AN: I'm not sure if I should rate this Mature or not just for a few scenes scattered around here and there and some violence in this chapter, but just to be on the safe side, I will.
Chapter 4: The "M" word
The mother of all misfortune seemed to have fallen down on the quartet the following days. Neville had received not one but two troll grades in Potions and had blown up a number of three caldrons which seems to please Snape very much, since he gave the poor boy a month's worth of detention.
Heidi had finally escaped the hospital wing only to knock head first into one Colin Creevey, who was apparently a big fan (though he was Muggle-born and knew shit about Voldemort or his cronies), and she had the pleasure of bumping into Lockhart when Colin had asked for a signed photograph.
"Let me just say that handing out signed pictures at this stage of your career isn't sensible — looks a tad bigheaded, Heidi, to be frank. There may well come a time when, like me, you'll need to keep a stack handy wherever you go, but" — he gave a little chortle — "I don't think you're quite there yet."
Heidi had never in her life wanted to punch anyone more then Lockhart; and the DADA class she had with him that Friday did nothing to improve her low opinion of the teacher.
Diana, on the other hand, was dealing with more prominent issues (for her at lest), like Hermione's crush on not just Lockhart, but Ron Weasley as well. The red head was desperately trying to keep her bushy haired friend far away from both men, which, in her opinion, were not qualified to dating her friend.
Lets not forget that the whole ordeal of Colin Creevey following her around all day had led to numerous fights with her boyfriend who wanted nothing more then to hex the living daylight out of the first year. And her personal favorite: Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin in Draco's year, who apparently had a crush on Draco, had tried threatening her into leaving the blond.
"I don't know what Draco sees in you, you filthy little half-blood!" Pansy snarled one morning when she bumped into Diana and her group. The pug-faced girl was accompanied by a black boy with curly hair and a black-haired girl who had a heavy jaw that jutted out in an aggressive fashion.
Diana took one look at her and said in a patronizing tone, "I definitely know what he doesn't see in you!"
"Diana, don't waste your time with her," Hermione said and started dragging the red head towards their class.
"No one asked you, you filthy little Mudblood!" sneered the heavy jawed girl from beside Pansy.
"How dare you!" Neville yelled indignantly.
Heidi's wand was in her hands before Neville had stopped speaking. "Take that back!" she hissed threateningly at the girl in front who took a slight step back at the sharp tone the other girl used.
"Put that down, half-blood or else I'll report you!" shrieked Pansy in a high pitched voice when she saw Neville and Diana draw their wands as well.
The heavy jawed girl took out her wand and prompted Pansy to do the same. The curly haired black boy gave a frustrated sigh when Pansy removed her wand from her pocket and took his own out begrudgingly.
"Blaize! Bulstrode! Pansy! What do you think you're doing?" Draco Malfoy came skidding down the corridor followed closely by his two cronies Crabbe and Goyle. "Put those down, right now!" he grabbed a hold of Blaize's wand and lowered it to the ground. One pointed look in Bulstrode's direction had the girl's wand lowered too. "Pansy!"
"She goes first!" Pansy said and motioned towards Diana who still had her wand pointed straight at Pansy's face.
Draco sighed in annoyance and stepped between the two girls' pointed wands and lowered them to the ground; he then swung his arm around Diana's shoulder and guided her from Pansy's general direction. Heidi, Hermione and Neville turned to follow them while Crabbe and Goyle staid behind. Diana turned to smirk triumphantly in Pansy's angry face then kissed the blond on the cheek, who flushed slightly.
Hermione had been quite curious about the whole Mudblood term and nearly had a fit when she found out what it meant. From that day onward, war was declared between the two Slytherin girls and the three Gryffindor ones; Parvati and Lavender were soon to join the fight, and bring Parvati's Ravenclaw sister, Padma, in as well; so, as per expected, Potions was torture that Friday for one Severus Snape.
Diana, who usually refused to work in Potions, had teamed up with none other then Draco Malfoy for the class, much to the Gryffindors' and Slytherins' surprise. She had purposely seated herself right behind Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode and had spent most of the hour tickling the girls or pushing them around, so, by the end of the class, it wasn't surprising when their caldron went BOOM. Draco had dutifully worked on their Potion, while trying to stop his demented girlfriend from doing any damaged to his housemates and failed dramatically (needless to say his Potion didn't look so good by the end of the class).
Snape as always turned a blind eye to Diana's behavior much to the Slytherins' dislike and the Gryffindors' delight, since Snape actually reprimanded the two for their blown up caldron. He did however pair up Neville with Lavender Brown who ended up blowing two caldrons in one class and loosing the Gryffindors a total of 35 house-points; plus he and Lavender were sent to the hospital wing with minor burns on their face and hands.
After that disastrous start of term, the quartet was glad the weekend finally caught up to them and had planed the previous day to go visit Hagrid and Diana had a little date planed out with Draco that afternoon. Unfortunately Wood arrived to spoil their fun.
Heidi was woken up hours earlier then she normally would have by a drowsy looking Angelina Johnson.
"Wood wants to start Quidditch practice," the chocolate faced girl said while stiffening a yawn.
And Heidi remembered why she started hating McGonagall in the first place. "Just a few more minutes," Heidi whined.
"Sorry!" Angelina threw the cover off of her, leaving the green eyed girl exposed to the chilling air of the morning. "I don't like this any more then you do, but Wood is going to start screaming downstairs and wake the whole house if we're not down in five minutes."
"Curse you Oliver Wood!" Heidi swore as she angrily rose from her bed.
The racket Heidi caused while getting dressed woke Hermione and Diana as well.
"Why're u up soearly?" asked Diana still half snoring.
"Quidditch practice," Heidi answered. Diana seemed to suddenly remember something as she sat bolt up right and shouted at the other still sleeping girls.
"UP! We have coir rehearsal in two hours!" She hasted off her bed and shock Parvati and Lavender roughly who woke up with a start.
"Diana! Two hours!" Lavender reminded her after looking at the clock.
"So? We have to wash, put on our make-up, go to the great hall and eat and make it on time for the rehearsal, and god knows you two take hours in the bathroom!"
"Oh, yeah!" Parvati nodded and rushed to her trunk to pick up her things. "I'm first!" she said and darted pass Heidi who exited the bathroom dressed in her Quidditch robes.
"I will never stop thinking this thing is the most ridiculous suit on earth," she said scowling at her Quidditch robes.
"Is not," said Angelina with a slight chuckle.
"I'm coming with you," Hermione said, all dressed up in a neckband creamy top with white colored Capri pants and a matching white jacket. Lavender and Diana had styled her hair in neat curls and were now working on her make-up.
"Wow," Heidi said smiling approvingly at her.
"You look gorgeous," commented Angelina.
"Thanks," said a very flushed Hermione.
"Now all we have to get you is a date!" squeaked Lavender.
"You're ready to go, milady," Diana said in a pleasant tone.
Hermione nodded her head and jumped out of the bed on which she was seated and dashed out of the room faster then you could say Quidditch, with Heidi and Angelina running to catch up to her.
"Why are you so stubbornly obsessed with avoiding those three?" Heidi shouted after her. "It's not like they don't do a good job at styling you up."
"Because it isn't any fun! Having someone else fuss over you and try to make you wear something you don't want to isn't fun!" Hermione answered vexed.
"Oh, come on! You'd look good in a dress! Even a skirt!" Heidi assured.
"Yes, why don't you try wearing one of those?" asked Angelina.
"I am not wearing a skirt!" Hermione snapped at them.
"You know our school uniforms are made of a black knee length skirt, a white shirt and a black overcoat, right?" Heidi asked in a skeptic tone.
"I'm still not wearing skirts!" Hermione said stubbornly.
"Whatever you say girl," Heidi shock her head.
"Heidi, Hermione, wait for me!" Neville came galloping down the portrait hole.
"You're up for Quidditch this early in the morning?" asked Heidi in wonder.
"Actually Ron's snores woke me up, and I was thinking you guys were going down for breakfast," the boy answered when he caught up to them. "I wouldn't mind watching you play, though. Then we can all go to breakfast!"
"Not a chance," Angelina said in a grumpy tone. "Knowing Wood, he's gonna keep us there till lunch!"
"Then can you and Hermione go and grab us something to eat, Neville?" asked Heidi.
"Sure," Neville nodded; then he and Hermione went into the great hall while Heidi and Angelina walked out the front oak doors and onto the castle grounds.
At long last the two girls finally reached the Quidditch pitch and headed for the locker room where the rest of the team was gathered. The start of the Quidditch season was hell, and especially since Wood was their team captain. The sixth year had apparently no life of his own and spent all his time drawing out three whole boards of strategic movements and all the other mumbo-jumbo to which no one paid much attention. Fred dropped his head in Alicia's lap who was sound asleep since Heidi walked in, while Katy was leaning on Angelina who in terms was drooling on George's shoulder who kept mumbling from time to time about his mother or something.
Heidi found herself wishing she was with Hermione and Neville in the great hall, or at lest with Diana and her two other loud friends heading to professor Flitwick's class, either of those would be more interesting then hearing Wood drone on and on about his stupid game strategy that no one showed the slight amount of interest in. Her eyes slowly began to close as Wood's fuzzy image became dimmer and dimmer, till only darkness remained.
She felt her head lying on something hard and her eyes closed, for some reason, she didn't feel like opening them. A soft fluttering noise could be heard from above coming closer and closer…
A minor tingling sensation settled on her skin as a wave of dark aura descended upon her making her giggle slightly; then a moist, soft substance brushed over her mouth as a pair of demanding lip crashed onto hers and enveloped them in a searing kiss. Her brain stopped working properly upon the contact as she responded to the demanding being with equal vigor. A slight amount of silver liquid made its way pass her lips as their mouths crashed against each other. Her lips slowly parted and the tongue of the other slipped inside her mouth along with a good amount of the silver substance, which trailed softly down her tongue and up her throat. The bittersweet taste of copper mashed with cold ice and some other essence flooded her mouth as her tongue waltzed around that of the other's dominant one.
"Is that clear? Any questions?" The voice of Oliver Wood brought Heidi back to reality. She franticly looked around searching for the cloaked figure she had met in the forest and visibly relaxed when she saw she was in the Quidditch locker room surrounded by all her team mates who were looking at Wood as if he were not there.
"I've got a question, Oliver," said George. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?"
Wood wasn't pleased and proceeded to glower some random stuff about them and their Quidditch practice while Heidi tried to clear her head by shaking it furiously from one side to the other. She could not believe she'd just dreamt of kissing Voldemort. Maybe her sister was right; maybe she did have to get herself a boyfriend, at least to wash up the bad taste of kissing a murdered out of her mouth.
"Okay, let's go and put our new theories into practice!" Wood shouted and seized his broom. Heidi, immensely glad for the distraction, was the first one to follow him out onto the pitch.
"Aren't you finished yet?" came Neville's voice from somewhere above. Heidi lifted her head up and caught a glimpse of two figures sitting on the Quidditch stands.
"Haven't even started," she yelled and waved at Hermione and Neville, who were holding up a plate of sandwiches and a jar of marmalade.
"Don't take too long," said Hermione as she pointed at the pile of food they had brought.
Heidi smiled gratefully at them and mounted her broom.
You had to hand it to these wizards; they could create one of the most ridiculous games on earth; but it didn't mean it wasn't fun, far from it, Heidi quite frankly enjoyed the feel of freedom that always accompanied her when she was on a broom (not that she thought it was any less ridiculous, but she could live with that), and the adrenaline that came with it as the wind blew sturdily into her face, making her hair and cloths billow behind her. She started racing Fred and George around the pitch at full speed, and while the other two reproved her for having a faster broom, Wood started shouting at them for messing around.
"What's that funny clicking noise?" called Fred as they hurtled around a corner.
Heidi looked up in the stands and saw Colin Creevey in one of the highest seats, his camera raised high and taking picture after picture.
"Look this way, Heidi! This way!" he cried shrilly.
Heidi's blood reached boiling point when she realized that the nagging little pipsqueak had taken pictures of her on a stupid broom and she rocketed towards the first year like an enraged bull.
She didn't hear George commenting on the fact that the Slytherin team was here as she hurtled the camera out of the boy's hands and smashed it on the ground.
"You are NOT to take pictures of me again!" she hissed threateningly at the first year who was cowering in fright before her.
"Flint!" She heard Wood's voice from down below and swooped towards her teammates, which where gather on the ground together with the Slytherin team. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"
"Plenty of room for all of us, Wood." replied the Slytherin captain.
"Actually, there isn't!" said Heidi acidly.
"But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "I booked it!"
"Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker'. "
"You've got a new Seeker?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?"
From behind the hoard of mountain troll players emerged a seventh person with such a huge grin on his pointed face that it could well enough rival Lockhart's all teeth smile.
"Draco?! You play Quidditch?" asked Heidi taken aback.
"Of course I do!" said the blond proudly. "Don't you remember first year?"
"Are you referring to that part were I almost knocked you off your broom?" Heidi asked sweetly.
"Almost is the key word here," replied Draco in an offended tone.
"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike.
"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the assembled Slytherins smiled more broadly. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."
They pulled out their broomsticks. Seven sets of highly polished, gold lustrous brooms entitled Nimbus 2001 gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the bright morning light.
"Very latest model. Only came out last month," said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. "I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps" — he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives —" sweeps the board with them."
"Hmm," Heidi nodded looking truly impressed. "Nice!" she complimented. "Now your beaters are going to get to clean you off the board faster then they did last year," she smiled sweetly at him. The other Gryffindors couldn't help but laugh despite the fact that it wasn't anything funny about the whole ordeal.
Flint's fists clenched into rocks. "Or maybe they'll have a better chance at getting you out of the air this time," he snarled.
"Keep on wishing Flinty boy," countered Heidi cheerily. "Maybe something will fall out of the sky and hit me across the head while I'm playing, you know, just like your broomsticks did."
"What's happening?" Hermione asked as she hurried towards Heidi.
"Why aren't you playing?" asked Neville. "And what's Malfoy doing here?"
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Longbottom," said Malfoy, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."
Neville gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him.
"Good, aren't they?" said Draco smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."
The Slytherin team howled with laughter.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent."
Draco had no idea where his head was when he said the following phrase, but he would come to regret it for the rest of his life: "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.
The people in the surrounding area didn't even have time to process what the blond had said, when a fist collided with his nose and sent him spinning towards the ground faster then Flint could react him and break his fall.
Fred and George dove towards Malfoy's fallen form while Flint lunge himself in front of the blond. Heidi kicked one of the Slytherin beaters who were trying to restrain her in the gut and flung the next one three feet away with a blasting hex, then she smashed her foot straight into Draco's stomach. Then she crouched down, grabbing the blond roughly by the collar and brought his face just inches from hers. The sound that came out of her mouth was anything but human; it sounded like a strange combination between Parseltongue and a wolf's low growl.
"Don't think that being my sister's boyfriend gives you the right to insult my friends, 'cause you might not live to tell the tale!" She roughly dumped Draco onto the ground after giving him one last nasty snarl and turned towards the rest of the students who were still engulfed in a confrontation of sorts.
"I think you might have chosen a bad day for practice Flint," Heidi called out to the Slytherin captain. "Three of your players are down." She pointed at the two beaters and Draco whose face was a bloody mess.
"You got bested by a GIRL?!" Flint screeched in outrage. "The three of you! You're useless," he shock his head truly disappointed then motioned for the other players to help him carry the wounded back to the castle. He came up towards Draco and briskly pulled him up with one hand and with the other he clutched a firm grip on Heidi's arm and pulled her towards him.
"Don't think this is over yet girly!" he snarled portentously.
"Bring it on, Flinty!" Heidi smirked malevolently at the troll of a boy and yanked her arm from his grip. They stood glaring reproachfully at one another for a full minute up until the other three Slytherins were ready to leave. Flint shot Heidi one last hateful glare then spun on his heals and dashed towards the castle with Draco trailing clumsily behind him.
"Heidi!" Hermione's bossy voice made the girl turn towards her.
"What?" she asked, looking confused at the angry face of her curly-haired friend.
"You didn't have to beat them up! What if they tell Dumbledore?" Hermione said looking critically at her.
"Yeah, right," Heidi snorted. "And admit they got beaten up by a girl, I don't think so," she waved a dismissive hand.
"They would if they can cause trouble for the Gryffindor team," Wood said angrily. "They could ban you from playing!" he added heatedly.
Heidi personally thought it would be worth getting banned if she got to beat Malfoy to a pulp, but she couldn't tell Wood that, now, could she? "Sorry captain," she apologized. "But I still think there's little chance of that happening. Now, are we gonna play some Quidditch or what?" she said with a mischievous grin spread on her pretty face as she mounted her broom and kicked off the ground.
"But Flint got permission from Snape!" protested Wood.
"But Flint and his team aren't fit to play! So, why waste a good training ground if a certain team is unable to play?" Heidi asked reasonably.
"She's right you know," Fred was quick to agree.
"Yeah, you woke us up at five in the bloody morning!" George protested.
"We can't let that go to waste!" Fred continued.
"Yeah, they have better brooms then us!" pointed out George.
"Come on Oliver! Its not like we're doing anything bad!" said Katy.
"Well, I suppose you're right," Wood admitted though a bit reluctant. He spent a good half-a-second pondering over the issue and then boomed in his commanding voice: "Ok team, move out!"
There was a cheer of approval as the Gryffindor team mounted their respective brooms and soared up into the sky, the Quaffle and Bluggers securely held in their hands.
"Herms, do you want a ride on my broom?" Heidi came hovering besides Hermione, an apologetic smile spread on her cute face.
"No, I'd much rather keep my feet on the ground, thank you very much," the girl replied in her usual bossy tone.
"Don't take what that git said to heart," Neville came up to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Hermione sighed and said in a sad tone: "Don't worry about me, I definitely know I'm worth more then that Malfoy prat; I'm rather worried about what Diana will do when she catches wind of this."
Heidi's face contorted into a sinister smile and the tone she used to speak the next words was anything but reassuring: "Don't worry; I'm sure he'll survive…probably."
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If Draco thought that Heidi's punch had been hard, that was nothing compared to the beating and cursing Diana did when she caught up with him.
"How DARE YOU!" had been the only warning before the first spell had struck home, and lung Draco face first into the front wall. The next half an hour had been pure torture, and he wasn't then only casualty that had resulted from their breaking-up fight, (though he was among the worse). Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, all ended up in the hospital wing, while trying to shield him from the raging hippogriff. Diana however, showed no mercy and thrashed the four Slytherins to a pulp while spitting insults their way all through the process, she only stopped because Snape forcefully tore her away from the scruffy kids and for once in his life he punished her.
"That's quite enough, young lady!" the Potions master growled and picked the still struggling girls up in his arms and brought her to his office.
"DETENTION! Sunday night, my office! And if you aggravate my students again, I will take this up to the Headmaster!" those had been the parting words that Snape and Diana shared before the red head stormed out of the office, looking positively murderous.
The detention turned out to be helping Lockhart answer his fan mail. Diana swore she'd kill Draco when she heard the news and kept cursing gracelessly all the way to Lockhart's office on the second floor. She gritted her teeth and banged on the door three times with her folded fist.
The door flew open at once and out stepped a beaming Lockhart, who lost his smile the moment he laid eyes on the fuming girl, though it magically reappeared in the next second.
"Ah, here's the scalawag!" he said. "Come in, Missis Potter, come in —"
The room was, unsurprisingly, cramped with pictures of Lockhart beaming broadly at himself, some were even signed, and more of them seemed to crowd his desk, where a single lid candle stood accompanied by a few quills and two bottles of ink.
"You can address the envelopes!" Lockhart told Diana, as though this was a huge treat.
"This first one's to Gladys Gudgeon, bless her — huge fan of mine —"
The hours actually flew by as Diana took absolutely no interest in the task at hand and spent most of her time cooking up gruesome ways in which Draco Malfoy would meat his perfectly-timed demise. Diana was actually using the anger towards the boy as an excuse to delay the unanticipated regret that she knew she'd feel because of the much too soon breakup. In fact, she was dreading the moment when she'd not have a reason to hate the boy and then stumble over the fact that she actually liked him. She really did! But as men put it, bros-before-hoes, and that rule applied to her too; plus it was his bloody fault that this whole ordeal took place! Yes, it was his fault! And she'd be alright hating him rather then crying because she lost one hell of a hot guy! Seriously, where was she gonna find someone like that again?!
She felt her eyes watering slightly at the thought and tried her hardest to contain her tear; after all, she didn't want Lockhart seeing her when she was so vulnerable. She needn't have bothered seeing as Lockhart was to preoccupied with some random fan and his never-ending rants rather then pay attention to her, so Diana turned her head away from him and discretely wiped at her slightly damp eyes.
Then a sudden whisper resounded in the room; a cold, blood thirsty voice that made her heart skip several beets.
"Come… come to me… Let me rip you... Let me tear you... Let me kill you…"
She frantically looked around, trying to identify the speaker, but there was no one in the room besides herself and Lockhart, who seemed unfazed by what the horrible voice had said.
"Excuse me, professor," Diana turned to Lockhart and said in a slightly trembling voice. "Did you hear something?" her eyes still kept wondering around the room looking madly for anything that could have produced that terrible voice, but she found nothing.
"Something?" asked Lockhart puzzled.
"A voice, just now, I heard a voice," Diana said.
"What are you talking about, my dear girl? Perhaps you're getting a little drowsy? Great Scott — look at the time! We've been here nearly four hours! I'd never have believed it — the time's flown, hasn't it?"
Diana didn't hear a word that came out of Lockhart's mouth as she was squinting her ears in hope of getting another glimpse of the voice she had early hear, and didn't even notice when Lockhart guided her towards the door up until it shut with a bang behind her.
Diana hastily made her way toward Gryffindor tower, anxiously looking around the corner and double checking that no one was following her.
Neville, Hermione and Heidi were the only people left in the common room, and neither seemed wide-awake. Neville was balled up on an armchair and drooling on one of the fluffy pillows, which was stuffed under his head, Heidi was spread on the couch with her head lying loosely in Hermione's lap who was dozing off, her head bowed in an awkward position.
"You didn't have to wait up for me," Diana said, but there was a grateful smile wide spread on her face.
"You would have cried like a baby if we hadn't," Heidi said in a sleep-filled tone.
"Well, I'm glad that you're awake, because I've got news for you," Diana said slipping on the couch next to her sister, Neville soon joined them and Diana launched into the story of what had happened in Lockhart's office.
"So, Lockhart didn't hear anything?" asked Neville slightly perplexed. Diana shuck her head.
"Hmm, I wonder if this has anything to do with the bad things that were supposed to happen at Hogwarts?" mussed Heidi.
"Could be, but it could have also been a trick of the mind. You said that you were thinking about how to kill Draco," said Hermione reasonably.
"Honestly, I don't think that was my inner voice talking to me," Diana said stiffly.
"Well, as long as nothing happened, who cares," said Neville. "Let's worry about it in the morning when we're all up and going."
Hermione nodded sleepily.
"Alright," conceded Diana in a tired voice. The girls bid Neville good night and headed off to bed.
That night Diana dreamt about a frightening monster that was trying to rip Lockhart's head into tiny bits, and the bumbling idiot didn't seem to notice it. Not even when he was hoisted up into its mouth and swallowed hole did he give as much as a squeak of distress.
The monster took the shape of Severus Snape who was holding two cute puppies right above a boiling caldron. An evil sort of grin spared on his face as the puppies squirmed in his clutches. Diana was paralyzed with fear and kept begging Snape to let the puppies loose, but the dream-Snape just sneered un-compassionately at her and dropped the puppies into the bole of sweltering water.
A hand spread out and caught the puppies before they could hit the surface of the water and lowered them unscratched on the solid ground. Diana looked in daze as a handsome prince with golden hair and misty blue eyes defeated dream-Snape and came striding on his white-winged horse towards her and held out a hand. Diana rushed off with the prince to live happily ever after in his beautiful castle while Heidi was engulfed in on of her own dreams.
A dream about a dark and eerie forest in which a hooded figure was kissing her roughly and whispering possessively in her ear: "Mine! You're mine!"