Honey had landed herself in the Hospital Wing and it was her own fault. Hearing sobs, she found her mother crying on her father's shoulder beside her bed. When her parents saw that she had regain consciousness they rushed to her side and encase her in a protective hold.
"I have exhausted myself." Honey said before either of them could ask her questions.
She had walked in to her Defence Against the Dark Arts class earlier that day and felt a zap of some kind. She took it as a sign of fatigue. Calmly, she told Unbridge that she was not feeling well and got permission to go to the hospital wing.
Honey didn't want to deceive her parents. Her health and wellbeing was something they needed to know about. "I'm beyond excited just being here. I made loads of friends. There are countless activities to participate in and my body isn't used to it. I was aware of all the signs, but disregard them. I didn't want it to end."
She had attempted to do far too much at once and it was taking a toll on her body. On top of schoolwork and tutoring her friends, she was helping Fred and George with their inventions, taking flying lessons, and plotting to murder her headmaster. The latter was her first priority, but she hadn't figure out how to do it. Ruining his life would be the best option but she also didn't know how to do that either.
"We understand." said her mother. "You have endured hardships and bravely overcame them. There is nothing that can stand in your way. Just remember to pace yourself. Know when to rest and when to act."
"Maybe you need a helper?" suggested her father, "There is no shame in asking for assistance."
"How about Lumi? She can help you with anything you need." added her mother.
Lumi was the family house elf who raised her. She was trustworthy and would respect Honey's privacy.
"I think that's a brilliant idea." said Honey. "But will the school allow it?"
"I'll speak to Dumbledore and Umbridge in person." said her father. "I think they will agree to it."
"Don't worry about anything but yourself and what you must do." said her mother.
After Madam Pomfrey assured her parents that she was fine, they kissed her goodbye, promised to send Lumi to her, and went to see the headmaster and teacher. Honey leaned comfortably into the bed and rested. She needed to regain her strength. Her body was currently weak, but it was not going to stop her from what she was planning to do. She will avenge her great-aunt. What Dumbledore had done was far too despicable to forgive. The problem was he was virtually untouchable. She needed to find his weaknesses. It was when she thought of Gellert Grindelwald's books and the Deathly Hallows. They were only a small piece of the puzzle that was Dumbledore. She needed more information.
Honey drank a bottle of strengthening potion and rested until she was well enough to leave the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had also given her a salve that healed her poor right hand. She had continued to use it until it was swollen and aching, despite knowing she shouldn't, and was supposed to use her left. She thanked Madam Pomfrey for taking care of her and providing dinner, before walking to her last remaining class that day. There was only a few minutes left in Divination but she thought she could have at least made an appearance. She sat down with Meredith and Becky, who were happy to see her.
"How are you feeling?" asked Meredith.
"I'm perfectly fine."
After the class was dismissed, Trelawney asked Honey to stay behind. Meredith and Becky said they'll meet her in the common room and left. With everyone gone, Trelawney motioned for her to sit across from her desk.
"Do you still have them? The cards?" Trelawney nervously asked.
"Yes," answered Honey. She took the cards, tied with a rubber band, out of her bag and placed them on the surface of the desk.
"Can you look at my for...for..."
"Your fortune?" Honey guessed her meaning.
"One card! Only One!"
Honey removed the rubber band and slowly shuffled the cards. With clasped hands, Trelawney closed her eyes and mumbled something under her breath. Honey took one out and flipped it over. The card showed an image of Hogwarts' castle.
Trelawney opened her eyes and inhaled sharply in surprise, her eyes gleamed with tears. "Yes! Yes!"
"What does it mean?" asked Honey.
"It means my home remains in Hogwarts!"
"What exactly did you asked the cards?"
"I asked if I will be staying in Hogwarts."
Rumors have been flying among the students that Umbridge was going to sack Trelawney from her teaching position any day now. It meant she was not going to be living in Hogwarts anymore. This could be a perfect opportunity for Honey to see if the cards told the truth. She feared the cards but didn't fully place her trust on them. She didn't understand the true meaning of the ones she had, there could be numerous interpretations. After wishing her teacher well, Honey walked toward the direction of Ravenclaw Tower, but was intercepted by Umbridge who had a smile on her face. Honey smiled back at the older woman to be polite.
"Good evening, Miss. Sheridan." said Umbridge.
"Good evening to you too." Honey returned the greeting.
"Will you come with me to my office, please?"
Meredith once told her that a Dementor once kissed Umbridge and it died. Although Honey doubted the rumor was true, it was something to consider. The horrible rumors about Umbridge being pure evil and tortured students in her office might have been exaggerated. Teachers were not allowed to beat students like the old days anymore. If anyone raised a hand at Honey, there would be serious repercussions.
"Of course."
As Honey entered Umbridge's office something told her that the woman had a fondness for kittens. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each one residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck.
Umbridge motioned for Honey to sit down on a straight-backed chair. She took her seat and kept her expression naturally neutral as she waited for what Umbridge had to say.
"It has come to my attention that you are having difficulties?"
"I was not feeling well." Honey said simply.
"My, my, what a terrible thing to hear. Your parents are very concern about you."
Honey understood the reason why Umbridge wanted to speak to her. Her parents probably had a few words with the teacher beside the subject of her having her personal house elf before returning home.
"How is school life? I can imagine it would take some time for you to adjust to such a different setting."
"I am enjoying it."
"I noticed that you are tutoring your poor, unfortunate housemates. It is quite generous of you, but it must be difficult to deal with those simpletons. I know appropriate students who will be delighted to meet you."
"Are they in need of tutoring?" Honey asked as she believed was her teacher's intentions.
Umbridge blinked back in surprised. "Well...they can do with some improvement with their marks."
Honey thought over Umbrige's request. She supposed she could tutor a few additional people. It wouldn't hurt. They could meet in the Library with her and her friends and she could help them all at once. "I'd love to meet them."
"Tomorrow is Saturday. You can meet them tomorrow."
After their conversation was over Honey went to Ravenclaw Towers. She knocked on the wood and the eagle bronze knocker spoke.
"In the ordinary it lies, do not be deceived by your ears and eyes."
She swore the knocker had a mind of its own and teased her when she was alone. "Are you warning me?"
The door swung opened and Honey took that as a yes. She walked inside and turned back to look at the closed door. Something is definitely strange about that knocker.
"Are you all right?" Evie asked. "I heard what happened."
Honey turned her neck back to see Evie standing in front of her.
"I'm fine. Thank you." said Honey as she walked to their dorm room.
Evie followed close behind her. "Meredith and Becky are worried about you too."
"Where are they?"
"Don't know. They have been disappearing a lot lately."
"I suppose Luna is gone too." Honey said thoughtfully as they entered their dorm room.
Evie went to sit on her bed and took off her shoes and socks. "What do you mean?"
"I and Luna have been trying to meet up and have a conversation but it keeps getting rescheduled. I noticed that she disappears the same time as Meredith and Becky. If they are gone so is she."
"Now that you mention it. I have noticed some of the usual people aren't in the common room on certain nights. You don't suppose it's connected, do you?"
Honey shrugged. "Whatever it is it's affecting their homework. By the way are you still coming to the Library tomorrow?"
"Sorry I can't. My little Harvey doesn't look well. I'm going to take it to Professor Sprout to have a look at it."
Harvey was the Chinese Chomping Cabbage she had been growing for Herbology class.
Both girls changed into their bed clothes and prepared themselves for bed. Evie was sound asleep when Honey securely closed the curtains on her four-poster bed and took out her grandpa's portrait to speak to him. She was not surprised he already knew about her visit to the hospital wing.
"This is my fault." He confessed, "I should not have pressured you. You don't have to kill Dumbledore right away. Your health is much more important."
"Did you try to pursue my mother to kill Dumbledore too? When she was in Hogwarts?" Honey asked him. She would not put it pass him to do something like that. It was suspicious for her mother to attend Hogswarts instead of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, located in France, the country her mother grew up in before moving.
"No, I have not." He denied. "Why are you asking me this?"
"The things she has said to me, certain terms, and her encouraging tone. It's as if she knows something. A secret."
"I have never told her anything about Dumbledore." He confirmed.
"Why didn't you? Why did you choose me instead of her?"
"Because you are perfect for the task."
"How?"
"One reason, Ariana Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger sister. She's dead. Murdered."
"By who?"
"No one knows for certain. I heard there was a three-way duel between Dumbledore, his brothers, and Grindelwald. She was there and got accidently struck with a curse."
"I resemble her? That's why you choose me?"
"You bare no physically resemble to her, but you are similar in so many ways. Ariana was attacked by Muggle boys when she was six. It traumatized her to the point that her magic became unstable, uncontrollable. She was locked away in her house for years until her death. Little people knew she even existed. Just like you."
"Where were their parents when all this was happening?"
"Her father sought revenge against those boys and was sentenced to Azkaban for life for the crime. She accidently killed her own mother with a magical explosion a few years later. Dumbledore became her guardian."
Honey was taken back the tragedy that the Dumbledore's family had to face. It made her think of what Marvolo had done to her years ago. He was magnificently ruthless. A sadistic. She was afraid of him. Her mine had suppressed her memories of him and locked her voice in order to cope with what happened. She was no longer afraid of him after she had register that he was not as intimidating as he had seemed when she was younger. In truth, he was insecure and pathetic.
"Don't let this story soften you. Remember, Dumbledore brought it upon himself. He's evil. He deserves everything he's going to receive."
Honey brought her blanket over her shoulders and closed her eyes as she reconsidered her mission. She must know more about Ariana's death before she goes through with anything.
The next day Meredith and Becky could not make it to the Library as well. Honey was alone when Umbridge introduced her to two Slytherin girls. One was name Pansy Parkinson, a prefect by the looks of the badge on the front of her robes, and Millicent Bulstrode.
"I'm certain you'll get along greatly." said Umbridge, sending the Slytherin girls a sharp look before she left.
Honey thought this was a tutoring session but something in the girls' demeanor and lack of studying material told her it was not. She waited for one of them to say something.
"Umbridge told us you're from abroad and home schooled - in desperate need of social education." said Pansy.
With a desire to know what Umbridge's true intentions for sending these Slytherin girls to her was, Honey decided to go along with whatever Pansy was ordered by her teacher to do.
"And how do we do that?" asked Honey.
"I'm going to tell you who you should be friends with and who you shouldn't. Come with me." Pansy finished by gesturing Honey and Millicent to follow her.
Now Honey understood the true meaning of Umbridge's speech from last night was. She didn't approve of Honey's friends and wanted her to make new ones.
"First things first," said Pansy as she led Honey through the Library, Millicent walked close behind them, "don't associate with any blood traitors."
"Blood traitors?"
"Muggle-lovers." explained Pansy.
Personally, Honey had no problem with Muggles but apparently Pansy and Millicent did.
"The biggest Muggle-lovers are the Weasley family. Stay away from them. Don't even look at them."
Too late for that. Honey had already formed a friend and partnership with Fred and George. She was even helping them search for a good location for their shop they were planning on opening someday.
"Stay away from Harry Potter. He's with them." Pansy said.
Honey didn't know who "them" were, but she had heard of Harry Potter. He was the boy-who-lived, the object of Becky's affection, but had never met him in person.
"Don't even look at Granger, the Mudblood. She brews Love Potions to seduce boys. Isn't that pathetic?"
Mudblood...You're a Mudblood! The words echoed in Honey's ears. You're a disgusting Mudblood!
I'm not a Mudblood I'm pure. Honey told the voice in her head.
Honey snapped out of the trance she was in and returned her attention to Pansy. They had left the Library and entered the corridor.
"Muggle, Muggle, half-blood, Muggle, half-blood," Pansy said as she pointed at random people near them, who looked offended. "That one I don't know - name or blood. Don't know, don't know, don't know..." Something caught her attention and she stopped walking so sudden that it caused Millicent to crash into her. A rain of laughter spilled from students who had witnessed.
"Watch it you clumsy troll!" screeched Pansy.
Honey held her arms out to pull both girls up. As soon as Pansy was on her feet, she patted her robes down and sent a murderous glare at all those who were laughing. "What are you looking at?!"
The other students continued to laugh and began to walk away from them.
"Draco!" shouted Pansy as she practically skipped to a tall boy with blond hair.
Draco was slender with sleek white-blond hair, grey eyes, a pale complexion and sharp, pointed features. He was standing between to larger boys with dark hair. All of them were from Slytherin house.
"Are you all right?" Honey asked Millicent.
"Fine, thanks." said Millicent. "Don't bother with her anymore. Doesn't notice anyone when Malfoy is around."
Honey turned to Pansy who was looking at Draco with a dreamy gleam in her eyes.
"Thinks herself in love with him." said Millicent and then she snapped her mouth shut when Pansy came back to them with a pinched expression on her face.
"Come here." Pansy grabbed Honey's arm and pulled her toward the direction of the Slytherin boys.
Millicent didn't make a sound as she went with them.
Pansy released Honey's arm and placed her in front of a tall black boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes.
"Honey, this is Blaise Zabini." Pansy introduced them. "Blaise, Honey is new to Hogwarts. Be a dear and show her around will you?" she shoved Honey toward him none too gently and grabbed Draco's arm. Draco turned his head to Honey. Their gaze connected and he winked at her before turning around with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Pansy dragged him away while two Slytherin boys and Millicent followed them.
"Hello," said Blaise with an amused grin.
"Um…hi." said Honey, a bit confused by what had occurred.
"You look better up close." said Blaise. "Pansy was right to take him away."
Honey didn't understand what he meant about Pansy but thanked him for the compliment.
"So you're new?"
"Yes,"
"From abroad? Where?"
"Asia."
"I couldn't tell from your accent. What brought you to Hogwarts?"
"My mother was a student."
"What's your surname? I didn't catch it?"
Honey realized right away that he was attempting to causally find out her blood status.
"Sheridan."
Blaise had a thoughtful look on his face and appeared as if he was accepting. "Haven't explored all of Hogwarts, have you?"
"Never had the time."
"Will you allow me to be your guide?" he said offering his arm to her.
Honey took his arm and let him led the way.
"Is there a particular place you want to see?"
"The Black Lake."
When they reached the lake, Honey released Blaise's arm and walked onto the shore. She stopped and watched in curiosity as the waves mercilessly clawed its invisible hand onto the sand and dragged it down beneath its depth. The setting before her began to melt away as darkness encased her in its coldness. All she could hear was deafening sound of loud waves crashed on to the rocks.
"Do you like it here?" Blaise asked Honey.
Honey turned away from the waves and smiled at Blaise. "Yes, it brings back fond, old memories."
"I think we should go back!" The girl shouted over the loud crash of the waves against the rocks, covering her pained ears.
Tom turned her gaze from the violent scene before them and turned to the girl on his left. A shiny object caught his eyes. There on Amy's tiny finger was a silver thimble. "Are you scared?" Tom asked. His tone was low and taunting, but oddly enough the girl could hear him clearly through the sound of the raging waves.
"Y-yes." The girl cowered.
"IT'S SO DEEP!" shouted the boy standing on Tom's right. He glanced at the bottom of the cliff and swallowed. Tom watched as he dropped his yo-yo over the edge and smiled in amusement as it spun back up in his hand.
"I DON'T THINK WE SHOULD STAND SO CLOSE—WHAT IF WE FALL?" the girl shouted.
"We won't," Tom stated firmly, and then his eyes wandered to a patch of grass nearby. "Let's go over there." he pointed. The other two followed without complaint, both secretly glad they didn't have to stand at the edge of the cliff any longer. Tom watched as Dennis and Amy huddled close, pressing their little bodies together to try to ignite some warmth between them and protected them from the chilling wind.
Tom gathered some small rocks in his hands and put them in his pocket when the others weren't looking.
"Aren't you cold?" Amy asked him.
Tom had his hands in his pockets, feeling the rocks, but he wasn't shivering as much as they were. "No," he answered. Turning back to the direction of the cliff, he said, "I like it here."
Dennis and Amy stared at Tom. He was a very strange boy and seemed lonely. They'd invited him to play with them because they felt sorry for him. It was fun at first, even though he was a bit bossy, but then he suggested they go to the cliff because he wanted to see the ocean. The two agreed; Mrs. Cole strictly forbade them to go anywhere near the cliffs, but their curiosity got the best of them. Dennis and Amy thought it was exciting, breaking the rules and having an adventure—an exploring game, as Tom called it.
"Would you like to wear my coat?" Tom offered.
"Really?" Amy asked.
"Thanks," Dennis said, bringing his shaking hands out of his coat to grab the coat before Amy could.
Tom paused and looked down. He thought it would be fun if they could discover a Cave of Wonder like in the story a teacher had once read to them. Suddenly, the rocks beneath his feet were moving. The next thing they knew, the three children found themselves surrounded by darkness. The ground they were sitting on had collapsed and they were trapped in a dark pit.
"My arm hurts," Amy said. "Who on me? Get off!"
Dennis groaned and rolled off her.
"You're still alive?" Tom asked curiously.
"Y-yes," Amy and Dennis replied hesitantly. They were shaken by the fall, but something about Tom's odd tone when he asked the question terrified them even more. It sounded almost as if he was disappointed by their survival.
"H-how about you?" Dennis asked cautiously.
"There's not a scratch on me," Tom told them.
Amy and Dennis gasped. After such a fall they could feel bruises forming and there were cuts all over their bodies. Why wasn't Tom hurt? Was he lying, or was it really true? They knew he was an unusual person from all the strange things that happened around him. But they were curious about his oddness.
"Ahhhh!" Amy screamed when she felt someone grab her arm.
"Stop screaming. It's me," Tom told her and it caused Amy to scream even louder. Unable to take any more screaming, Tom grabbed Amy's shoulders and shook her violently. "Shut it!" he shouted in irritation. Amy immediately closed her mouth and whimpered.
Though Dennis couldn't see them, he could imagine what was transpiring between the two. "W-what do we do now, Tom?" he asked. He was frightened of the other boy but knew he was the one with his sense most intact and was the one most likely to find a way out for them.
"Want to continue our game?" Tom asked them with chilling excitement. He took their silence as a yes and grabbed both of their arms, dragging them with him. As they ventured further into the cave, Dennis and Amy began to struggle in a vain attempt to escape Tom's hold. But he had an iron grip on them and showed no desire to free them.
"Please, Tom!" Amy begged.
"Let us go!" Dennis shouted.
"No. I still want to play," Tom said as he continued to drag them.
After she had enough of watching the waves, Honey thanked Blaise and excused herself. He walked her back to Hogwarts and they parted ways. In her dorm room, she took out a parchment and quill. She owl a letter to Dumbledore and informed him that she had to leave Hogwarts to see her personal healers for an emergency appointment. The truth was, she planned to travel to Godric's Hollow on the Knight Bus to investigate Ignotus Peverell's grave. The owl returned with a letter from Dumbledore summoning her to his office.
Honey was expecting this reaction from Dumbledore. She wanted to see him face to face to test a theory. She squared her shoulders and bravely made her way to the headmaster's office. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it was the Sorting Hat.
Honey went to the hat to look at it. She had not been traditionally sorted using the Sorting Hat. Her father had requested that she be put in Ravenclaw house. His reasons were that the Sorting Hat might not have a house to put since her personality was not fully developed. The years she spent isolated had damaged her mentally. The headmaster actually agreed to allow her to skip the Sorting Hat.
While Honey was busy looking at the Hat the office door opened. Dumbledore came in, looking very somber. Straightening her spine, she walked back around the desk and took a seat. She kept her gaze on him but avoided his eyes, and waited for him to take his seat. Having knowledge of his Occlumency and Legilimency abilities from her grandpa, Honey kept her mind occupied with memories of herself while she was still hospitalized. It was not hard, having spent so long in that room.
"It has come to my attention that you have requested to leave school grounds." began Dumbledore.
"Yes," confirmed Honey.
"Is the pressure of school too much for you?"
Honey could already see where his thoughts were going. "No! I… I…it's my hand. I have overused it and I want to have a healer take a look at it. I asked for a few days off encase it's something serious."
"Madame Pomfrey could have a look at that." suggested Dumbledore.
"I'm certain she is an excellent healer, but I would feel more comfortable with the ones who are familiar with my condition."
"All right. If that is what you want." said Dumbledore, "I give you my permission to leave the school grounds."
"I will return next week." said Honey.
Right before she stood up he stopped her and said, "If you are in need of anything, know that I am here for you."
"Thank you, sir."
Honey went to Ravenclaw Tower and left a note for Evie, explaining that she would be gone and to tell the others about their tutoring sessions were on hold until she returned. She gathered a few essential items and departed from the school on the Express train. She went into a compartment, sat down on the seat, and waited for her traveling companion to show himself. The door to the compartment opened. A tall figure stepped inside and took a seat across from her. She invited him to Godric's Hollow because he was curious about the Potters and Voldemort. She was going to search for information about the Deathly Hallows. She had left Marvolo inside of the Chamber of Secrets with Lumi, her house elf, with strict orders to administer proper dosage as scheduled.
When they arrived, her companion went to rest while she explored the village on her own. Godric's Hollow was a Wizarding village in the West Country of England, with the addition of a few Muggle families. It is a small community, which centers on a village square with only a church, a post office, a pub, and a few retail shops. The residential streets are lined with quaint cottages, which are called Church Lane that led up to the church.
Honey was thrilled to be there as it was home to many intriguing characters. Bathilda Bagshot was the author of many history books Honey enjoyed reading, among her favorite was A History of Magic. She had so many subjects she wanted to discussion with the worldly woman. Meeting the magical historian would prove mentally stimulating. The Dumbledore family once lived there as well. She was certain she would discover personal information about them. This was the final resting place of the Potters as well as where Voldemort met his downfall.
As Honey surveyed the village, her eyes were drawn to an obelisk covered in names. When she got closer it transformed into a statue of three people: a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Without having to think she knew that they were the Potters. Celebrated as heroes, the Wizarding community erected this statue to honor them.
Honey turned from the statue and went toward a graveyard she had spotted earlier. She wanted to see the Potter's graves, along with Ignotus Peverell. Noticing a familiar name, she stopped in front of a black headstone and read the name. Kendra Dumbledore, beneath the name listed dates of birth and death, and another name Ariana Dumbledore. Honey felt sympathetic toward the poor mother and daughter for having a short life.
Looking further down, she read a quotation on the stone: Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Having no idea what the quote meant, Honey walked away from the tombstone. She found the Potter's white marble headstone, which were two rows behind Kendra and Ariana's. The quote beneath the dates read: The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
It took a while for Honey to find Ignotus Peverell's grave. The headstone was so old, and withered that the writing was hard to make out. The Deathly Hallow's symbol on the top helped her identified it. She slowly waved her hand over the stone and tiny hairs on the back of her hand prickling, signaling strong protective charms were in place. She made a mental note of the location of the graves so that she could return to them later.
Seeing that it was late in the evening, Honey decided that she would pay a visit to Bathilda Bagshot's home tomorrow. For now, she must find a place to stay for the rest of her trip. When Honey turned from the graveyard, her feet began to move. Not long, she was standing in front of the ruins of a cottage. The right side of the top floor had been blown apart. The home that the Potters were murdered in was another monument to them.
Honey touched the gate and a sign appeared from the ground. Written in gold letters it said: On this spot, on this night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that tore apart their family.
Around it were scratches of notes and initials left by other visitors. Honey made sure no one was around before she opened the gates and went inside of the cottage. The charm used to preserve it was excellent. It was looked as it could tumble down any moment, but the charm had ensured that it would stand even through the harshest weather.
Calmly, Honey walked to the front door. She took out her wand and waved it at the doorknob. Since she was seventeen, she was able to use her magic outside of school. Slowly the door swung open. She stepped forward, but paused when she heard the cries of an infant coming from above. A corner of her lips rose in knowing that they were here. Muttering an incantation, she created an invisible force field around the property. It would prevent any inhabitants of the home from leaving.
As Honey entered the cottage, frantic footsteps could be heard running up a flight of stairs.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go!"
In the living room, Honey was confronted by a wizard. He looked about twenty, tall, thin, with hazel eyes, and untidy black hair. He was pointing his wand at her. He was shaking, panting with fear. Honey snickered at
him.
"Run! I'll hold him off -" The man shouted over his shoulder.
"As much as I would like to duel you properly, I must decline. There is someone more significant I must see." As these words left her mouth, Honey was struck by how masculine she sounded, but she didn't have time to think too much on it. Her mind was occupied with one thing. Getting upstairs. With a flicker of her wrist the man's wand was gone, but that didn't stop the man from attacking her. The man threw himself onto her with his full weight and tackled her to the ground.
Honey was caught off guard by the man's actions that she fell over and lost her grip on her wand. She struggled with the man, pushing him off as she made her way up the stairs. She summoned her wand and shouted the Killing curse, ending the man's life once and for all. His body went stiff and cooled instantly. She walked over him and walked to a door. Stopping in front of it, she pointed her wand at it.
"No! I don't want to see this!" Honey shouted, forcing herself out of the vision.
The cottage returned to its silent and abandon state. Somehow during her trance she had walked upstairs without realizing it. Honey turned away from the door in a fright and ran downstairs. She went to a corner, sank to the floor, and hugged her knees together. She could not stay in the cottage any longer but something was weighing her down, preventing her from moving.
"It's about time one of you arrived."
Startled that she was not alone, Honey jumped to her feet and pointed her wand at a large figure emerging from the shadows. He stepped into the moonlight shining through the windows and lowered his hood. His face was whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils.
"What happened to you?" Honey breathed out.
The man circled her, his eyes moving up and down. "I should ask you the same. Quite a new form you acquired."
Something inside of Honey shut off and she felt lightheaded.
"I knew you'd be curious to know about that dreadful night. I placed spells here to draw you out. To tell me when one of you came." He held his arms to her.
Honey went into his arms without hesitation and together they Apparated out of the cottage.