level?"
"Good point." Heather muttered. "So what now?"
"He'll be gone in a minute, hold on." Harry answered. He walked to the door, opened it, then shut it. Then he turned his wand back to Draco.
"Stupefy!"
Harry wrapped the stunned and petrified Draco in his invisibility cloak and flew him out to the Quidditch pitch. Then he summoned his invisibility cloak back to himself, pointed out the window and said "Enervate!"
Heather laughed out right. That was a good plan. Draco had "walked out the door," but how long would he be lying there, awake and petrified, before he was found?
Harry sighed. He turned his head and looked at Heather. "He'll come back to torture you now, you know."
Heather nodded. "Come by more often."
Harry laughed, and Heather joined in. A moment later, they were quiet once more, and Harry was sitting next to her bed.
She looked over to him.
"You know, I wanted to talk to you. To- to - t-e-e-ell you something." She yawned.
Harry shook his head. "You need your sleep."
Heather frowned at him. "But I don't want to forget it, in case I have another vision!"
Harry was about to protest, when he was struck with a sudden idea. "Hold on. Would you mid just showing me?"
"Not at all.but how can I do that?"
Harry grinned, and muttered something. A bowl, inscribed with about a million runes, flew into the hospital wing.
"Are you obsessed with summoning charms or something? And what on earth is that?"
Harry smiled. "No, I'm not; they just make life easy. And this is a pensive."
Heather closed her eyes, trying to remember what on earth a pensive was.
A/N: I know, dumb place to stop, but I had to. So there.
R/R, PLEASE!! Flames are welcome, though constructive criticisms are preferred.
A/N: This is a day early in honor of my beloved reviewers. Dracomalfoygirl7: Thanks for reminding me about anonymous viewers.. I, in all my brilliance, thought I was supposed to check to box if I wanted them. Oops.. And don't worry; now that I've got you and Kate, I won't be abandoning you! Thank you! Kate: You so make my day, do you know that? Well, you do. Thank you for reviewing, hope you enjoy this!
Recap: Heather sighed, and felt herself falling asleep as well, finally feeling a mattress beneath her, and she was soon deep within a natural rest.
Chapter 8: The Mockery
Heather was sleeping most peacefully. Serenely. She could feel the warmth of the sunlight on her face; hear the birds singing out the window. She stretched delicately, happily. She was so content for some reason; he didn't really know why. She opened her eyes to see herself alone in the quiet and peaceful hospital wing. She turned over her mind for something to do, and decided to solve a puzzle, if she could.
Snuggling into her pillows, she recalled everything she had Seen. Who to identify first? Harry had said she really ought to know Remus, so she'd start with him. The name did seem familiar, somehow. She thought hard. Sandy hair, sickly, a werewolf, named.. No. It couldn't be. But when she thought of it, it really was, wasn't it? Professor Lupin! She hadn't known he and James were old school friends!
Well, with the added knowledge that he was a friend of Professor Lupin's, who was. Peter? Small, mousy-looking.. She had no idea. She didn't want to fathom Sirius yet. For some reason, she had a mental block about him.
She sighed and sat up. Her work from the previous day's classes was on her bedside table, and she set to work. About two minutes later, she was disrupted once more. Madame Pomfrey peeked around the curtains around her bed. "Heather? You have a visitor."
Heather sat up, excited. She wanted to tell Harry about that last vision, it was so sweet.. "Thanks, Madame Pomfrey!" she said cheerfully.
But it wasn't Harry who walked into her cubicle-like hospital area. It was Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.
He smirked. "Well, hello to you too."
Heather looked at him, then sighed deeply. "What do you want?" she asked, as civilly as she could manage.
"Only to see how my dear friend is doing," he smirked, "and, of course," he added, dropping his voice, "to tell her that if she tells anyone who did this to her, or what that person did, she will suffer much worse than this. The rumor's gotten out that you've had a few visions. Your eyes have certainly changed."
Heather said nothing. He knew about her visions? No, Harry would never tell. But. if he did know. Was he implying what she feared?
"Mmm.. Brave of you to sit there without saying a word.. One might think you were afraid? Ah, yes, I can see it in your eyes. Tell me, mudblood, did you really see anything, or did you just dye them so you don't look like such a joke of an Irish woman?"
Heather moved to sit up. She was going to smack him into oblivion. She wished she knew where her wand was, she was about to do what Harry had threatened.
Draco Malfoy put out a hand and pushed her back, so she couldn't get up. She was furious. How dare he? While she was struggling to get up, someone else walked in. And this time, she was grateful to see him. She was even more so that Draco could not. Heather was surprised by his hesitation, then realized he was probably picking a curse that was not illegal. His wand rose. It pointed directly at Malfoy.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" And slowly, Draco Malfoy was lifted into the air. Harry walked over to heather, keeping Draco aloft, and handed her her wand from the bedside table.
"Feel up to a spell?"
"Absolutely!" Harry leaned down and whispered in her ear while Draco was dancing above. Heather giggled.
"Petrificus Totalus!" She said, as loudly as she dared. Draco found his hands clamped to his sides, and he was falling. Very quickly. A moment before he hit the groud, Harry levitated him again, and then dropped him. Heather glared at Harry.
"What on earth did you do that for? He could've gotten hurt!" "And wound up in here with you? I don't think that sounds like fun. Besides, do you really want to sink to his level?"
"Good point." Heather muttered. "So what now?"
"He'll be gone in a minute, hold on." Harry answered. He walked to the door, opened it, then shut it. Then he turned his wand back to Draco.
"Stupefy!"
Harry wrapped the stunned and petrified Draco in his invisibility cloak and flew him out to the Quidditch pitch. Then he summoned his invisibility cloak back to himself, pointed out the window and said "Enervate!"
Heather laughed out right. That was a good plan. Draco had "walked out the door," but how long would he be lying there, awake and petrified, before he was found?
Harry sighed. He turned his head and looked at Heather. "He'll come back to torture you now, you know."
Heather nodded. "Come by more often."
Harry laughed, and Heather joined in. A moment later, they were quiet once more, and Harry was sitting next to her bed.
She looked over to him.
"You know, I wanted to talk to you. To- to - t-e-e-ell you something." She yawned.
Harry shook his head. "You need your sleep."
Heather frowned at him. "But I don't want to forget it, in case I have another vision!"
Harry was about to protest, when he was struck with a sudden idea. "Hold on. Would you mid just showing me?"
"Not at all.but how can I do that?"
Harry grinned, and muttered something. A bowl, inscribed with about a million runes, flew into the hospital wing.
"Are you obsessed with summoning charms or something? And what on earth is that?"
Harry smiled. "No, I'm not; they just make life easy. And this is a pensive."
Heather closed her eyes, trying to remember what on earth a pensive was.
A/N: I know, dumb place to stop, but I had to. So there.
R/R, PLEASE!! Flames are welcome, though constructive criticisms are preferred.