When Heather returned from over hearing the conversation about her, and Harry, she understood completely to what might be going on. She got a clean new piece of paper out of her with dresser drawer, and threw away the letter she was going to mail, and started to write:
Hi.
Guys, you got to get me out of here!!! Mrs. Malfoy just about suffocated me with her fake boobs! UK!!
And then Mr. Malfoy wants me to call me sir, and it is DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!! Then Draco basically takes the role of my older brother, but also give me the cold shoulder. Then when I was walking down the corridor, I saw a huge statue of Draco, that had way to big of muscles! O MY GOODNESS I THINK I AM GOING TO GO NUTS!! And the,..
"Who are you writing to Heather?" said a Mr. Malfoy, ripping the paper away from her. Heather went to grab it, but then Mr. Malfoy hit her across the face!"Maybe that will teach you a lesson, then to insult your superiors!"
"If I may add, but you are not better then I am . Your more on the bad side if you ask me."Then Malfoy pulled her up by her shirt, to talk to her face to face.
"If you ever insult me again, there is a possibility you may never spend one more night in this house, even know my wife wants this pour, helpless person!" The Heather took her hand, clutching her hand as hard as possible, making her knuckles turn white, and then snapped her hand so hard across Mr. Malfoy's face, it completely knocked him to the floor, unconscious. She got up very fast, packed all of her stuff, as quickly as possible. Grabbing al of her belongings. When she was done, she went down stairs, and went out into the cold frosted air. She ran as quickly as possible to the next town. When she go there, she found a local pub, and went in.
"Excuse me, but is there any way I could get a ride to the London Train Station?" to the man behind the counter.
"Well, there is a man over there that might provide transportation. Ask him, he might give you a lift." said the man. She turned, and saw a black hair, dirty man sitting at the table in the farthest corner.
"Excuse me, are you going towards London by chance, because I need to get back to Hogwarts." When she said this, she knew she was in a wizard town.
"Well, I'll take you to the train statio,..." When he lifted his head to look at Heather, he just starred at her. Like he recognized her. He just kept looking at her, not blinking, not a move, he looking right into her eyes.
"What?"
"Um,..O,.. Sorry, you just remind me of someone."
"Who?"
"A women I used to know."
"Who?"
"She is dead, it does not matter."
"O,...sorry."
"Well, will you be ready in, about a half hour?"
"Um, yeah, sure." So Heather just walked around the village. Going into shops, candy stores, ans also bought ice for her face. Sh could not believe he hit her. Yeah, she know he did not like her from the beginning, but still. When Heather made her way to the pub after a half hour, she walked out, and...
"There you are you little BRAT! YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO HIT ME! YOU ARE COMING WI..." Just then a huge black dog knocked him over, hovering over him, growling, and showing sharp teeth that could just tear him to bits. The dog got off him, and herded him like sheep toward his house, then ran for it. Was it a dream, did a dog just take down Mr. Malfoy?
"Creepy" whispered Heather.
Then the creepy man from the pub walked out , were to dog went.."Well, are you ready?"
"O,..yeah."She gathered her belonging, and headed for a baby blue car. He grabbed her stuff, and she got in the back seat, and they drove away. The ride was long. They rode for three days. Only stopping three times to eat. He rested for about two hours. When they were driving, Heather finally asked him.
"Who did I remind you of?"
"An old friend."
"How did I remind you of your friend?"\
"Your eyes."
"What is your name?"
"None of your business."
"O"
"O what?"
"Does that mean you are some type of killer or something?"
"NO! JUST SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO SLEEP!" Heather went back to sleep. While she was sleeping, she had another dream.
"No, don't taker her, she is a friends child, I am taking care of her, just let me talk to Dumbledor, he will understand! Please! "
"No. You are under arrest for kill those muggle, and Peter Petegrew."
"I did not kill them just let me talk to Dumbledor! No, no, let me go, Heather!"
Heather awoke, there was the green flash again, wondering? What on earth did that dream mean? When she woke up, they were just pulling into a dinner.
"Can you get me a burger, I don't want to go in" said the man, giving her money.
"Why, don't you want to,.."
"JUST, do it, please."
"Okay." She went in, went to the bathroom, washed her face, and arms, and legs, and ordered the food, and left. When they were eating they entered London.
"Were in London already?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I don't know, just asking."
"The next train does not leave till tomorrow, so here is some money to get a hotel room over there, Okay?"
"Sure."
"Good, I need a nap." Then he walked away. Where was he staying?. Heather recognized to were she was. She was in Diagon Alley. She was finally home. Or close to it. She shopped a little, and then headed up to her room. It was, okay. It was dusty, and a little dirty, but she did not care. She went straight to bed.
When she awoke the next morning, she got a nice warm shower, changed her cloths.
When she walked to ward the station, there was the creepy man.
"Here is some money, to pay you for the ride."
"Thanks, but I don't need it."
"Well, at least take some of it."
"Fine"
"So, will you always be mystery man who gave me a lift here, or will you tell me your name?"
"Well, just remember me as, well, just call me,.."
"What"
", call me Padfoot."
"Padfoot, okay, well thank you Padfoot." said Heather shaking his hand and leaving.