Voldermort remembered the first time he saw Heather Potter, an elegant spectre of inhuman grace. Yet that had not been the first time she had met him, she'd met his future. Twisted timelines distorted into a horrific future. Her ebony hair of which cascaded down her back, luminous eyes the very colour of the killing curse. He should not have been fooled by the façade she presented, maybe at first it had been true but after Dumbledore began to meddle she was forever lost to him, she lost herself too along the way.
He remembered the moment he had stood before the mirror of erased in the body of Quirell. He saw once again the fallen angel he had met once before in the past, the fallen angel who had created the world's destructor. At this time she was so innocent, unaware of the manipulations which shrouded her in shadows. How innocent was the girl who would one day grow into hard bloodthirsty women with no mercy… When he himself had gazed into the mirror he had once again her face…
That ever haunting girl…
Her eyes as deadly as a basilisk….
Her heart colder than ice and harder than stone…
Her mirror image was completely and utterly different from the girl he had seen as a child, even more cold hearted, even more ruthless than ever before. Her lips were as red as fresh blood with a cruel bitter smirk upon her lips. As always her skin had been as white as death itself. Unlike the girl who he had seen who had known what he would become, she was almost insane. Only her insanity made her even more beautiful in her dark glory.
In the mirror she was a dark coloured dress so dark it seemed sinister. Over her head she wore a velvet cloak once again in ebony. Stood beside her was himself only before he went a tad too far in securing immortality. Only unlike his youthful self he was darker alike the image of Eva, he too had a dark level of grace as well. Voldermort had been shocked, so shocked; hadn't he despised that girl ever since that day? How could she be his darkest desire? Maybe her dead body yes but them as a couple?
He remembered how he had offered her a chance to join him despite his burning hatred for himself. He knew what she would do; she would say no. She did as he had predicted. One thing that dark girl wasn't, was a coward. She never gave up on her beliefs, she was incredibly stubborn. Although she was certainly beautiful he would never fall for her charm again ever, not again. He would not allow the burning sting of love whip him once again. She was even worse when she attacks; she breaks you from the inside out rather than the outside leaving scars within. Most people would have broken under her cruelty but not Voldermort.
He had sworn that very day after he would never let her win.
She had….
She had won several times over but he refused to let her beat him another. He was determined that this time once he knew the prophecy that he would destroy her once and for all!
"Lucius." The dark lord spoke coldly.
"My lord…" Malfoy senior bowed before his master.
"Do you bare news about the prophecy?" He asked sharply. He was desperate; he needed some way to hit that girl hard before she would come to destroy his life. Admittedly it had already happened and as the girl had said it would create a paradox but he just had to try. The pain she had brought him was unbelievable.
"My lord I have found out that the girl herself does not know of it herself." Lucius obeyed telling his master what he had heard.
The dark lord's eyebrows had shot up in shock. He thought that that was the reason why she had betrayed him so deeply. He could not help but desire to know whether she actually loved him in the beginning. Maybe in the end Dumbledore had told her and she thought she had to betray him in that way or she would die. Mentally he shook his head; he could not afford to go down that old road once again. "Really…" He murmured deeply in thought.
"We have also discovered that there are two prophecies that could be related to her." He murmured.
"What?" Voldermort spat.
"One called 'power he knows not' and another… 'Dawn of the damned'." Lucius bowed, his voice was respectful.
"Tell me…" The dark lord began to circle him like a predator. "…tell me where did you come across this important information…?" He queried, wanting to know how reliable this information was. He needed to know anything he could to defeat her, his imminent enemy yet once she was the very girl who had enchanted him more than ever.
"I cannot say my lord…" This infuriated the dark lord further.
"Tell me!" He spat, his anger destroying any glass in the room. Nothing of course came near the death eater but he whimpered like it had.
"Camille Lestrange…" He murmured.
Voldermort's blood coloured eyes widened. How would she know who Heather Rosa Evelyn Potter was? Even he hadn't known until it was too late. "When did you see her?" He hissed.
"Tonight when we broke the rest of the death eaters out…."
Bella's pov
My eyes widened slightly when I saw the paper in front of me: Death eaters escape. On the front cover was a picture of someone who looked completely insane, but what shocked me the most was the fact it was me. So my future self-had ended up in Azkaban? I shivered at the very thought of the dememtors which always succeeded in giving me the creeps. Why they were even allowed to guard it I'll never know. Personally I think it should be illegal, it's a fate worse than death in my opinion. I haven't seen Tom or Heather since yesterday lunchtime.
Every single death eater has broken out of Azkaban yesterday evening, sending the country into complete panic and Chaos. According to the ministry of magic it was orchestrated by none other than Sirius Black, the escaped convict on the run. He is also the cousin of the escape Bellatrix Lestrange.
I tore my eyes away from the prejudice paper. Had this had anything to do with Heather and Tom's disappearance? I hadn't seen ether of them since lunchtime yesterday, maybe something bad has happened to them… Though surely Tom would be powerful enough to prevent any attack to ether of them, so would Heather so what was the problem? One thing I knew Heather was is brave. Well she is brave. She's not dead, she can't be… If she died then Tom would go on a rampage, which might be what caused this future.
Unlike Heather I believe time can be changed, but like her I believe if it was then chaos would become rampant upon this earth especially if the future was deeply related to ether. But I had to hope, had to hope that there was some way of changing this for the better. Time is a powerful thing; how we travelled forward I will never know. Even in this time it is impossible to actually travel forward even if someone dropped a time turner. The fact the future and past which have been linked were so deeply woven anyway so I doubt that this was just coincidence right now.
Causally as I could, I looked up to the head table. Dumbledore looked concerned almost though not exactly about the break out; I could tell this much. Some nagging feeling inside me could not shake the awful feeling that this was related to the fact I hadn't seen Heather and Tom since yesterday. Are they ok? Admittedly I'm not that keen on Heather being with Tom but I know that nothing I can do could change it.
"As many of you have heard there was a mass breakout in Azkaban last night, do not be alarmed." The headmaster preached so nothing about Heather or Tom… If his 'golden', silver in my opinion seeing as she is more of a Slytherin that Tom is sometimes, girl had disappeared he would have mentioned it. That's some small comfort at least. "The ministry are keeping this situation in hand…" Yeah right they were! I rolled my eyes, this world was so corrupt even more than in our time and this time it has nothing to do with dark lords invading and trying to conquer Britain.
I wanted to scream at him…but I couldn't.
If I had dared to question his authority now he would chuck me in Azkaban even if he had to do it secretly.
I needed to stay calm despite my raging emotions.
"This has nothing to do with the fact Miss Potter and Mr Riddle are not here." Finally some excuse about their disappearance. I needed to know what in the seven hells had happened to my best friend, even if it was some lame attempt of keeping it a secret. "There was a slight accident in the hallway where Miss Potter was injured, Riddle is helping her."
There were cries of outrage from the Gryffindor table, I didn't really care. They were corrupt as much as the ministry, I'm almost proud of her for leaving them so hopeless in this situation right now. With all the problems her and Umbridge have created for them I doubt the moral levels there are very high at all. That's good for my house, very good for Heather. She's began to show some of them the light in some respects. She's taught them to open their eyes for once in their lives, definitely an improvement.
"Why did you let that bastard with her?" Red head Ron yelled.
"Do not call him a bastard Ronald, although I agree with you about the possible problems about leaving her alone. Heather herself insisted he be allowed to stay, seeing as Madam Pompfrey agreed it would help her more than hinder her she thought." Oh how much I hate his grandfatherly voice… He hasn't said what happened to Heather though, how odd. This makes me think that if this was true there was something he was ether forbidden of saying or something he didn't want to actually let on to everyone.
I do understand why Madam Pompfrey would actually allow Tom to stay, so it might now be a load of complete trash. Draco nudged me. "Do you believe it?" He hissed softly
"Some of it might be true but he's definitely hiding something." I replied softly back to him. One thing we both have in common is the fact that both of us believe we have some duty to help them. Draco mainly is inclined to help Heather, me more Tom but that is hardly surprising seeing as we both know the person from our own time better. Seeing as Tom and Heather is pretty much an undeclared item at the moment help one of them and we help the other so we really have no problems with the whole loyalty thing. If it ever came to it then Draco would side with Heather, me with Tom that's no secret to ether of them.
"What do you think he's hiding? Do you think Heather and Tom are alright? He never said how bad Heather was injured…." He trailed off; worry was obvious in his eyes. We both looked over to Neville on the Gryffindor table he too looked really concerned as did Ginny. Draco's eyes wandered over across the other tables, as did mine. No one seemed concerned on the Hufflepuff table but some girl on the Ravenclaw table did.
"That girl, who is she?" I asked softly to Draco, not wanting to be heard.
"Her name is Luna, Luna Lovegood." Draco replied. "She doesn't know Heather very well but she tends to be selfless about everyone. Despite the fact she's been bullied because of her beliefs she's still remained strong to her morals alike Heather in that respect." He smiled.
"Does she know Heather at all?" I asked curiously.
"They may have spoken once or twice but honestly I don't know. It tended to be Ronald Weasley who was the main culprit and Hermione Jean Granger so I doubt it. Knowing Heather if she's known she would have been so furious I would fear what she would do. That's where Luna and Heather are indeed different I suppose, Heather believes in equality but she believes revenge on people is necessary sometimes. Luna is completely peaceful." Draco smiled.
"You sound like you know her well." I smirked, noticing the way he spoke of Luna with familiarity. He blushed a little, ahh so he like Heather and Tom doesn't exactly show her feelings. Seems like they have feelings for each other.
"Um…yes. We're just friends." He stuttered his cheeks going slightly red.
"You're as bad as Heather and Tom." I smirked.
"What?" He asked slightly bewildered.
"You're telling me you haven't noticed?" I arched my eyebrow. "Honestly every time I'm in the same room as them the atmosphere is almost suffocating. Both of them are too stubborn to admit it to the other honestly it's ridiculous." I laughed. "Honestly tell her how you feel, I bet she'll feel the same. If she's as caring and selfless as you say then she'll accept the fact you're in love with her." I smiled.
"Really?" He asked hopefully.
"Of course Draco. Look I may grow up to become a psychopath but I am most certainly not one yet. Honestly tell her how you feel. Tell her now or eventually she'll move on. I can tell you love her really deeply. Just tell her how deeply you feel." I laughed.
"Thank you Bella, my father wouldn't really approve at all but you really understand." He smiled.
"It's fine Draco, don't worry about your father, look I swear that if he gives you any trouble psychopath or not my future self will give him hell." I laughed.
"Should I introduce them, you know, Heather and Tom when Heather has healed?" He asked.
"Go for it Draco." I grinned. But then my grin faltered. "You're worried that Heather actually did bully Luna aren't you?" I murmured.
"Yes…" He admitted weakly.
"Look as little as I know her I know she'd think the act was unforgivable Draco. Let's put it this way; her childhood was absolutely crappy, her Uncle and Aunt tried to 'beat the freakiness out of her' she wouldn't have bullied anyone. Yes she loses her cool but only when something reaches its extreme. That was why she always used to defend Ron and Hermione; she never wanted people to be left alone defenceless." I replied.
"What do you mean 'beat the freakiness out of her?" He asked alarmed.
"Let's just put it this way; he thought magic was abnormal. He has the opposite attitude of the dark lord. If enough people knew about them and he could find us easily, he'd try and purge the world of us. Why Dumbledore let him anywhere near Heather Potter of all people I'll never know. I'm not even sure I'd want to know." I replied my disgust showed within my voice.
"Heather was…?" Draco trailed off.
"Yes in some respects she was abused yes, forced to work like a slave for them while they lazed on their fat backsides enjoying themselves." I spoke flatly.
"Oh… I guess it makes more sense why she's so sensitive when she we attacked Ron and Hermione. Our reasons reminded her of them, well when I say reasons I mean the insults we used. We probably didn't use the wisest choices of words…" He admitted.
"You didn't know a thing about me though did you? You thought I was raised by wizards rather than muggles and was a pampered princess. You got that much from you're got from your bias god farther." We whirled around. There was Heather and Tom, just standing there. Heather looked paler than before, almost the colour of a very vampire. She looked almost darker; she was her hair in a messy bun. You could tell something had happened.
"Heather is ok before you ask." Tom smiled. "We've just discovered something which could change quite a few things about her. Her gift has been fully awakened despite Dumbledore's attempts to bind her gift and hide it. That's why he's displeased."
"Gift?" She raised an eyebrow. "Tom it's more of a curse. Do you really think I wanted to be an empath at all? Admittedly the gift could be useful but you also saw what it did in the corridor to me. When your emotions exploded…" She trailed off.
"I know…" He murmured. "I'm glad you weren't too injured."
"I'm so sorry for putting you through that Tom. I really shouldn't had tried to hide you future; I just didn't want to be the one to break the news to you…" She murmured.
"Heather it was my fault for losing it." His eyes showed worry.
"No Tom the fault lies with me and me alone." She almost whispered.
"Heather you an Empath?" Draco asked shocked. "Is that why you were always able to tell when someone was hiding something from you or lying? What's it like being an empath?" He seemed really eager to know more. Heather laughed.
"You're as eager to know more about it like I was about you being able to read magical core!" She laughed softly.
"Well…?" He asked wanting her to elaborate in her answer.
"Draco, I just feel emotions. If someone feels pain, I feel it. It's more of a curse than a gift Draco…" She murmured. Tom put an arm around her- they've gotten closer.
"What's happened?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
"What?" Tom asked bewildered.
"You two have grown closer." I noticed smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Um… We could be classed as an item now…" Tom murmured. Heather grinned her eyes sparkling.
"So that's what Dumbledore is so wound up about…" Draco smirked.
"I think your right there Draco, very right indeed." I grinned back.
An: Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, I struggled to write this chapter. How was it? Please review!