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A/N: okay, I've been bedridden since before my last post and today, being the 7th, is my birthday. So this post is rather short and likely not very good grammatically speaking. Please forgive that, I've just written it and have no more to give.
Recap: "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.
Chapter 9: Boredom
Harry had left now, and Heather sat alone in the room. She wished he was still here, wished they could talk about something, because she was nothing if not bored. It was infuriating to lie there, hour after agonizing hour, still in mild pain, with absolutely nothing to do. Madame Pomfrey had forbidden her to do her homework. She wasn't supposed to "strain herself." In her opinion, that left her with nothing to do but sleep. She'd love to sleep, of course, but it didn't seem to happen as often as would be nice.
She rolled over again, trying to at least get comfortable. Malfoy's words stuck in her head. What had he called her? "A joke of an Irish woman." Well, honestly, it shouldn't matter.. He'd pick on her anyway, she knew, but that was one thing that had always gotten her teased. She didn't look like any of her family. How many times had one of her ill-wishers at school asked her who her real father was? Her mother was always furious with her when she told her what magic had escaped her that day until she discovered why. Then her mother would just pull her close and tell her that there was a reason she didn't look like the family right now. She'd always ask why. And her mother never had an answer. She realized, all of a sudden, that she hadn't written to her mother at all since she was hurt. So she took out some parchment and a quill, and began to write.
Dear Mum,
Don't worry, even though I know you will, I'm alright. I'm in the hospital wing, though, Mum. I promise, I'm just fine, and the only reason I'm still in here is that Madame Pomfrey's horribly paranoid. Well, that and a few other reasons, anyway. . . But let me start at the beginning here, okay, Mum?
You see, the other day, I was leaving Divination when this horrid old git, Draco Malfoy, I know I've told you about him, stopped me in the hall. He knocked me down and he was kicking me and everything, calling me a "half- blood" (he's one of those dense slytherin blokes, you know, Mum?) when Harry Potter came 'round the corner. Well, he's never taken kindly to Draco, much less to the Pure-Blood attitude, so he told Draco to stop or he'd curse him to bits! Well, I've told Harry I don't remember it, but, really, I do. You see, Harry threatened him with Avada Kedavra!! I was utterly surprised, but Harry just laughed and said that it got rid of Malfoy, didn't it, so who cared, really? And I do suppose he's right.
Well, Harry helped me to the hospital wing, and the strangest thing happened. I got a vision, Mum, a real vision, but it was very odd. I'd've thought that I would see the future, but no such thing, ever since then, I've been having visions of the past! Actually, to be accurate, of Harry's parents at Hogwarts. So, I've been telling him all about them, of course, and he came up with this brilliant idea. He's letting me use his pensive, so now he can see the visions, too! It's all very exciting.
Well, Mum, I promise to write more later, and to let you know when I get out of hospital, but at the moment, I'm really rather tired, so I'm off to get some rest. Write me back, and tell me how you and Dad are doing!
All my love, Heather
PS. I almost forgot! With my first vision, my eyes changed color! They're just the loveliest shade of blue! I can't wait till you see, they look just like your eyes do, Mum!
A/N: Review please, and tell me to get well or have a happy birthday or write more or something, wont you? I allow anonymous reviews, which I always meant to do, so please, feel free!
R/R, PLEASE!! Flames are welcome, though constructive criticisms are preferred.
A/N: okay, I've been bedridden since before my last post and today, being the 7th, is my birthday. So this post is rather short and likely not very good grammatically speaking. Please forgive that, I've just written it and have no more to give.
Recap: "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.
Chapter 9: Boredom
Harry had left now, and Heather sat alone in the room. She wished he was still here, wished they could talk about something, because she was nothing if not bored. It was infuriating to lie there, hour after agonizing hour, still in mild pain, with absolutely nothing to do. Madame Pomfrey had forbidden her to do her homework. She wasn't supposed to "strain herself." In her opinion, that left her with nothing to do but sleep. She'd love to sleep, of course, but it didn't seem to happen as often as would be nice.
She rolled over again, trying to at least get comfortable. Malfoy's words stuck in her head. What had he called her? "A joke of an Irish woman." Well, honestly, it shouldn't matter.. He'd pick on her anyway, she knew, but that was one thing that had always gotten her teased. She didn't look like any of her family. How many times had one of her ill-wishers at school asked her who her real father was? Her mother was always furious with her when she told her what magic had escaped her that day until she discovered why. Then her mother would just pull her close and tell her that there was a reason she didn't look like the family right now. She'd always ask why. And her mother never had an answer. She realized, all of a sudden, that she hadn't written to her mother at all since she was hurt. So she took out some parchment and a quill, and began to write.
Dear Mum,
Don't worry, even though I know you will, I'm alright. I'm in the hospital wing, though, Mum. I promise, I'm just fine, and the only reason I'm still in here is that Madame Pomfrey's horribly paranoid. Well, that and a few other reasons, anyway. . . But let me start at the beginning here, okay, Mum?
You see, the other day, I was leaving Divination when this horrid old git, Draco Malfoy, I know I've told you about him, stopped me in the hall. He knocked me down and he was kicking me and everything, calling me a "half- blood" (he's one of those dense slytherin blokes, you know, Mum?) when Harry Potter came 'round the corner. Well, he's never taken kindly to Draco, much less to the Pure-Blood attitude, so he told Draco to stop or he'd curse him to bits! Well, I've told Harry I don't remember it, but, really, I do. You see, Harry threatened him with Avada Kedavra!! I was utterly surprised, but Harry just laughed and said that it got rid of Malfoy, didn't it, so who cared, really? And I do suppose he's right.
Well, Harry helped me to the hospital wing, and the strangest thing happened. I got a vision, Mum, a real vision, but it was very odd. I'd've thought that I would see the future, but no such thing, ever since then, I've been having visions of the past! Actually, to be accurate, of Harry's parents at Hogwarts. So, I've been telling him all about them, of course, and he came up with this brilliant idea. He's letting me use his pensive, so now he can see the visions, too! It's all very exciting.
Well, Mum, I promise to write more later, and to let you know when I get out of hospital, but at the moment, I'm really rather tired, so I'm off to get some rest. Write me back, and tell me how you and Dad are doing!
All my love, Heather
PS. I almost forgot! With my first vision, my eyes changed color! They're just the loveliest shade of blue! I can't wait till you see, they look just like your eyes do, Mum!
A/N: Review please, and tell me to get well or have a happy birthday or write more or something, wont you? I allow anonymous reviews, which I always meant to do, so please, feel free!
R/R, PLEASE!! Flames are welcome, though constructive criticisms are preferred.