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A/N: Sorry, I wanted to be early, but that didn't work too well.  I know it's shorter than the standard, but I don't write it for the length, I write it for the plot.  Besides, my long A/Ns are taking up space this time (sorry, guys!)

Thanks to:

The goddess of purple coats [x2] (thanks!  I'm really glad you like it.  And no.  You're wrong.  But where did you see that foreshadowed?)

Dracomalfoygirl7 (You were so close!  And then you ran away and went the other direction.  I thought you'd actually figured it out, and then….. No.  And to be honest, I don't intend, from where it currently stands, on anything that would be earth-shattering occurring.  The beauty of this fic is that, hopefully, after book 5 comes out it could still feasibly occur, a little subplot JKR left out.  So I probably won't kill Harry.  [Unless, of course, I change my mind…*evil grin*])

Wolfe [x3] (Thanks!)



Recap:

Lily looked at him silently for a moment, then nodded.  "I love you."

"And I you."

Lily fell asleep soon after, with James at her side keeping his ceaseless vigil, and Harry and Heather floated back to reality.

Chapter 13: Interrupted Visions

Heather was bored.  Her homework was finished, she was still waiting for a reply from her mother, and goodness knows she had no visitors, excluding Harry.  She had slept so much she wondered if she would ever be tired again.  She desperately wanted to get back to classes, if only to fill up the time.  She also dreaded going back.  The only time she would speak to anyone would then be when she told Harry she'd had another vision.  She had no friends, and- Stop it, she told herself firmly, just stop it.  All you're accomplishing is pitying yourself.  That does you no good.  And if you keep on like that, you're going to cry.  And then won't you have fun dealing with Madame Pomfrey and people who think you're depressed.  She wanted to get out.  To go somewhere.  To do something, anything.  She gave up on that and went through with what, if not for Harry, would be the most exciting part of her day.  She got up from the bed and walked over to the lavatory.  She walked along, wondering if anyone else was pathetic enough to be excited by a trip to the toilet. 

If this had happened last year, I wouldn't be alone, Heather thought bitterly, Last year, he would have been in here with me, at least sometimes.  Okay, well, perhaps only about as much as Harry is, but all the same. . . .  He really did care.... He really did care about me...

But something in the back of Heather's mind began to nag at her.  You know he never cared...  You know you didn't matter to him.  No one cares about you Heather.  No one.  Has your Mum even written you back yet?  No.  Because no one loves you.  Not even your own mother.

Oh, just shut up! Heather thought furiously.  I don't need you to tell me what I already know.  You don't have to rub it in my face, you know.

Oh, way to go Heather.  Talk to yourself.  Brilliant idea.

Heather shook her head, deciding that she didn't want to deal with this anymore.  She brushed the thoughts aside, and kept walking.

However, despite leaving her bed, she never did reach the bathroom.

Harry walked in to visit Heather, and was stopped by Madame Pomfrey.  He asked to visit Heather, and Madame Pomfrey sighed and headed for her office.  Harry turned to look into Heather's area, but something caught his eye.  Halfway across the room, lying crumpled on the floor was…

"Heather!"

"Mr. Potter, if you don't mind, please keep your voice down.  This is a hospital win-"

"Madame Pomfrey, Heather's on the floor!  She's unconscious!"  Harry had rushed over, and was now kneeling on the floor next to her.

What's going on? Heather wondered, There I was, having a lovely vision, and now here I am, watching myself disembodied and. . . .  Oh.  That would do it, wouldn't it?  I'm seeing myself, aren't I?

Heather vaguely remembered reading, somewhere or another, that if a Seer were endangered during a vision, they would See themselves, and their current circumstance.  Before the Seer had gotten used to his or her abilities, they might experience this problem anytime someone new so much as entered the room they were in.  Oh, just dandy.  Now I get my visions interrupted.  She sat back and watched, hovering above the ground, not enjoying herself any longer, but feeling neglected.  She watched as Madame Pomfrey came over and scooped her up.  She carried her over to the bed and placed her on it.  Pulling out her wand, she pointed at Heather's body and muttered, "Enervate".  Nothing happened.  Harry looked up at Madame Pomfrey, clearly confused.

"Um. . .   Madame Pomfrey. . . .  Why didn't that work?  She can't be. . . "

"No, Potter, she's not dead.  The fact of the matter is, she is still awake.  She is likely, therefore, experiencing a vision.  That may last a good long while, so you'd best return to your dormitory and-"

"Please, Madame Pomfrey, if you don't mind, I'd rather wait here for her to wake up."

Madame Pomfrey looked at him.  "That interested in her vision?"

Yes, he is.  You don't know why, but suffice it to say that that's the only reason I really matter. 

"No, I'm not," Harry answered softly, "It's just that she's my friend."

Heather looked at him.  She walked over and placed herself in front of him.  She doubted he was that good a liar.  Harry actually cared about her?  Not to mention the shock that anyone at all cared, but Harry?  Harry had friends, and was popular, and was an excellent Quidditch player, and he cared about her?  That was something to ponder over carefully.

Madame Pomfrey had also been carefully surveying Harry, and finally, she nodded and walked off, leaving Harry to take the seat next to her bed and wait.  Heather hovered a moment, uncertain. 

"Umm. . .  Hello?  I, um. . .  I'd like to return to my vision now. . ." And to her immense surprise, she saw the world spin, and she returned to exactly where she had been before she had been disturbed by Harry's entrance.

A/N: Okay, time to ask for input.  My original intent was to avoid anything that might conflict with the HP books.  In other words, after we've all stayed up all night reading OotP, you can still come back here and read my fic, and it still could have happened.  I was not planning on a romance (besides James/Lily), but if you all want to see Heather/Harry, I will consider it.  I know it sort of looks that way, but as it is, they are just casual friends.  Let me know.  But please remember that as the author, I will listen to your opinions, then completely disregard them if I don't like them (no, just kidding.  But it is going to go my way).

So, next chapter next Saturday.

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