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A/N:  Okay, a few quick notes, I re-posted this chapter, so there's more to it, hope I didn't confuse you, and apologies to goddess of the purple coats who did review but whose review I never actually received.  Thanks for sticking with me!  The next chapter has been written for about three months, but I'm still not satisfied with it, and I may decided not to post it yet.  If I do put that one up, and not a different one, then you will know what happened to Lily.


Recap:

"Heather, this state comes about in precisely one circumstance."  At this point Professor Dumbledore fixed Heather with a gaze so piercing that she squirmed under it, unable to bear its intensity.  "When any person so despises their life that they want to end it, they have many avenues by which they might attempt to accomplish their goal.  In the case of a seer, there is one more avenue available.  Heather, you literally tried to live inside a vision, ignore the real world completely, and you would have lived the rest of your life that way.  seers have done this in the past very rarely- only to avoid torture for fear of revealing a vision or something of the like.  It is necessary for the seer to have all the determination, depression, or whatever else it would take for that seer to end their life a different way to commit this act.  The seer must be ready to commit the act another way, in other cases, seers prepared themselves for death, accepting that their deaths were necessary to preserve the lives of others.  In short, you attempted suicide.  And it was only through Madame Pince's research and Poppy's skill we were able to bring you back."

Chapter 19: Questions

Heather sat alone in the hospital wing while everyone else was in class.  She was alone to think, but she knew full well she would be in the hospital wing for quite some time- the shock Madame Pomfrey had given her to bring her back had been quite severe.  She lay alone in bed, wondering.

Was she really suicidal?  What made her want to kill herself?  Did that mean if she started a vision in a bad mood she might die?  She didn't want to die. . . did she?  Did she really want to live?  Wouldn't she rather everything disappear; didn't she want it all to end?  Was it possible that it was partially sue to Lily's grief that she was so sad?  What was wrong with Lily anyway?

Heather sighed and rolled over.  She spotted a picture on her nightstand, one she had asked Professor Sprout to bring her after she was attacked by Malfoy.  She picked it up and looked at it.

'Oh, Cedric. . .  you are the only friend I've ever had. . . .  You are the only one who ever noticed me. . . .  You made me laugh when I was sad and when I was scared to do something you came with me. . . .  Well, Ced, I'm scared now.  I'm afraid to go to sleep.  I'm afraid to do anything at all.  I'm afraid I will kill myself. . . .  I wish I knew. . . Cedric, is just because I miss you?  Is it because I always said I would follow you anywhere you went I am now trying to follow you into death as well?  Do I have a reason to stay alive once you are gone?  Does anyone care?'  Heather sighed deeply as his magical picture looked pityingly up at her.  He looked pointedly at her nightstand for a moment, and she followed his gaze.  There was an envelope with a pressed flower atop it.  A pressed daisy.  Daisies were her favorite flowers, and she had shared that information with precisely one person: Cedric.

With trembling hands, she reached for the envelope and daisy.  Her quaking hands caused the daisy to slip to the bed spread, but she picked it up once more.  She tried to smell it, but it appeared that the scent was gone now.  She set it next to her on the bed and reached for her letter.

Dear Heather,

I know daisies are your favorite flowers. . . .  Or at least you always say so.  Something about them being bright and happy. . . it seems to me as though you need some happiness lately.  I thought having a daisy to keep you company while everyone is in class might brighten things up a bit.   Let me tell you, figuring out how to press one was no easy task, nor was finding one. . . .  Amazing plants they are, never around when you want them. 

You've seemed really upset lately, and I've been worried.  I know a lot of what you're seeing in your visions has gotten you down, not to mention plain confused, and I know you're still a bit in mourning.  How do I know?  Because I care about you.  So I've been watching you. 

Please Heather don't be upset, stop getting depressed.  You already know what happens to all the people in your visions, don't you?  Or at least you will, as soon as you figure out who they are.  Their futures. . . .

Heather has stopped reading.  At the mention of figuring out who these people were, the revelation about Sirius Black returned, and her confusion with it.  She shook her head, tired of questions with out answers, and turned back to the question in her hands: the letter.

. . . . Or at least you will, as soon as you figure out who they are.  Their futures, of course, are our history, but let me assure you- you've likely not got the facts straight.  In the end, it all seems okay to me, well, as okay as some things can get. 

Try to cheer up some, alright Heather?  It'll be nice to see you up and about.

Best Wishes,

Harry

Heather sighed, tired.  Harry had promised to come by soon, and she wasn't sure she was ready to talk to him.  She had taken her vision and placed it in the basin, but she knew that the topic of suicide was likely to come up.  Since she'd read his letter, she was feeling a lot better about herself.  She hadn't realized he knew much about her at all.  She was absolutely shocked to discover that Cedric had mentioned her to Harry- she knew they hadn't spoken too often to begin with. 

Heather was exhausted.  She rolled over in the hospital bed, aching from head to toe.  The shock they'd given to her body had been, to say the least, far from mild.  She tried to stay awake, knowing she needed to face Harry sooner rather than later, but it was all too soon before she was asleep.

Voices circled her, and the world around her spun.  Cedric smiled at her, giving her a huge hug, then stepped back and turned into Harry, who was putting a daisy onto Cedric's grave.  The grave was accompanied by another, and the inscription on the expanded headstone read "LILY and JAMES POTTER."  The shape began to change again, and Lily was in the hospital wing, sobbing, with Sirius at her side.  Then Sirius dried her tears and pulled her into a hug, and James took his place.  Suddenly. . . .

Heather wasn't dreaming anymore, but found herself in a vision.  She panicked, afraid she might be busy killing herself again.  It occurred to her, however, that if she was so afraid she might die, it wasn't likely that she was trying to kill herself.  She turned her attention to the scene before her.

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