Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK does. Duh…

A/N: Yeah! I finished it by the deadline! - I stayed up really late last night finishing this. So you guys better review! Lolz. I hope you guys like my gangsta version of Dudley and his pals. This chappie has some bad lingo…sry. :p. Let's just say he resmbles the typical horny 15 year old druggie. Actually, he's modeled after the real life horny 15 year old druggie that sits behind me in music class. Except he's not fat. Anyway. Thank you very much to those of you who reviewed, it means a lot to me! I hope you guys like this chapter. It has major developments even though it is shorter than usual.

Enjoy! -

Chapter 6: Revenge is Sweet

"Nichole's missing!" shouted Eric, as he barged into Sarah's room that she shared with Meghan and Nichole.

"What!" shouted Sarah, as she sat bolt upright in bed.

"She's not here, and Aunt Molly says she hasn't seen her this morning!"

"Where could she be?"

"I don't know, but she's not exactly the type to go running off now is she?"

"Oh no, that's why she ended up here after all! What has gotten into her lately?"

"You don't think…"

"Think what Eric?"

"Well, I don't know…do you think she maybe didn't leave of her own accord?"

"…"

"Well, it's possible isn't it?"

"Well…maybe, but I don't think it could be anyone other than someone in the Order, and as far as we know, there's no spies running around lose…"

"Well, ideally, you wouldn't know, now, would you?"

"But why would anyone want to take Nichole anyway?"

"I don't know, maybe they wanted her to tell them what's going on at their meetings! Maybe those extendable ears weren't such a good idea…"

"Yea…whatever. You saw her last night didn't you?"

"Yea, we were...um…yea…I saw her."

"Ok…eeew…I did not need to know that."

"You asked!"

"Hey guys! What's up!"

"Meghan, Nichole's gone! She disappeared last night!"

"Oh…um…so d'you guys um…like know where she is by any chance?"

"No…but it sounds like you do." Sarah said, crossing her arms. "Spill. You suck at lying!"

"I don't know anything!"

"Yes you do!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Fine. But I can't tell you. I promised."

"What the hell Meghan! And why would she tell you and not me anyway?"

"Ummm…cause she knew you would go all spazzy. And ummm…she was kind of right…"

"What! But she just left! Of course I would spazz, who wouldn't!"

"…"

"Okay, whatever, just tell me, it's important!"

"She said I couldn't tell anyone except Dumbledore!"

"Argh!"

Maybe you should stop pointing a sharp fire poker at her…

This was the first thought that crossed Harry's mind. He had been sleeping with the Dursley's fire poker beside his bed ever since his wand had gone missing. He thought it was probably the best pathetic form of defense he would be able to muster if the Death Eaters decided to come knocking.

Lowering the poker, Harry grasped the thin piece of wood in his hand, wondering what it was she was handing him. It did not pass through his jellied brain for a few more seconds that she was handing him his wand. All he could do was stare. The next rational thought that crossed his mind was that he should probably close his mouth, since he didn't want such a pretty girl to think he was a sick staring pervert or something.

And maybe he should put on a shirt.

Oh my God! She just gave me my…wand?

Huh?

Ohhhh…so she must have had it.

"Oh…um…it's okay…I notice didn't…all…um…thanks?" Harry had never felt more stupid in his whole life, not even when he had asked Cho to the Yule ball last year. His head felt like it was floating several feet above his body, and his brain didn't seem to be connected to everything. He took a minute to analyze the situation.

Pretty girl.

NameNichole.

She's from…heaven? No…my dreams…literally.

She's standing in my room.

Why?

"Why're you here?" Shit. Keep you mouth closed damnit! "I mean…um…I know you, but…I've never really seen you." Oh sod it, she thinks you're bonkers anyway.

The girl-Nichole, smiled before-

Wait.

SHE SMILED! That's good right? Oh, shit what'd she say?

"Sorry, what?" Smooth.

"I asked how you know me. You know my name and well…"

"Oh, um, it's kinda…weird actually. But um…you must know me, because you're here…and don't you…oh never mind."

"No, I think I know what you mean. I know you too, but I've never seen you until now-well, at least not in person. See, it really is weird. I just started having dreams about you…except I don't think they were dreams, I think when I went to sleep, I could sometimes see what you were doing. Like I was there with you…except you couldn't see me. What about you?"

Harry was so completely relieved that she had been experiencing the same odd sort of events that he had. "Same."

Awkward Silence

"So…um…not to be rude, but what brings you here in the middle of the night?"

"Oh, well, I know you've been locked up all summer, and honestly those relatives of yours….if I were you I'd have attempted suicide as soon as I could walk. I can't believe you've had to put up with them for so long. Anyway, I thought it was so horrible, and Hermione and Ron said that you sounded pretty pissed in all the letters you'd been sending-though believe me if I was you I'd be pissed to. So I decided to-"

"Wait a second, you know Ron and Hermione? You've been to Headquarters?"

"Yes…I have. And my friend Sarah is Ron's cousin, and Mrs. Weasley took us to Headquarters when we got here. I have to say she wasn't to happy…"

"Why? What'd you guys do? Where did you come from exactly?"

"Well…you want Reader's Digest version, or The Sound of Music version?"

Harry smiled. She seemed nice. "Hmm…let's go with The Sound of Music version. We have all the time in the world seeing as I try to leave the room as little as possible. Here, take a seat."

"Thanks. Well-one-time-when-I-was-here…I-mean-in-one-of-those-weird-dreams-I-saw-your-wand-sitting-on-the-side-of-the-night-table-and-thought-it-was-kinda-weird-because-then-I-didn't-know-I-was-magic. I-didn't-know-till-like-three-weeks-ago. Anyway-it-reminded-me-of-this-time-I-was-in-a-play-in-grade-eight. You-know-Cinderella? I-was-the-fairy-godmother. And-then-"

"Okay, whoa, slow down. You kinda-"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just…well…when I get nervous…I either, don't talk at all, or…talk way too much. I'm sorry…I'm just not good at meeting new people. Trust me, I'm pretty normal once you get to know me!"

Harry smiled at this. "Well, trust me, around here, being normal, would just be weird, so maybe you'll want to re-think that."

Nichole smiled, and continued.

Merlin did she looked so pretty when she smiled.

It was very dark, and very cold.

Nichole could feel the suppressing misery all around her. It felt as if hell itself had been resurrected in this one place.

She looked over towards the end of the alley. She could see a cloaked figure gliding towards her. The figure, like the rest of her surroundings were blurry. They looked real, but something was strange about them.

She looked around. On one side of her was Harry's cousin, on the other, Harry himself.

Harry pulled out his wand and started shouting at Dudley. Dudley broke free of Harry's grasp with a punch. He ran towards the cloaked figure, and it lowered it's cloak towards his face.

Before the beast could hurt Harry's cousin, Harry shouted a magic spell with all the force he possessed. "Expecto Patronum!"

A bright white stag burst forth from the tip of Harry's wand and warded away the cloaked figure. Minutes later, an old lady appeared from nowhere. Harry called her Mrs. Figg, and seemed surprised to see her. She led him and his cousin home. Nichole followed.

When they entered number 4 Privet Drive, Harry's uncle and aunt fussed over his cousin. Suddenly, the boy spoke, and seemed to tell his parents that it had been Harry that had caused the dementor. Harry's uncle went in a rage, and began shouting at Harry. In the next few minutes, there was much confusion in the Dursley residence. Owls came and went. Harry was undecided on wether he was leaving or not. Eventually, he decided on staying-for the moment apparently. It appeared that the 'Ministry of Magic' was not pleased that Harry had used magic outside of school-even if it had been to save his cousin's life. When Harry trudged up the creaky stairs to his room, Nichole saw the images blurring, and she awoke with a start.

Nichole opened her eyes and jumped up. After she had finished telling Harry her whole story, she had felt rather tired. Harry had graciously offered up his own bed, but Nichole insisted that he needed his sleep too, and had conjured some cushions and blankets which made the floor quite comfortable

She promptly fell right back over.

She crawled to the bathroom and wretched into the toilet.

She held her head in her hands. And breathes slowly. She sat on the bathroom floor for five minutes before the horrible sickness finally receded. She wobbly stood up, and cleaned up after herself.

She made her way back to Harry's room and sat down on the floor.

She couldn't sleep now. She kept thinking the robes hanging out of Harry's closet were those horrible beasts.

Nichole decided she should forget about the dream rather than try to remember it.

She picked up her wand, and some spare paper off Harry's desk and started to contemplate how she would be able to convince the Dursleys to let her stay until the Order came to pick them up.

It's too bad she didn't realize that she had had dreams like that one before.

Nichole yawned and rolled over on her very uncomfortable, very hard bed. This definitely didn't seem like her favorite fluffy pillow. Nichole opened her eyes to see…

Dirty socks.

Nichole sat up straight, and as she did, she remembered where she was. She remembered meeting Harry, and the very long chat they had had last night about the strange events of the summer that concerned both of them.

She also remembered puking in the bathroom last night, but decided not to think about that. She picked up her wand from the floor and set it on Harry's desk.

She turned her head in the other direction to see a sleeping Harry's arm dangling off the side of his bed.

He looked so cute sleeping. Even cuter than when he was awake.

Maybe cuter than…Eric? No. No one was cuter than Eric…unless.

She shook her head to rid herself of these disturbing thoughts, and glanced at his watch, carefully avoiding his face.

7:32

Nichole stretched, and slowly rose up, careful to be stealth, as not to wake Harry. She looked around the familiar room to compare it with her own which she was beginning to miss sorely.

Boys sure were messy.

Clothes, books, and paper alike were scattered everywhere, and the bird cage had bits of food in the bottom.

Nichole walked out the door, and prepared to head downstairs when-

CREAK

"Wha-heyyum, who? Wha? Ooo..nuhole don go dnstars. Muncle bernons probby upn heel feek."

"Huh? Ohhh. That's okay, I have an idea. Give me a few minutes and I'll be right back up."

Nichole grabbed a few papers she had worked on last night, along with her wand, and sweater, and dashed downstairs, remembering at the last moment to skip the last creaking step.

DING DONG

"Who the bloody hell is knocking at this hour. No consideration." Vernon Dursley was already in a thoroughly bad mood this morning, and the bloody postman or whoever the hell it was at the door was sure to get the brunt of it.

"Yes? What do you want at this time of day eh?" A young woman was standing on the doorstep holding a clipboard, dressed in a suit, holding a carpet bag. It looked to Vernon to be a scene out of Mary Poppins or something. The girl had below-the shoulder length blonde hair, but did not look old enough at all to be dressed the way she was. She sure as hell better not be soliciting for some bloody organization, he thought. Going around, begging for money like that. Absolutely preposterous.

"Good morning sir. Would you be Mr. Vernon Dursley?"

"I would be yes. And who might you be?" he grunted.

"I'm Miss Caligan from the Child Protective Services of Britain. I understand that you adopted a certain Harry James Potter about 14 years ago, correct?"

"Well, yes, but what might you be-"

"And I also understand that the boy now attends St. Brutus's Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys?" she said, glancing down at her clipboard.

"Yes! But what does that have to do with anything? How dare you invade our privacy like this! What the bloody hell does 'Child Protective Services' want with us? We've given the boy a roof over his head for 14 years, which is certainly more than the little leeching brat deserves! I will not tolerate a scheming little hussy like you butting into our lives. Off with you!"

The young woman did not look disturbed in the least, but pasted a stern look upon her pretty face and spoke, "That may be Mr. Dursley, but we have received various reports of strange and potentially violent happenings at your residence to do with the boy. It is standard procedure that these claims be investigated. I will be staying in your residence for a short period of time. If you have any questions, I am sure that these forms will answer them." She handed him the clipboard, gave a curt nod, and made her way into the house. "And I will be staying in the guest room. There will be no need for any special accommodations." As she made her way up the stairs, Vernon's mouth's remained gaping on its hinges.

"You did what?"

"I told him I was from Child Protective Services, and that I'd be staying here to investigate some 'claims of violence' for a little bit."

"You're serious? And he bought it? He didn't try to, like, knock you over or something?"

"Yep. Every word. And the worst he did was call me a 'scheming little hussy.'"

Harry snorted. "So how long do you think it'll be until they come to get us?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably only a day or two. They're probably worried I'm out country-hopping or something. I told Meghan not to say anything until Dumbledore asks though. However, until then, why don't we have some fun?"

Harry smiled. "Like what? Sorry, but I'm not allowed to do much around here."

"I know. But isn't Dudley such an ass? Don't you think it's about time he got what's coming to him? I, mean, we already took care of your aunt and uncle." She smiled mischievously. Nichole had never been so daring in her life. Perhaps it was because she already knew so much about Harry, that she didn't feel nervous around him. And Dudley really deserved to be knocked down a few notches.

Harry just stared at her. "Ok, whatever you say. You seem to have pretty good ideas anyway."

"Alright, I'll be back in about half an hour. There's a drugstore down the street right?"

"Ok."

"Oh, wait, Dudley's not gay is he?"

"Umm…not that I know of….why?"

She grinned. "You'll see."

Nichole did come back in half an hour. But Harry never would have guessed what she would be bringing back. She waltzed into his room at 9:35 sharp, carrying a plastic bag. When she dumped the contents on his bed, Harry nearly fell over with shock.

"Umm…well, that's nice…but what do these have to do with Dudley?" Swallow. Swallow. Breathe.

"Well, seeing how he's obviously not gay, this would be the perfect bait, no?" she said, raising an eyebrow, and picking up a copy of Busty Ladies.

"I…um…well, yes, I suppose. But…you got so many…and they let you?"

"Yes, well, it's amazing what pretending to be a cute little lesbian can do for you. I even got them for free. And I got a few, because, well, being, really, not a lesbian, I wouldn't know which one would be best."

"Huh…."he said, still staring at the many magazines sprawled on his bed.

She rolled her eyes. "Which cover appeals to you most? Come on, just concentrate for about five more minutes, I can do the rest, oh, and you can have the extras, I really have no use for them. Pick out two covers. And I need your Monster Book of Monsters."

Dudley Dursley was just waking up. It was 10:15 am, which was relatively early for him to be up. But he was hungry, and he might be able to sneak some food before his mother realized he was up.

He yawned, and stretched. Him and Pierce were going to go and have 'tea' this afternoon. This meant some good times ahead for him. Maybe they could bust the K-Mart today, the Drugstore was getting boring. Bloody hell, did he need a smoke.

But first, he needed to visit the men's room.

He waddled into the bathroom at the end of the hall. As he passed Harry's room, he swore he heard a girl's voice. He brushed it off as a hallucination because he was still not quite awake.

As he lifted up the seat, he glanced over toward the garbage can. Propped up in between the counter and the garbage can was…no way. Dad left one of his magazines in here! But wait…only Harry and him used this bathroom. Well, so I guess the freak wasn't gay after all.

Dudley bent down to pick up the magazine, hoping beyond hope that he was not still hallucinating. How the hell did Harry get his hands on stuff like anyway? He didn't even have any money, did he? Oh well, he'd just steal it. He'd have to storm Harry's room later to find his stash.

Dudley went to open the book when-

"OOOOOOOWWWWW! BLOODY HELL! GET THE FCK OFF ME! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!"

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch things that aren't yours. Especially not 'nasty Harry's'. You should know that by now. Here, give that to me."

Dudley could not speak, but merely swung his flapping arm in this strange girl's general direction. She released him from the biting magazine without another word, then turned to leave. Wait a second-who was she? There was a girl in the house? Since when?

"Uhhh…who are you?"

The girl turned around to face him. "Oh, I assumed the typical way to show gratification was to say thank you."

Dudley's mouth hung open as the being who could only be described as heavenly spoke. She was one of the most beautiful girls Dudley had ever seen in his life, and she was in his house. Man were the boys going to here a dramatized version of this.

"Excuse me, but should I assume that while you are so rudely staring at me that you are attempting to formulate a response?"

"Huh?"

"Answer me pervert!"

"Huh? What, you're a nice looking lady! Aren't I entitled to stare a bit?

SLAP

"I will not tolerate such behavior. As to your previous inquiry, I am Miss Caligan- to you that is, from Child Protective Services. I expect to be treated with respect while staying here." She stomped out of the bathroom.

Dudley sat there rubbing his face.What a bitch. A bitch, but a hot bitch. He'd rather look at her than dirty magazines any time.

Wait, Child Protective Services?

"I can't believe you've had to put up with them for so long. And I thought I was hard-done-by for having Gizzy as a little sister"

"Well, I'm kind of able to tune it out by now. It's better now though, they just ignore me. And Dudley's afraid I'll turn him into a pig, so he just steers clear of me. And now, well, I don't think he'll ever touch any of my stuff anymore either. You made sure of that."

"Yep. And he might even be more civilized around women too. I should have given him a good beating in the downstairs, then he might not forget his lesson so quickly."

Harry threw back his head and laughed. He looked so nice with a smile on his face. Nichole had been used to seeing a solemn look on his face in her dreams, and he hadn't been the most cheerful person she had met in real life. His hair was off his forehead, and Nichole could visibly see the scar on his face.

How could a person as horrible as that exist? Nichole had always assumed that no one was born evil. She wondered what could have possibly occurred in Voldemort's life to make him so heartless. What happened to Harry must have been horrible, and Nichole knew she could never forgive a man that could commit such terrible sins.

Nichole and Harry were sitting on the swings at the park near his house. They had talked about various speculations about Voldemort. Harry had told her more stories about Hogwarts, and she had shared her strange experiences of the summer. The thing that had interested her the most, however, was the subject of Quidditch. Flying broomsticks were not supposed to even exist, and the fact that there was an entire sport played on them, awed her. Nichole had participated in dance since she was three, especially ballet. No other sports had previously appealed to her, but Quidditch actually sounded interesting. She hoped to maybe try it out once they got to Hogwarts in the fall.

"Well, there's Dudley, we'd better go. I don't need any more sod from the Dursleys."

"I guess. Hey, who are those boys he's with? They don't look very nice…"

"Oh, probably just his gang of thugs. I can't wait until I'm 17. Then they'll get what's been coming to them their whole lives."

"I say we give them an appetizer now."

"But I'm not-"

"Yes, that may be, but I, on the other hand am allowed to perform magic in order to advance my 'studies'. So let's just call this and extra-curricular experiment." she said, giggling.

"Well, you're just a bowl full of trouble aren't you? Do you know the Bat-Bogey hex? That's a good one. It'll really freak them out."

"Yes, but if we used magic so obviously, they'd need their memories modified, wouldn't they? Muggles aren't supposed to know about magic."

"That's true. But how are we supposed to use magic without them knowing?"

"Oh, well, Fred and George gave me a stash of their experimental merchandise as a welcoming gift. I say it's time we used some of it. Dudley fell for it last time, didn't her?"

"Yeah, but he's probably not so stupid to do it again. And besides, those things say Weasley's Wizard Wheezes on them. I think he might pick that up."

"So this should do the trick." Nichole pulled out her wand and gave the bag of candies a good poke.

"That's pretty neat. We should try that on Crabbe and Goyle this year." The candies now resembled a bunch of cigarettes. "Dudley absolutely reeked of smoke this morning. I can only assume the same is true for the rest of them." Nichole stuffed it into her pocket as they opened the gate to the park. She could see Dudley. He looked like a great dark mound. Nichole was now starting to have second thoughts, however, about what she was about to do. If they found out what she did, well, she didn't want to know what these humungous boys might try and pull.

But you have magic. Stand up for poor Harry who has been pushed around all these years. Don't turn back now.

Harry and Nichole crouched behind a bunch of bushes, and left the bag sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. Now, they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And then she heard the distant shouts from back down the road.

"Hey look guys! Some idiot dropped this!"

"Sweet!"

Nichole wondered how long it would be until they realized that those cigarettes were just a little different than the usual kind. Unfortunately, a twig snapped under Harry's foot. Before Nichole could duck her head down, Dudley had looked up and spotted her gigantic mound of hair protruding above the bushes. He made up some sort of excuse to leave his friends, and marched over to the bushes.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Potter?"

Nichole interrupted, "I was just interviewing Harry about his childhood actually. He told me some pretty interesting things. Do you have anything you might want to add Dudley?"

Dudley was silent.

"In the bushes? You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with those fags laying on the sidewalk just now, would you?"

"Anything? Anything at all?"

"Well-I don't know whatever he told you was probably lies. Do you know he's threatened me before? Do you know that he does-he does-weird stuff."

"Threatened you? Oh my, how do you mean?"

Silence

Nichole could tell that Harry was obviously enjoying watching Dudley struggle. After Dudley's friends had left, they jumped up and turned down an alleyway off Magnolia Crescent.

"Geez, it sure is chilly in England. And I thought we had shity summers." Nichole wrapped her arms around herself. She should have brought a sweater. Like that wool sweater mom had knitted her for last Christmas.

Mom.

Gizzy.

Had she really done the right thing leaving them?

Nichole's head was suddenly filled with shouting. She didn't understand, she wasn't dreaming, and she wasn't looking into anyone's eyes. How come her head was suddenly filled with shouting that…sounded…familiar?

Had she heard this before?

She could hear her mother screaming in terror. it seemed strange that Nichole could never remember this before.

"Barbra, take Nicky and run! I'll be fine!"

"Micheal!"

Suddenly a man in a mask appeared in front of Nichole's mother. He spoke in a cold voice. Nichole could see a small wisp of blonde-almost white hair escape from beneath the mask. Cold blue eyes bore into hers as he spoke. "Give me the child!"

"No! Leave me alone! What do you want to take her for?"

"You know very well that the child stands in the way of the path of the Dark Lord. Give me the child or harm shall come to the other one whom you love!"

"No! I'll never let you have Nichole! You'll never get her from me as long as I'm alive!"

"So be it then. Crucio!"

The man across the street screamed in agony as the curse hit him.

Nichole's head was throbbing. And why was it so cold? Nichole could see her breath forming mist in front of her.

Suddenly Dudley spoke. Nichole had not been paying attention to her surroundings, and suddenly noticed that Harry had his own wand out."Hey put that thing away! Don't point that thing at me! You're not allowed to do magic outside of that freak school of yours! Hey stop it! What're you d-doing?"

Nichole was jerked back to reality. She could see a hooded figure drifting towards them.

Nichole's stomach seemed to drop from her body. She had seen this scene before, in a dream. This was the second time now! It couldn't still be just a coincidence, could it?

Nichole shut her eyes tight, and shook her head.

She willed the cloaked figures to disappear.

But no. When she opened her eyes they were still there.

"No! Dudley, you're running right into it!"

Nichole looked over to see Dudley waddling blindly in the direction of the beast. The thing lowered it's face towards Dudley's.

Nichole pulled out her wand, but for once, her mind was completely blank. She couldn't think of one curse to use. And her mind was still numb from the constant screaming of her mother.

Miss Caligan, I believe that you have a very special gift. This gift you will learn to use properly in time, although you will find it no doubt both a curse and a blessing.

She wiped the tears off her eyes, and sighed. I could now officially be said that Nichole Caligan was anything but normal. Nichole Caligan could see the future. Suddenly, a voice filled her head. It was a woman's voice that sounded old and tired, though Nichole did not recognize it.

"The future is built one step at a time. Nothing is set in stone. Your gift, my daughter, is to see man's error, and affect change. Have faith, yet use your gift wisely, lest you meddle and bring upon others what was not meant to be. You can affect change for the better or for the worse. That, is for you to decide."

Nichole's eyes widened and she stared up at the heavens which had briefly lightened up

Nichole knew what to do. She didn't know how, but she knew. She summoned all her strength.

She reflected back to her dream. She could clearly remember Harry saying the words 'Expecto Patronum' before the stag had been released to destroy the beasts.

Nichole took a deep breath, and felt her wand's power surge through her. Harry had drawn his wand and was facing the hooded beast. But before he had a chance to speak, Nichole yelled, as loud as she could. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

From the tip of her wand, a bird flew forth. It shattered the beasts before dissolving into thin air.

The sky returned to normal. And there was no more beast, and no more raven for that matter.

I can change the future. Nichole felt such a shock at this thought that she suddenly felt very weak.

The stars faded to black, and Nichole's eyelid's felt very heavy. Every bone in her body ached. The feeling was ten times worse than when she woke up after having had the visions.

The last thing she remembered was staring up into Harry's shocked face.

A/N: Did you like it? Did you like it? Please drop me a line so I know your opinion! There you go, Harry got his wand back, Nichole has begun to develop both her personal and magical skills. Did you guys like the pranks? I thought of them all by myself!