"Oh good, you're finally awake." Louisa said when she saw Harry had opened his eyes.
"Yeah, what happened?" He asked putting his hand up to his head feeling his head encased in bandages.
"Cracked skull, but don't worry, I mended it in a moment. Quite the fall you had. Mira's quick thinking certainly helped though."
"Mira? What do you mean?"
"She was the one that slowed your descent to the ground. It happened so fast, you see, that even the teachers were slow to react. You do seem to get hurt a lot, Harry." She came over checking his head.
"Yeah, comes with the territory," he said sighing, "Madam Pomfrey gone again?"
"Yes," she sighed. "They're keeping it out of the Daily Prophet, how many people are getting hurt. St. Mungo's is really busy these days. Poppy hates to leave everyone alone here, but fortunately I can be, even if it means being pulled out of class sometimes. I'm still learning loads more than I would normally."
"Keeping up with your classes then?"
"Yes, the teacher's are giving me extra material with how it pertains to studying healing. Professor Hagrid got me a book for Christmas detailing the different diseases that certain magical creatures can inflict and all about their anatomies. It's a really fascinating read. Professor Snape has me studying all sorts of things pertaining to the Dark Arts and the ways I can counteract spells, charms, and all sorts of things thrown at us. All the teachers are trying to work together to help me. I think it's because they know that I'm the only immediate help they have right now and want me to be prepared."
"That's great. Don't they have a healer in Hogsmeade, though?"
"He was killed by Death Eaters." She told him a little sadly. "The villagers know they can come here for emergencies, but are really good about going to other healers further from home for the less urgent care."
He nodded, but tried to stay still as she examined his head to make sure everything was all right. "Do you know how the Quidditch game turned out?"
"I do. Hufflepuff won, but it wasn't for lack of trying on Gryffindors part. Erin kicked McLaggen off the field. Ginny was put in at Seeker. Erin took over the Keeper position. They put up quite a fight. Ginny was spectacular and only barely missed the Snitch."
"I can't wait to find McLaggen and beat him to a bloody pulp."
"I'm sorry, Harry, but that's out of the question."
"Why?" He asked a little suspiciously.
"Because you're to stay quiet and rest for a few days," she told quite seriously. "That and I believe the rest of the team will have that taken care of before you get out of here. They're all ready tar and feather him."
"Tar and feather?"
"Well, the others voted down Erin's suggestion of burning him at the stake."
"Why?"
"They felt it would draw too many witnesses."
He nodded again. That sounded like his team.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be thoroughly thrashed and know better than to ever mention Quidditch again."
"I have no doubt. I don't know about the rest of them, but Erin and Ginny can be vicious."
"At least Erin has stopped lighting people on fire all the time."
"There is that." Harry agreed.
Mira sat in Snape's office quietly, but looking right at the man waiting for him to speak. She had been in there for 10 minutes already without him saying a word. Finally he moved though, "That was a nice little spell you used to make sure Potter didn't bust his head open on the Quidditch Pitch."
She didn't say anything.
"You do know that your actions could be seen as traitorous."
Again nothing.
"Mira, you will explain yourself." He told her.
She just looked at him steadily. Snape was suddenly struck with how she sat. The confidence and assurance in her pose, her back straight, but shoulders were relaxed, her arms resting on the arms of the chair, her legs crossed at the knee. If he didn't know better…it couldn't be. He would swear he it was 20 years ago, those eyes, the way her hair fell naturally around her face and into the loose braid over her shoulder. Her face wasn't exactly right…it looked more like… more like… "Regulus…" he whispered staring at her in shock. Her face, the shape of her face was just like Regulus, but the features of her face were definitely Lyancomp. If her face was rounded more, the chin softer…he could be staring at a picture of Queen Lyana of Lyanesse. Everything else was forgotten as it struck him. How hadn't he seen that before? But that meant… there was another the prophecy could pertain to. He was staring at the other daughter of Black and Lyancomp blood.