The Granger Dilemma
2. -Seeing Sirius + The Prophecy-
Felicia wrapped her arms around herself trying to get warm in the short nightgown she was wearing. She had borrowed it from Ginny but it was a few inches too short for her. She looked the man up and down. His robes were torn in some places and there was a small gash on his cheek which had dried blood on it. She also noticed a large cut in his arm, and blood seemed to be dripping from it.
"Hermione, is Harry here? It's me, Sirius!" Sirius Black exclaimed. He knew that Hermione had seen him because of the way she had reacted. He did wonder though how she saw him as he was still behind the veil. No one could see him, he was drifting around like a spirit. He had already tried to talk to someone, but they couldn't see him. Sirius felt like a ghost. His hand would go through anyone if he touched them. However, when he had seen Hermione sitting on the window sill, he had gotten a strong impulse to grab her and pull her down. Wondrously, his hand hadn't gone through her, he had been able to touch her.
"I-I-I'm not H-H-Hermione, I'm her sister," Felicia stammered. She was still shaking from the shock.
Now that Sirius looked closer, he did notice that the girl's hair was not bushy and mousey-brown. It was a dirty blonde color and straight. "Hermione has a sister? I never knew that!" Sirius said, looking astonished.
"Who are you, though?" Felicia asked, her eyes wide open with fear.
"Oh, I'm Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black," he informed her.
"Oh.." Felicia uttered, "What happened to you?"
"Well..it's a long story. What's you name?" Sirius inquired.
"Felicia," she replied.
"Felicia, could you please get Harry for me, I need to speak to him, urgently!" Sirius said.
"All right," Felicia said and climbed back up to the windowsill, with Sirius's help and tip toed into Ron's bedroom.
She saw Harry soundly sleeping in a bed nearby Ron's and slowly went up to him and shook him lightly. "W-w-what?" Harry grumbled and groggily opened one eye.
"Harry! Wake up!" Felicia shook him some more.
Harry, with all his might, opened his eyes fully, and saw Felicia, bent over him, "Felicia, what are you doing here?" he asked looking flabbergasted at her.
"Come on!" Felicia exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of bed.
"W-why?" Harry moaned. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers and quickly put on a t-shirt as he got out of bed. His hair looked a thousand times more ruffled than it did during the day, and he ran a hand through it to try and keep it in place. However, no such luck.
Felicia dragged him out of the house and to the place where she had just met Sirius. Harry noticed how short Felicia's nightgown was and groaned as he watched the sway of her hips as she rushed forward, dragging him into the garden.
"What?" Felicia asked, hearing his groan. Her lips formed into a smirk. She knew exactly why he had groaned, although she wasn't about to let him know that she knew.
"N-nothing," Harry quickly stammered, thankful that it was dark outside and she could not see how she was affecting him.
Felicia came to a halt in front of Sirius and said, "Here you go."
"What.?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"Can't you see him?"
"See who?"
"Your Godfather!" Felicia exclaimed, starting to get impatient.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Harry asked, his temper starting to rise.
"No! For God's sake Harry! Can't you see your Godfather, Sirius Black?" Felicia asked, her eyes blazing.
Sirius was waving his arm in front of Harry's face and that was when he realized that Harry, like those other people could not see Sirius.
"If this is some kind of joke, it seriously is not funny!" Harry hissed at Felicia, afraid of waking everyone.
"No! It's not a joke! I don't know why you can't see him! I can!"
"Well, I can't see anything!" Harry exclaimed angrily and started heading back towards the house.
"HARRY!" Sirius shouted with all his might.
Harry heard Sirius's voice shouting his name and he abruptly turned around. "Who just said that??" Harry asked, his eyes wide open with shock.
"Harry, it's me, Sirius, Can you hear me?" Sirius asked.
"Sirius! Oh my God! Where are you?" Harry questioned, looking around frantically.
"You can't see me Harry, I'm under the veil," Sirius informed.
"B-b-but, then, how can Felicia see you?" Harry asked.
"I don't know Harry," Sirius remarked, shaking his head. Then he got an idea and hastily said, "Listen, Harry, I need you to go and inform Dumbledore about this situation."
"All right, how should I reach him?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Err....why don't you um..send him an owl?" Sirius inquired.
"But, that'll take ages," Felicia added, her teeth started to chatter in the cold.
"Well, it's the only option we have," Sirius sighed.
"All right then, I'll go and send Dumbledore an owl," Harry said, and started walking, then he turned around and beckoned for Felicia to come. When she had walked over to him, Harry thanked her, "Felicia, thanks for waking me up, I'm sorry for getting all mad at you," he paused and looked at the ground ashamed at jumping to conclusions that Felicia was joking with him about Sirius being there, "Well, I better post that owl to Dumbledore, I'll be right back." With that, Harry hurried back towards the house.
Felicia walked back towards Sirius and looked around. She felt slightly awkward, standing in the garden, with a complete stranger, in the middle of the night. She saw Sirius touch the cut on his arm and wince in pain. She decided to help him and asked, "Um...would you like to me to get something for that?" She pointed towards his arm.
"If it isn't too much trouble for you," Sirius grimaced as his arm had started to throb in pain.
"No problem," Felicia stated shaking her head and quickly rushed into the house to get some magical first-aid. She didn't bother to get her wand, as she couldn't do any healing magic.
Gathering all the things she needed, she returned to Sirius. Sirius rolled up his shirt and took a deep breath. "Go ahead," he notified Felicia.
Felicia took out a piece of cotton. After pouring some disinfectant on to it, she placed it on Sirius's wound and gently rubbed it. She had experience in this kind of thing, after all, her foster mum had been a nurse. Of the many lessons her foster mum had taught her, one of them was, 'how to apply first aid'.
Sirius recoiled in agony as the wound stung him. The pain was flying through his veins, and he had to bite his tongue to keep out from yelling. Ever since his childhood, he had always been healed with magic. He wasn't used to this stuff that muggles called, 'first-aid'.
"You okay?" Felicia asked, wincing herself, imagining how much pain Sirius was bearing. His wound had been cut deep.
"Yeah, just go on," Sirius groaned. Felicia took the piece of cotton off, and started to wrap Sirius's arm in a bandage. After she had neatly swathed his wound, she smiled at her handiwork.
"There you go, better now?" Felicia questioned.
"Yes, much better, I do not know how I can thank you Felicia. I am truly grateful to you for doing what you did," Sirius thanked Felicia, who looked slightly flushed at all the praise he was showering on her.
Harry suddenly came rushing out of the house, barefoot, his feet softly padding on the luscious green grass. It tickled his feet slightly and he jogged towards Felicia announcing, "I sent a letter to Dumbledore, I'm sure he'll come as soon as he receives it."
Felicia nodded her head in understanding. She put the first-aid box aside and sat down on the gray stone step, made of granite rock.
"Um..where's Sirius?" Harry asked, looking around, even though he knew he could not see him.
"I'm here Harry," Sirius spoke up, "I'm on the stone step, next to Felicia."
"Oh, right," Harry exclaimed.
A loud pop was heard and Dumbledore appeared in front of them. "Professor Dumbledore!" Harry greeted.
"Wow, that was fast!" Felicia remarked.
Dumbledore smiled gravely through his half-moon spectacles and inquired, "Harry, you said that you needed me to come urgently, what is the matter?"
"Well, you see...Sirius is behind the veil. No one can see him," Harry explained.
"Except for me," Felicia informed, "I can see him."
"Then you are the 'one'. The 'one' who a prophecy was made about," Dumbledore notified her solemnly.
"What? I don't understand this all.." Sirius raised an eyebrow questioningly, "How can Felicia here, see me, and everyone else can not?"
"Because Sirius, she is the only one who can see people behind the veil and she alone can help them out of the veil," Dumbledore clarified.
"What?" exclaimed both Harry and Felicia at once.
"Let me enlighten you on the prophecy, then you may understand," Dumbledore announced and continued to tell the three of them the recollection of the time when he first heard the prophecy.
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*Flashback*
Dumbledore entered the gloomy Divination classroom on the 14th of February. He was overcome with a deep drowsiness as soon as he did so. The classroom, was not as he remembered it. Sybil Trelawney had transformed it into more like a den, with small armchairs and pouffe's everywhere. The fireplace was glowing brightly, and radiating heat throughout the room. Adjusting his glasses, he searched the room for a sign of Trelawney.
"Hello, dear Albus! How nice of you to come by and visit me," Trelawney greeted him cheerfully. "Would you like me to gaze in my crystal ball and see what's in store for you?"
"Oh..no..that's really all right, do not trouble yourself Sybil," Dumbledore exclaimed earnestly. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the afternoon in this lethargic, stuffy room, being told un-useful things that Trelawney claimed to see in that crystal ball of hers, which turned out to be all hogwash anyways.
Dumbledore believed that she possessed the inner eye, for it was she who had foretold the prophecy about 'the boy who lived'. Of course, she was also a descendant from a great seer. He was interrupted from his thoughts by Trelawney exclaiming, "Oh, no no no, please come and sit down for a crystal ball gazing, I insist!" She beckoned for him to take a seat at the chair opposite her crystal ball.
The only reason that Dumbledore agreed to this was because he wanted to be polite. There was no other reason on Earth as to why he would sit in a unventilated room, listening to rubbish, that never turned out to be true at all.
Trelawney took a seat opposite him and held her hands over the crystal ball and closed her eyes. She seemed to be concentrating unbreakably on the ball. She opened her eyes and Dumbledore watched the crystal ball, starting to turn cloudy white. "Hmmmm...a cloudy-" Trelawney stopped abruptly.
Her eyes opened wide and turned a shade of bright magenta. Her whole body became rigid and stiff. In a dull, monotonous voice, she spoke, "Two children will be born tonight, the night of the full moon. One of these children will be the most exalted one. The only one who shall have the power to see those who have fallen behind the veil. This child will be the only one able to retrieve those who have been lost under the veil."
With that said, Trelawney jolted back into her normal dazed out self. Her voice returned back to its normal high pitched sing-songlike tone. Her breathing which seemed to have been put on hold, came back to her normal breathing. "Where were we Albus?"
Dumbledore took advantage of her state and quickly announced, "You just finished telling me how I will lose one of my most loved ones in the month of March," he cheerfully exclaimed, "And now, I must be off! Have a nice day!"
With that said, Dumbledore hurried to his office to record the newest Prophecy and send it to the ministry for safe-keeping.
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A/N : Well, that was the second chapter! Hope you all liked it! I have much more plot to come in this story, so stay tuned! Please read and review! I'll be truly grateful, and do the same for you!
Thank you, Chandi
2. -Seeing Sirius + The Prophecy-
Felicia wrapped her arms around herself trying to get warm in the short nightgown she was wearing. She had borrowed it from Ginny but it was a few inches too short for her. She looked the man up and down. His robes were torn in some places and there was a small gash on his cheek which had dried blood on it. She also noticed a large cut in his arm, and blood seemed to be dripping from it.
"Hermione, is Harry here? It's me, Sirius!" Sirius Black exclaimed. He knew that Hermione had seen him because of the way she had reacted. He did wonder though how she saw him as he was still behind the veil. No one could see him, he was drifting around like a spirit. He had already tried to talk to someone, but they couldn't see him. Sirius felt like a ghost. His hand would go through anyone if he touched them. However, when he had seen Hermione sitting on the window sill, he had gotten a strong impulse to grab her and pull her down. Wondrously, his hand hadn't gone through her, he had been able to touch her.
"I-I-I'm not H-H-Hermione, I'm her sister," Felicia stammered. She was still shaking from the shock.
Now that Sirius looked closer, he did notice that the girl's hair was not bushy and mousey-brown. It was a dirty blonde color and straight. "Hermione has a sister? I never knew that!" Sirius said, looking astonished.
"Who are you, though?" Felicia asked, her eyes wide open with fear.
"Oh, I'm Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black," he informed her.
"Oh.." Felicia uttered, "What happened to you?"
"Well..it's a long story. What's you name?" Sirius inquired.
"Felicia," she replied.
"Felicia, could you please get Harry for me, I need to speak to him, urgently!" Sirius said.
"All right," Felicia said and climbed back up to the windowsill, with Sirius's help and tip toed into Ron's bedroom.
She saw Harry soundly sleeping in a bed nearby Ron's and slowly went up to him and shook him lightly. "W-w-what?" Harry grumbled and groggily opened one eye.
"Harry! Wake up!" Felicia shook him some more.
Harry, with all his might, opened his eyes fully, and saw Felicia, bent over him, "Felicia, what are you doing here?" he asked looking flabbergasted at her.
"Come on!" Felicia exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of bed.
"W-why?" Harry moaned. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers and quickly put on a t-shirt as he got out of bed. His hair looked a thousand times more ruffled than it did during the day, and he ran a hand through it to try and keep it in place. However, no such luck.
Felicia dragged him out of the house and to the place where she had just met Sirius. Harry noticed how short Felicia's nightgown was and groaned as he watched the sway of her hips as she rushed forward, dragging him into the garden.
"What?" Felicia asked, hearing his groan. Her lips formed into a smirk. She knew exactly why he had groaned, although she wasn't about to let him know that she knew.
"N-nothing," Harry quickly stammered, thankful that it was dark outside and she could not see how she was affecting him.
Felicia came to a halt in front of Sirius and said, "Here you go."
"What.?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"Can't you see him?"
"See who?"
"Your Godfather!" Felicia exclaimed, starting to get impatient.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Harry asked, his temper starting to rise.
"No! For God's sake Harry! Can't you see your Godfather, Sirius Black?" Felicia asked, her eyes blazing.
Sirius was waving his arm in front of Harry's face and that was when he realized that Harry, like those other people could not see Sirius.
"If this is some kind of joke, it seriously is not funny!" Harry hissed at Felicia, afraid of waking everyone.
"No! It's not a joke! I don't know why you can't see him! I can!"
"Well, I can't see anything!" Harry exclaimed angrily and started heading back towards the house.
"HARRY!" Sirius shouted with all his might.
Harry heard Sirius's voice shouting his name and he abruptly turned around. "Who just said that??" Harry asked, his eyes wide open with shock.
"Harry, it's me, Sirius, Can you hear me?" Sirius asked.
"Sirius! Oh my God! Where are you?" Harry questioned, looking around frantically.
"You can't see me Harry, I'm under the veil," Sirius informed.
"B-b-but, then, how can Felicia see you?" Harry asked.
"I don't know Harry," Sirius remarked, shaking his head. Then he got an idea and hastily said, "Listen, Harry, I need you to go and inform Dumbledore about this situation."
"All right, how should I reach him?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Err....why don't you um..send him an owl?" Sirius inquired.
"But, that'll take ages," Felicia added, her teeth started to chatter in the cold.
"Well, it's the only option we have," Sirius sighed.
"All right then, I'll go and send Dumbledore an owl," Harry said, and started walking, then he turned around and beckoned for Felicia to come. When she had walked over to him, Harry thanked her, "Felicia, thanks for waking me up, I'm sorry for getting all mad at you," he paused and looked at the ground ashamed at jumping to conclusions that Felicia was joking with him about Sirius being there, "Well, I better post that owl to Dumbledore, I'll be right back." With that, Harry hurried back towards the house.
Felicia walked back towards Sirius and looked around. She felt slightly awkward, standing in the garden, with a complete stranger, in the middle of the night. She saw Sirius touch the cut on his arm and wince in pain. She decided to help him and asked, "Um...would you like to me to get something for that?" She pointed towards his arm.
"If it isn't too much trouble for you," Sirius grimaced as his arm had started to throb in pain.
"No problem," Felicia stated shaking her head and quickly rushed into the house to get some magical first-aid. She didn't bother to get her wand, as she couldn't do any healing magic.
Gathering all the things she needed, she returned to Sirius. Sirius rolled up his shirt and took a deep breath. "Go ahead," he notified Felicia.
Felicia took out a piece of cotton. After pouring some disinfectant on to it, she placed it on Sirius's wound and gently rubbed it. She had experience in this kind of thing, after all, her foster mum had been a nurse. Of the many lessons her foster mum had taught her, one of them was, 'how to apply first aid'.
Sirius recoiled in agony as the wound stung him. The pain was flying through his veins, and he had to bite his tongue to keep out from yelling. Ever since his childhood, he had always been healed with magic. He wasn't used to this stuff that muggles called, 'first-aid'.
"You okay?" Felicia asked, wincing herself, imagining how much pain Sirius was bearing. His wound had been cut deep.
"Yeah, just go on," Sirius groaned. Felicia took the piece of cotton off, and started to wrap Sirius's arm in a bandage. After she had neatly swathed his wound, she smiled at her handiwork.
"There you go, better now?" Felicia questioned.
"Yes, much better, I do not know how I can thank you Felicia. I am truly grateful to you for doing what you did," Sirius thanked Felicia, who looked slightly flushed at all the praise he was showering on her.
Harry suddenly came rushing out of the house, barefoot, his feet softly padding on the luscious green grass. It tickled his feet slightly and he jogged towards Felicia announcing, "I sent a letter to Dumbledore, I'm sure he'll come as soon as he receives it."
Felicia nodded her head in understanding. She put the first-aid box aside and sat down on the gray stone step, made of granite rock.
"Um..where's Sirius?" Harry asked, looking around, even though he knew he could not see him.
"I'm here Harry," Sirius spoke up, "I'm on the stone step, next to Felicia."
"Oh, right," Harry exclaimed.
A loud pop was heard and Dumbledore appeared in front of them. "Professor Dumbledore!" Harry greeted.
"Wow, that was fast!" Felicia remarked.
Dumbledore smiled gravely through his half-moon spectacles and inquired, "Harry, you said that you needed me to come urgently, what is the matter?"
"Well, you see...Sirius is behind the veil. No one can see him," Harry explained.
"Except for me," Felicia informed, "I can see him."
"Then you are the 'one'. The 'one' who a prophecy was made about," Dumbledore notified her solemnly.
"What? I don't understand this all.." Sirius raised an eyebrow questioningly, "How can Felicia here, see me, and everyone else can not?"
"Because Sirius, she is the only one who can see people behind the veil and she alone can help them out of the veil," Dumbledore clarified.
"What?" exclaimed both Harry and Felicia at once.
"Let me enlighten you on the prophecy, then you may understand," Dumbledore announced and continued to tell the three of them the recollection of the time when he first heard the prophecy.
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*Flashback*
Dumbledore entered the gloomy Divination classroom on the 14th of February. He was overcome with a deep drowsiness as soon as he did so. The classroom, was not as he remembered it. Sybil Trelawney had transformed it into more like a den, with small armchairs and pouffe's everywhere. The fireplace was glowing brightly, and radiating heat throughout the room. Adjusting his glasses, he searched the room for a sign of Trelawney.
"Hello, dear Albus! How nice of you to come by and visit me," Trelawney greeted him cheerfully. "Would you like me to gaze in my crystal ball and see what's in store for you?"
"Oh..no..that's really all right, do not trouble yourself Sybil," Dumbledore exclaimed earnestly. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the afternoon in this lethargic, stuffy room, being told un-useful things that Trelawney claimed to see in that crystal ball of hers, which turned out to be all hogwash anyways.
Dumbledore believed that she possessed the inner eye, for it was she who had foretold the prophecy about 'the boy who lived'. Of course, she was also a descendant from a great seer. He was interrupted from his thoughts by Trelawney exclaiming, "Oh, no no no, please come and sit down for a crystal ball gazing, I insist!" She beckoned for him to take a seat at the chair opposite her crystal ball.
The only reason that Dumbledore agreed to this was because he wanted to be polite. There was no other reason on Earth as to why he would sit in a unventilated room, listening to rubbish, that never turned out to be true at all.
Trelawney took a seat opposite him and held her hands over the crystal ball and closed her eyes. She seemed to be concentrating unbreakably on the ball. She opened her eyes and Dumbledore watched the crystal ball, starting to turn cloudy white. "Hmmmm...a cloudy-" Trelawney stopped abruptly.
Her eyes opened wide and turned a shade of bright magenta. Her whole body became rigid and stiff. In a dull, monotonous voice, she spoke, "Two children will be born tonight, the night of the full moon. One of these children will be the most exalted one. The only one who shall have the power to see those who have fallen behind the veil. This child will be the only one able to retrieve those who have been lost under the veil."
With that said, Trelawney jolted back into her normal dazed out self. Her voice returned back to its normal high pitched sing-songlike tone. Her breathing which seemed to have been put on hold, came back to her normal breathing. "Where were we Albus?"
Dumbledore took advantage of her state and quickly announced, "You just finished telling me how I will lose one of my most loved ones in the month of March," he cheerfully exclaimed, "And now, I must be off! Have a nice day!"
With that said, Dumbledore hurried to his office to record the newest Prophecy and send it to the ministry for safe-keeping.
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A/N : Well, that was the second chapter! Hope you all liked it! I have much more plot to come in this story, so stay tuned! Please read and review! I'll be truly grateful, and do the same for you!
Thank you, Chandi