The Late Night Meeting

Bang, crash!

"Bloody hell!" came the yell from a room inside Grimmuald Place. Harry opened his eyes, which were watering. He looked around and realized he was sprawled on the floor in a room which he had never been in. When his vision cleared more, he realized there was a low dresser in front of him. He concluded that he had been sleep walking, and he must have bumped into it just then. That would account for the throbbing pain in his knee and lower leg. Harry pushed himself up off of the floor, wondering why he had been sleepwalking. And what room was this?

He was about to leave when he saw the window was open. He took a step forward to close it, but then he saw something very strange. Thousands of tiny, silver specs, like glitter dust, began fluttering through the window, all moving together as if they were one. They swirled faster and faster, especially near the floor. They formed feet. They moved upward and formed legs, a stomach, arms, a neck, and lastly, a head.

It was a person. Harry couldn't tell who it was, except that is was a girl because of the long hair. They were just out of reach of the moon's rays. Then the person sighed longingly. They stepped out in front of the window, and Harry could see the shiny sheets of golden blonde, brown streaked hair. Harry's stomach flipped.

"Desiree?!" Harry said. Desiree's head whipped around and she looked at him in horror.

"W-what are you doing here?" she stammered.

"I was sleep walking and I crashed into this dresser. I was going to shut the window, but then I saw…" Harry trailed off, not knowing what to say. "What was that?" Desiree sighed again.

"I knew you would eventually find out, just not so soon…" she said, almost as if to herself.

"I have… unique gifts," she continued. "What you just saw… it was one of them… I can become invisible".

"And that is just one?" Harry said skeptically.

"Oui. There is more, but I don't really want to tell you right now. I will eventually".

"But if you were invisible, you still couldn't have been outside… We're on the second floor… But the silver particles… they were coming in the window," Harry said, trying to comprehend this shocking information.

"When I am invisible I can fly," Desiree said matter-of-factly.

"So you can become invisible… and you can fly…" Harry said, still trying to get it through his head.

"Oui. Tres bien" she said, smiling.

"Well then. That is pretty cool". Desiree just smiled that smile at him, and Harry's heart started beating faster. She walked slowly towards him.

"It is late, Monsieur Potter. You had better be off to bed!" she said mock sternly. Then she rose up on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Harry's stomach did about fifty flip-flops in a row just then.

"Bonne nuit, Harry" she whispered in his ear.

"Night" he said. He wondered if you could have a heart attack at fifteen. He left the room and shut the door quietly behind him. When he got back into bed, all he could think about was that kiss. Was it a sort of invitation? Or was it just a friendly peck on the cheek?, Harry wondered to himself. He fell asleep with the image of Desiree smiling at him.

After about twenty minutes later Desiree got out of her bed. She opened her door slowly and looked down the hall. No one was out. She walked a couple paces down the hall to Hermione's room. She peered inside. Hermione was fast asleep. Now was Desiree's chance to learn some things about these new people. She crept to Hermione's bed. She closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling Hermione's mind, her dreams. She softly touched her head to form a stronger connection, but not strong enough so that she would appear in the dream.

Immediately a sort of movie was playing in front of Desiree's eyes. An old lady with spectacles and her hair tight in a bun was yelling at Hermione.

"Miss Granger! You have failed your O.W.L.s! You have received the worst scores of anyone to pass through Hogwarts!" the woman yelled. Then she beckoned to a round faced boy standing in the corner.

"Neville, on the other hand," the woman continued more calmly, "has gotten the best scores since Professor Dumbledore came to this school".

"Nooooooooooooo!" Hermione screamed. She was in tears. Desiree decided to just change the dream a little. Her new friend was obviously having a nightmare. She concentrated, and soon the office Hermione was in evaporated, along with the teacher and the round-faced boy.

Hermione was now on a tropical island. Desiree smiled. Who wouldn't like that? Then she thought of something better. She had noticed a little tension between Hermione and Ron during dinner, and she could guess they liked each other but were each too scared to admit it. Desiree pictured Ron in her mind, and imagined him on the beach with Hermione. He appeared, and Hermione's face brightened immediately. She decided she would leave now. This was private.

Desiree blinked and she was back in the room. She wistfully remembered the vacation her family had taken along with Jason's family to the Bahamas. How she wished she was back at that time with familiar people instead of here in this dark house with a bunch of strangers! (Though the young guy strangers were pretty cute).

Hermione sighed contentedly. Desiree resisted the urge to return to her dream. That was Hermione's business, not hers. Desiree always tried to never abuse her powers if she could help it, but sometimes the temptation was just too much.

The one power Desiree really wished she could get rid of was her Veela power. She could control the Veela powers most of the time, though, but other times the guys just went crazy around her, especially when she was feeling a very strong emotion.

Desiree was proud of herself, though. She thought the guys at Grimmuald Place were very cute, especially Harry, but she had managed to not let out any Veela power at all today.

Next Desiree went into Ron's room. She smiled as soon as she was in the dream. She didn't need to do anything here, because Ron was already dreaming about Hermione.

Desiree frowned when she saw Ginny's dream. Ginny and Harry were having a romantic, candle-lit dinner, and were holding hands across the table. So she would obviously have some competition for Harry. But that was okay. Desiree knew she could get Harry if she wanted, (even without using her powers most guys still wanted her), but if Ginny really liked Harry, Desiree wouldn't get in the way. That would be mean and unfair to Ginny. After all, she was here first.

Lastly, Desiree entered Harry's room. She smiled. Harry looked so cute, with his hair even messier than it had been this evening, from turning in his sleep. Slowly Desiree reached out with her hands. His hair felt silky and smooth. Then she closed her eyes and reached out with her mind for the fourth time that night. She pushed through Harry's mind extra hard, so she would actually be in the dream, not just watching it.

She immediately fell into a dark room, with stone benches all around. The atmosphere told Desiree that Harry was dreaming about something that had really happened. Then she heard a shout, and a high pitched hysterical laugh.

Desiree turned around. In the center of the room was an archway with a veil over it. A dark haired woman was laughing as a dark haired man fell in slow motion thorugh the veil. Harry was watching helplessly off to the side. He kept trying to run to the man, but there was something like an invisible wall blocking him. Then, the wall that could not be seen was gone, and Harry ran towards the falling man, but he reached him just as his feet slipped through the veil.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed in agony. He turned around and shouted at the woman:

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOUR OWN COUSIN!!! HOW COULD YOU?"

"Wittle Sirius was a big, bad, bwood twaitor, and he deserved it" the woman taunted Harry in a baby's voice. "And now, Meester Potter, it's your turn!" she cried triumphantly. She raised her wand in slow motion.

"No!" Desiree shouted. She rushed down the stairs. As she was leaping over the stone benches she used one of her other powers. The dark haired woman was thrown against the wall, and she evaporated.

"Harry!" Desiree cried as she reached him. "Who were those people?"

"The woman was Bellatrix Lesterange, and the man was my godfather, Sirius Black," Harry said gravely.

"Sirius Black is your godfather?" Desiree asked. "But didn't he murder-"

"Sirius was not a murderer!" Harry shouted angrily. "And he was my godfather, until I killed him!"

"Shhhhh. Harry, it's okay," Desiree said soothingly. Harry collapsed on the floor with his face in his hands. Desiree sat down beside him and put her arms around him. "You didn't kill him Harry. I saw. It was that Bellatrix Lesterange".

Desiree decided they needed a change of scenery, and she thought about the lake a few miles away from her old home. Slowly the room with the ancient looking veil and archway faded, and they were sitting by the lake shore with a picnic. Desiree looked around with a bitter sweet feeling, remembering all the times Jason had brought her here for picnics. But he was part of her past now. She had to move on. Though it was going to be hard to do.

"Have some apple pie!" Desiree said brightly, holding out a plate to him. Harry looked up and saw that the surroundings had changed.

He looked at her and said "Desiree, is this another one of your powers, to be in people's dreams, or am I really just dreaming?" Desiree laughed.

"I am really here" she said to him. Harry smiled at her and took the apple pie. They ate in silence for awhile, enjoying the scenery. And Desiree was enjoying Harry's company.

"Desiree…" Harry said.

"Yes?" she prompted him.

"You-you look really beautiful" he finished. Harry blushed and looked down at his sandwich. Desiree just smiled. She could feel that this was Harry's real feelings, not dream ones.

"And you don't look so bad yourself" she told him. Harry looked relieved and excited at her words, and soon he reached over and held her hand. They just sat there for a while longer, chatting. After a few minutes more, Desiree got up.

"Leaving all ready?" Harry asked disappointedly.

"Oui," she said, grinning. "I may have all these awesome super natural powers, but I still need to sleep. Bye," she said, and she kissed him on the cheek for the second time that night.

And then she was back in Harry's room. She didn't break the connection, though, and she removed the dream from Harry's memory. She didn't want him (or anyone, for that matter) to know too much about her yet, and that dream had revealed a lot. Like the fact that she thought Harry was hot, and that she had the power to penetrate people's minds.

People usually forgot their dreams anyways, but Desiree didn't want to take any chances.

She crept down the hallway and back into her room. So, she had learned Hermione was worried about her O.W.L.s, whatever those were, Hermione and Ron liked each other, Ginny had the hots for Harry, and Harry had a godfather who he thought he had killed, and he also thought she, Desiree, was pretty. An interesting group, Desiree thought as she drifted asleep.

A/N: If you are thinking that Desiree is this girl who is going to seduce every guy in town, you're wrong. True, she does flirt a lot, and a lot of guys will like her, but she wants guys to like her for who she is, not how strong a veela spell she can put on them. She is just bold and friendly and flirty. Anyways, Desiree won't be totally desperate for guys like some people I know are…

And if you are curious about the rest of Desiree's powers, don't worry. You will find out as the story goes along.

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