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Chapter Ten
Uncle Severus and Halloween
True to her word, Hermione's prediction of Professor McGonagall
passing out the revised schedule came to pass the following morning.
Harry glanced down at his revised schedule and decided he did not mind
having some entirely new professors.
Monday/ Wednesday/ Friday
Time: Class: Professor:
9am-10am Transfiguration McGonagall
10:30am-11:30am Potions Snape / Shift
1pm-2pm Charms Wells
2:30pm to 3:30pm Care of Magical Creatures Hagrid
Tuesday/ Thursday
Time: Class: Professor:
9am-10am Astronomy Star-Cluster
10:30am to 11:30am History of Magic Binns
1pm to 2pm Defense Against D.A. Phillips
2:30pm to 3:30pm Muggle Studies Moon
10:30pm to 11:45pm Astronomy Lab Star-Cluster
Harry compared his, Ron's, Heather's and Hermione's schedules.
He found all of their classes matched perfectly, but Heather had advanced
classes after dinner on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Her classes
consisted of Animagi training and advanced Divination.
"Wait a minute, there must be some mistake. Heather, you are only a fifth year.
How come you in our classes, not to mention in all these advanced classes?"
Hermione seemed confused as it really did not seem logical that she would be
in advanced classes.
"Remember how Professor Gaddis said I am training to be a Sorceress?"
"Yes."
"It's because I am advanced for my age. We have a law in America that says
I cannot graduate until I am 18 and since I am so far advanced, they have
begun my career training." Heather lifted the confusion from Hermione,
until Ron spoke up.
"So basically you are a seventh year, in a fifth year body, which
should be a sixth year."
"I guess so." Heather tried to make sense of his logic, but decided
that it hurt her brain hurt too much trying to figure it out, so she just
agreed with him to make him think she understood, but not quite getting
it herself. "Besides after the attack, my activities have diminished very much,
so I will be able to have some time for myself, because I will only have my
career prep classes and the dance team practice. Since the school play was
canceled as was the color guard team and a few other things."
"It still sounds like you have a full schedule, anyway." Hermione seemed
impressed by her organization and usage of time. "But you did not
leave any time for you to study."
"I don't need to study. I write it down once, and I have it."
Heather looked at her watch. "We better get heading to class! We're going
to be late!"
*****
After transfiguration was over, the four of them headed
down to the dungeons for potions. Professor Severus
Snape stood in front of the class in his greasy jet black
hair and his pitch black robes. He was not entirely alone
in his classroom, Harry noticed as he claimed a seat in
between his sister, Heather, and Hermione. Ron decided
he was safer sitting on Heather's right side instead of her
left because Harry still seemed a little upset with him after
asking his sister to the Halloween ball.
Standing next to Professor Snape was a woman Harry
presumed to be Professor Shift, the head of Sifto-Salt
house. Her red robes draped on her shoulders gracefully
and upon her face was a beautiful smile and friendly looking
eyes. She was very much contrast to Professor Snape at this
present moment. She was the first to speak. "Good morning
class. For those of you who do not know me, I am Professor
Shift. For those who do not know this man, he is Professor
Snape. We will be your potions masters for the rest of the
school year." Professor Shift began to hand out the course
syllabus. "It's a good thing that our schools use most of the
same textbooks, otherwise there would have had no
interschool cooperation."
Professor Snape said nothing as he began to look over his
lesson plans. Harry thought he seemed rather upset sharing
his classroom and class with another professor. Professor
Shift's voice called Harry back from his musings. "So, we
will test of the syllabus on Wednesday does that sound
good to everyone? Now are there any questions?"
Heather shot her hand up and awaited to be called upon,
since her hand was the only one in the air, she was called
upon rather quickly. "Yes, Heather. What is it?"
"Professor, I have a question that really does not have to
do with this class, but it is rather important…"
"What is it, then? You know I am willing to
answer any questions with in reason."
"Well, I was wondering how long we have to
wear this whole uniform thing. This tie is driving
me nuts!" Heather pulled at it to show her distaste.
"I cannot tie ties very well and I had to ask Harry
this morning to help me. I still do not have it quite
down as of yet. So could you ask Professor Gaddis
or Professor Dumbledore about it?"
Professor Snape seemed to jump at the chance to
give James and Lily Potter's daughter a hard time.
"Anyone want to answer Miss Potter's stupid question?"
Hermione's hand shot up into the air like a bullet. Snape
ignored it and called upon Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy,
would you like to give it a go?"
"Our school uniform is not complete with out it, sir.
House points will be taken off if our uniforms are not
complete." Malfoy turned around in his chair to face
her. "So I suggest you learn how to tie your tie, Ms.
Scar head." Malfoy turned back around in his chair
to face the front. Snape seemed pleased with the answer
from his student; however, Professor Shift seemed furious.
"Ten points from Slytherin," Professor Shift definitely was
upset "for name calling is strictly forbidden. I will not put
up with it and Mr. Malfoy; I will see you tonight in detention.
I cannot believe I had to take points away this early in the school
year! I expected this from Western and my house but not
from Hogwarts students." The two professors claimed each
others places, but Snape mumbled something and the only one
who could hear it was Professor Shift. "It was not a stupid
question, Severus. The students at the Chicago Institute are
not required to wear the complete uniform all the time. The
only time in which they are at: the first feast, every Sundays
for meals, and when ever they attend a formal school event
with other schools involved."
Professor Snape ignored Professor Shift and began to teach
his lesson. "Today we will be learning about the polyjuice
potion…"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and Hermione
grinned from ear to ear full knowing they had brewed that particular
potion during their second year in the third-floor girls' bathroom.
Snape wrote the ingredients on the blackboard along with the
instructions in order to brew it. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Heather
wrote the instructions down carefully.
"How long do the lacewing flies must be stewed?" Professor Snape
asked the class. Hermione Granger and Heather Potter were the only ones
who raised their hands.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Professor Shift called upon her since
Professor Snape was having a hard time deciding which student he
would call upon.
"Twenty-one days."
"Very good, Miss Granger and ten points to Gryffindor.
Miss Potter was there something you wanted to add?"
"Yes, Professor, I believe Ms. Granger has not read the
latest article of Potions weekly."
"Why do you say that, Heather?" Professor Shift asked
from the teacher's desk.
"Well," Heather pulled the magazine our from her
book bag. "According to Professor Hazel Knut at the Great
Lakes Academy you have to stew them for at least 21 days."
"Isn't that what Granger already said?" Draco Malfoy sniggered.
"No it is not." Professor Shift looked over at Draco Malfoy
to glare at him. She looked over at Heather before she allowed
Heather to continue.
"The lacewing flies have to stew for twenty-one days,
that is a given, but Professor Knut found that the longer your
lacewing flies, the longer your polyjuice potion will last. For
example, if you stew your lacewing flies for forty-two days,
the potion will last for two hours instead of the usual of only one."
"That was so insightful." Professor Snape said in his
usual monotone voice, but it was said in a sarcastic way. He
then turned to face Harry. "It is obvious who the brains are
in the Potter family." Snape sneered and went back to teaching
the polyjuice potion.
"That was incredibly rude." Heather whispered so
only Harry, Ron, and Hermione could hear.
"He is always on Harry about something. We are
positive he has it out for him." Ron whispered back to her.
"He doesn't like me because something that happened
a long time ago with our dad. To put it mildly, they did not
get along." Harry said bitterly.
"That is really mildly." Hermione explained to her.
"It sounds to me like someone needs a little attitude
adjustment." Heather looked at the professor and grinned.
She cracked her knuckles and knew she had to do something
about this particular professor. "Who better than Chaos
to give it to him?"
"Heather, no way! Do you know how much trouble
you would be in if you get caught?" Hermione preached.
"Yeah, and that will be half the fun. Besides, I do
not plan on using my wand. I can use wand-less magic,
remember?" Heather turned back in her chair to cast a
spell on Professor Snape. "After all, payback is a bitch.
Aloha mortis." She cast a spell to make him wear a Hawaiian
grass skirt, a pair of red and white floral print swimming trunks,
and a lai.
When Professor Snape turned around, he heard
subdued laughter coming from his class. He looked
down at his clothes and turned a deep shade of crimson
with embarrassment and anger, but before he could do
anything about it, the bell rang for his class to leave the room.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exited the room right behind
Heather. "Bloody hell, Heather! I can't believe you just
pulled that off!" Ron exclaimed once they were safely
away from the dungeon.
"Neither can I!" Hermione still seemed shocked
Heather had been able to pull it off.
"I can't either!" Heather exclaimed. "I cannot
believe how easy Seriously Snapped was!" The four of them laughed.
"Nice job, Chaos." Ishmael Yoder, a seventh
year Sifto-Salt member, patted her on the back.
"I saw the whole thing and I could have not done
it better." Ishmael and his twin brother Isaac had
caught up with the group.
"Do you take request, Heather?"
"I always do, you know that, Isaac Yoder."
"How about a Kimono, you know one of
those Japanese formals, complete with the
wooden shoes and make-up."
"Red and white?"
"Nah, let's pin it on those stupid idiots
known as the Slytherins."
"Green and silver then it is."
"Sounds good to me." Neville
Longbottom caught up with the group.
"If anyone comes up with anymore
ideas, let me know." Heather grinned
from ear to ear. "I think I am going to
have some fun this year!"
*****
The next day of potions, some to the students
arrived weary of what their potions masters
had to say about what happened in their last
class session. Nothing was said about it and
class had continued on as if it did not happen.
The Charms classes had been canceled earlier
in the day due to Professor Flitwick and the
other Charms professors were away at a
conference in France, so Harry, Ron, Hermione,
and Heather made plans to meet Hagrid in his
hut for afternoon tea.
Halfway through potions, Professor Snape called
upon Heather to show the class how to properly
insert their lacewing flies into their cauldron
because Neville Longbottom melted his fifth
one for that particular week.
"Yes, Uncle Severus." Heather sauntered
up to the front. Professor Snape took
her aside and spat at her.
"Do not call me Uncle Severus during class.
It's Professor Snape, understood?"
"Yes, Uncle Severus." Harry called from his
seat across the room from where the two of them stood.
"That goes for you too!" Snape pointed at
Harry as he spat out his acid.
Both Harry and Heather grinned from ear to
ear as the class laughed hysterically at the
professor's little problem. Then both of the
Potter children said in unison. "Yes, Uncle Severus."
"If you two do not stop disrupting this class, I will put
you in detention and take a way ten points from Gryffindor."
It was not Professor Snape that threatened, but it was
Professor Shift.
"Yes, Professor Shift." The rest of the class observed
silence for the remainder of the class session.
After lunch finished, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Heather
dragged their school bags and books to Hagrid's hut.
Ron knocked on the door and Hagrid opened the door.
"Come on in! I jus' put the tea on. I see ya brough
'Eather wit ya." Heather shook his hand once he offered it after
the four of them took off their coats and joined him inside. "
Ya look jus like yar motha' before she died. Exep ya got Jame's
eyes 'an hair, 'o course." Heather smiled at the rather large man,
of whom of which reminded her of a teddy bear. "I didn't ev'n
know ya existed until Professor Dumbledore mentioned ya at the
staff meeting once ya arrived 'an all. Ya 'ere top secret ya 'ere.
He didn't want ya to get 'urt."
"What do you mean, Hagrid?" Harry seemed confused
on the details of his sister and his separation from one another.
"As, ya know, ya're parents went into hiding when ya
'ere one, Harry. Lily was 'xpecting Heather in six months,
but didn't want to risk anyone else knowing because their
lives 'ere in danger. So, 'Eather, here was one of the secrets
the secret keeper was going to keep. Only, James, Dumbledore
, Sirius, Madame Nelson, Peter, 'an of course Lily knew."
"Why Madame Nelson?" Ron asked as Hermione
rolled her eyes.
"Who do you think delivered her? They could not
exactly go to St. Mungo's now could they?" Hermione
knocked Ron on the head and both Harry and Heather
tried very hard to suppress their fits of laughter.
Hagrid laughed heart fully. "Ya 'o course know
avout what 'appen to ya're parents secret keeper.
That is probably why he went after ya at school,
'Eather. Peter musta told 'em about ya 'an finish
off the potter line."
"Who's Peter?" Heather was the one who
seemed confused now. It was obvious no one had
told her about this before.
"I'll tell you later." Harry told her as Heather
sipped on her tea, but Harry seemed to want more
answers. "But Hagrid that does not explain why we
did not know we were brother and sister until recently."
"I asked Dumbledore the very same question,
'Arry." Hagrid took a sip of his tea. "Dumbledore told
me about what happened right after ya're parents
'ere attacked. Dumbledore knew about what happened
and went to go secure the two of you. He gave 'Eather
to her Godmother, 'irgina 'elson, and you, 'Arry,
to the Weasleys, until we could find your aunt and uncle."
Hagrid paused then continued. "Dumbledore told
me to get ya from the Weasleys a couple 'o hours later.
Sirius Black loaned me his motorbike and I flew to get ya.
Dumbledore never told me to get ya 'Eather because he
knew ya 'ere out of the country 'an 'ere in a place
he-who-must-not-be-named would not be able to find
ya for a while 'an could lead a somewhat normal life.
'Arry, ya 'ere safest with the Dursleys because they
'ere muggles and he would never have found ya there."
Harry seemed satisfied with this explanation, but
turned to face Ron. "I guess it really was fate that we
are best mates." Harry smiled warmly at his red haired
friend.
"I guess so." Ron's eyes sparkled brightly and
Ron turned to look at Heather. Heather met his gaze
and there was something strange about his gaze that
made her not want it to let it drop. Ron smiled at her
with a wide grin and Heather suppressed a giggle.
Hermione watched the display between the two
and smiled. "If only they knew what they were getting
themselves into." Hermione thought to herself as she
looked down at Fang, Hagrid's dog, which sleeps fully
drooled all over her robes. Hermione patted the old
dog's head and scratched behind the old boarhound's
ears absentmindedly. She smiled at the dog and when
her gaze floated back to the group, she noticed Harry
looking at her with an unusual expression on his face.
He seemed to be waiting for a response from a question
that was asked. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about
something else. What did you ask me?"
"I was wondering if you were ready to go.
We have class in a few minutes and we need to be
getting down to the edge of the forest." Harry smiled
at her affectionately. Ron, Heather, and Hagrid were
already outside once Hermione stood up to stretch.
When Hermione bent over to pick up her bag, she and
Harry's heads collided; he was obviously trying to do
the same thing. "Ouch!" the both of them yelped in pain.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry asked once
he had overcome the shock of the accident. Harry
reached over to touch her head once he securely had
her bag on his shoulder. "You don't need to go to the
hospital wing, do you?"
"I'm alright." She sharply in took air as she winced in pain
as he touched the spot in which his head collided with
hers. The room began to spin a little as Hermione felt
woozy enough to sit back down on the chair. "Well,
maybe I should go."
"I'll go tell Hagrid and I will escort you to the
hospital wing."
"Harry, you don't have to miss class because of
me. Besides, we have N.E.W.T.S. coming up
shortly. You need to be in class as much as possible,
especially you since you want to be an auror." Hermione
complained as he knew very well she would do this sort
of thing, after telling her about his hope and desire to become
an auror to once and for all take down Voldermort.
"Hermione, you can barely stand, let alone walk."
Harry quickly spat out as we went over to get Hagrid's
bucket as Hermione turned a mighty shade of green.
Luckily, he gave her the bucket just in time before she
vomited. "I think you have a concussion."
"I think you are right." She leaned back into the
chair and closed her eyes to try to stop the world from
spinning around her. "I think you better go and tell Hagrid."
"I'll be back in a flash, Hermione." Harry raced
out the door to inform Hagrid what had occurred in his
hut in his absence.
"Are ya alright then, 'Arry?" Hagrid asked after
Harry recounted the tale of what happened.
"I just have a bump, but I need to escort Hermione
to the hospital wing. She can barely stand on her own and
she threw-up. Those are classic signs of a concussion."
Harry wanted this conversation to end as quickly as
possible because he knew if Hermione went to sleep;
she would never wake up.
"Go along then, 'Arry." Hagrid dismissed the
boy and he raced off back to Hagrid's hut to take
Hermione to the hospital wing.
Once the two came to the steps to get inside
of the school, Hermione collapsed on to one
of the steps. "I need to stop, Harry."
"Alright," Harry leaned against the railing wall
across from her on the top step. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a break." She placed her
head in between her legs to try to let the dizzy
sensations subside.
Harry tried to rack his mind over what he should do
when someone has a concussion. He had read up on muggle
first aid when he spent the summer with the Dursleys and
he read something about head injuries. "Don't let her
loose conciseness." Something inside him screamed.
When he saw her eyes roll into the back of her head,
Harry knew he had to ask her questions in order to
keep her awake. "So Hermione, are you going to
the Halloween ball?"
Hermione's eyes rolled forward once more as Harry
helped her stand up. "No." she told him as they entered
the doorway. "No one wants to go with me."
"But didn't your parents buy you new dress robes?
I am sure they would be awfully disappointed if you
did not wear them."
"I would wear them if someone would ask me, but it
is a couple of weeks away and I highly doubt it if
anyone would ask me this late." They rounded the
corner and headed down the corridor toward the
hospital wing, in which was at the far end.
"What about you? Have you asked her yet?"
"I've tried to, but it just would not come out.
Besides, she probably should have a date by now,
wouldn't she?" Harry sighed as he tried to hint
to her what he was trying so hard to ask her.
"I heard somewhere that she didn't, but she may
by now."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Harry. Who was it?"
Before Harry could answer her question,
the two of them came to the hospital wing. Harry
escorted Hermione over to a bed and Madame
Pomfrey met them over there. "My goodness!
What in Merlin's name happened?"
Harry recounted the story once more as the two
of them helped Hermione lie down on the bed.
Madame Pomfrey went over to her office and
when she returned, she carried out a potion bottle.
"You need to stay the night for observation and
take this potion every couple of hours."
"But I really should be in class! We have
N.E.W.T.S. this year and I really need to
be in class!" Hermione whined and tried to
get up from the bed. "I'm fine, really! It's
just a bump and nothing else."
"Really, Miss Granger. You really think I am
going to let you go after what happened?
Sometimes, I think you're as bad as Mr. Potter here."
Harry ignored the comment. "Yeah, you're
really fine. That is why you felt dizzy and
vomited a couple of minutes ago. Don't worry;
I will get all of your homework for you." Harry
smiled at her.
"Mr. Potter, unless you are feeling ill as well, I would
suggest you get back to class."
"Professor Hagrid knows I am here. Besides, Care of
Magical Creatures is my last class for today." Then he
lied. "I'm ahead in that class anyway. One day off will
not hurt."
"Suit yourself." Madame Pomfrey poured the liquid into
a cup and gave it to Hermione to drink. Hermione drank
the contents of the glass and cringed with the after taste
of the potion. Harry felt a pang of empathy toward his best
female friend. He had to have the skele-grow potion during
his second year after Professor Lockhart had tried unsuccessfully,
to mend his broken arm after a rogue bludger hit his arm during
a Quidditch match. That particular potion did not taste
very good and Harry had a feeling this one did not
exactly taste any better.
"What did you expect? Pumpkin juice?" Harry
could have just heard Madame Pomfrey exclaim,
but she could not make the comment because after
she had administered the potion, she had left the room.
Harry sat down at the edge of Hermione's bed and
reached over to hold her hand. She looked up and
smiled at him. "It's now or never." He told himself
and called to her. "'Mione?"
"Yes, Harry."
"Since we are head boy and head girl
and neither one of us has dates…"
"Don't remind me."
Harry continued. "Well, I was wondering if you
wanted to go to the ball with me. I know I am no
Viktor Krum…" Harry breathed; somehow, this
was easier than what he expected it to be.
He did not have to wait long for his answer.
Her eyes brightened and she seemed in shock. "Of course,
Harry. I would love to go to the Halloween ball,
but who are we going to go as?"
"Let's not pick anyone obvious, so Romeo
and Juliet are definitely out."
"How about Anthony and Cleopatra?"
"Lavender and Seamus are doing them."
"How about Sandra Dee and Danny from 'Grease'?"
"No, rumor has it that Draco Malfoy and Pansy
Parkinson are doing that one." Harry thought
about who they could go as. "Who could he and
Hermione go as…he and Hermione…" Harry stopped
right there when he thought about her name. He knew
there was a story about her name in Greek mythology.
"Hermione, have you ever thought about where
your name came from?"
"It's Greek and it means earthly. Shakespeare used it
in his play A Winter's Tale but that is about it.
What does my name have to do with what we are
going to go as for the Halloween ball?"
"Do you know where it comes from in Greek mythology?"
"No."
Harry looked shocked. "I thought you read every book
that was ever published."
"I've never been interested in Greek Mythology
or Roman Mythology, but what about Hermione?"
"Hermione was the daughter of Helen of Troy and
King of Sparta."
"Wasn't that the same Helen of Troy who was
considered the most beautiful woman in the world?"
"The same Helen, also, who decided to go off
with Paris and that, started the Trojan wars. She was
betrothed to Orestes before the Trojan War. Later though,
her father wanted her to marry Neoptolemus. Basically,
the two grooms fought over her and her first betrothed
won."
"Oh, well it was interesting, but what does this have
to do with our Halloween ball costumes?"
"I was thinking, you could go as Hermione and I could
be your Orestes." Harry shyly asked her, leaving out the part
of Hermione and Orestes had a son together, but he had a
spark of hope that he and his Hermione could help him
ratify that. "So, what do you say?"
"I say it is time for Miss Granger to get her rest."
Madame Pomfrey showed him out of the room,
but Hermione nodded in approval of their choice.
When Harry saw her nod, he left the room without
another remark.
Harry climbed the stairs toward the Gryffindor tower
with a giant grin upon his face. Not in a million years,
he thought, Hermione would even think about going
to the Halloween ball with him, but when he had asked,
she said "yes." And this baffled Harry.
Harry spotted Ron standing outside the Gryffindor tower,
chatting with Heather. They were deep in conversation
and Ron looked nervous as he talked with her.
"Hey, big brother." Heather called when she noticed
him coming down toward the two of them. "How is
Hermione? Is she going to be okay? Ronny told me
what happened to her."
"Ronny?" Harry looked over at his best mate and
grinned. "Since when have you been Ronny?"
Ron blushed crimson. "Shut up, Harry."
Heather looked at Harry expectantly.
"So, how is Hermione? Is she going to be alright?"
"Madame Pomfrey said she had a concussion
and wanted to keep her over night. Nothing too
bad, like in our second year, remember that Ron?"
"Yeah, that was funny."
"What happened?" Heather was confused again.
"In our second year, Hermione, Ron and I brewed a
polyjuice potion in the girls' lavatory. She got the hairs off
a Slytherin girl and we got our hairs from Crabbe and Goyle."
"Anyway, the hairs she pulled of the Slytherin girl's
robes where of the cat the girl owned, so Hermione
turned into a cat for several hours."
"When she went to the hospital wing, you should
have seen Madame Pomfrey's face! It was classic." Harry
stopped, this time he had inflicted the injuries she received
and the thought made his stomach turn.
Heather either must have read his thoughts, or his
face expressed how he was feeling and she consoled her
brother. "It will be alright, Harry." She smiled affectionately
at him. "Maybe you could take her to Hogsmeade this
weekend to make it up to her."
"Yeah, I'd bet she'd like that." Ron grinned from
ear to ear, but then he decided to change the topic. "So,
have you got a date for the Halloween ball, yet?"
"Just did. Quidditch Cup." The portrait hole
opened up and Harry walked inside before either Ron
or Heather could ask who it was.
*****
The following morning at breakfast proved to
have the usual sensation of tired students. It was
Thursday morning and there was a looming drive because
it was a Hogsmeade weekend added to the mixture of
thoughts and sensations. The next weekend would be Halloween
and the students were putting their finishing touches to their
costumes and knew they would be able to find the perfect prop
or accessory in the small, entire wizarding village.
Heather yawned and began to cut her cinnamon raisin
bagel so she could smear cream cheese over it. Ron watched
her do this as if it were the most fascinating thing to watch.
Harry reclined in a chair between Neville Longbottom
and Hermione, who had been released from the hospital wing
only a few minutes before. Harry began to rack up ideas to
convince Hermione to go to Hogsmeade with him. "Maybe
I'll suggest we go and work on our costumes…yeah, that is it…"
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the call of a
bird flying into the Great Hall. Heather's parents' phoenix
flew into the room carrying a small box and a letter. Heather
opened the letter after she stroked the bird on the head, so
everyone who sat with her could hear it.
Dearest Heather.
Just thought you could use these this weekend.
Love,
Mom and Daddy.
Heather opened the small box and ripped the tissue
out. Inside the box, she found a set of keys. "Why on earth
would my parents send me my car keys?" Heather thought
out loud. "Unless…" Her eyes grew really wide and she abruptly
stood from the table to run out into the entrance hall. Heather
opened the front doors and saw the site she intended to see.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione raced after her, trying to figure
out why she left so quickly, and joined her on the front steps.
Heather exclaimed shouts of joy, "I love my parents!"
She jumped in the black jaguar convertible.
"Your parents sent you a car?" Hermione asked,
not believing they did indeed send her a car.
"Not just any car," Heather turned on the engine
by pressing on the gas, "it is my car! My baby!" she
turned toward the group of them and smiled. "Anyone
want to go for a drive before class starts?"
"Count me in!" Ron jumped into the car, sitting
next to her in what Heather would refer to as "shot-gun"
position.
"Me too!" Harry raced down the stairs and joined
them in the car, but in the back seat. "Come on, Hermione.
It will be fun."
"Fine, but only for a few minutes. We have to be
getting to Astronomy early today because Professor
Star-Cluster is going to be giving us a very interesting
lecture about moon phases and I do not want to be
late and miss any of it." Hermione climbed into the
car and sat down next to Harry against the zebra
stripped pillows.
"There is a throw blanket back there if you
guys get too cold." Heather and Ron both rolled
their eyes at Hermione's last statement and once
everyone was safely buckled in; Heather put the
car in drive and floored it. With the top down,
the wind felt sharp against their faces and Harry
and Hermione decided to lay the blanket over them.
They drove off for a while before Heather motioned
for Ron to look in the glove compartment. "See if my
cell phone, driver's license and insurance card are in there."
Ron scoured through the designated compartment.
"Any idea of where they would be at?"
"I keep my insurance card and my license inside
of the pocket of my ownership manual. My cell phone
and car kit should be in there somewhere next to it."
Heather kept her eyes pinned on the road as she drove.
"The cell phone and rest are here. Hey! What is this?"
Ron pulled out one of Heather's travel cases for her compact disks.
"It's muggle music. Would you like to listen to
some? I have the latest from Limp Biskit."
"Let's listen to this one." Harry pulled out Heather's
Barenaked Ladies cd: "stunt". Heather put it in the player
on her dashboard and the song "One Week" began to play.
"I like vanilla, it is the finest of the flavors." Heather
sang along.
"I reckon we better get heading back to
Hogwarts." Hermione complained.
Harry checked his watch and agreed with the
head girl. "She's right we should be heading back."
Heather turned the car around and headed back toward
the castle. When they pulled up to the main door, the headmasters
along with Professors Shift and McGonagall waited for them
at the steps of the castle. Heather gave an apologetic look to
the rest of the occupants in the car.
Professor Dumbledore spoke first and for some reason
he did not sound mad, which was strange for Heather to hear
from a Headmaster. "Did you enjoy your ride?"
Heather shut off the cd and engine. "I'm sorry, I did not
realize this was a closed campus, so I did not realize we could
not have vehicles here. My parents sent me my car to use
during Hogsmeade weekends…"
"You're parents and I have spoken about this matter
and both feel it would it would be nice for you to have hear
while you attend Hogwarts." Professor Dumbledore
motioned toward the car then winked. "As long as you
keep your grades up and don't make the other students
too jealous, you can keep it."
Heather grinned and locked the doors to her car.
"Oh, and Miss Potter," Dumbledore turned around and
looked at her with all seriousness, "you may want to
put your top up. It's going to rain, and we wouldn't
want that nice leather interior of yours to get all wet,
wouldn't we?" He smiled at her then he and the other
professors went inside.
Heather raced to turn on her vehicle and put the
top up. "Harry, help me with the other side." Harry
raced over and together they put the top up. Once they
reached the doors to enter the castle, when they had
finished, it began to massively down pour. " I did not
know Scotland had a monsoon season." Heather smiled
as the four of them walked inside and on to their class.
*****
History of Magic with Professor Binns lagged
on as usual. Bins, as he was a ghost, did not either
seem to care or was ignorant to the fact he was utterly
boring. Most of the students found themselves entertained
by the thunderstorm crashing outside the castle or the dream
images running through their brains as they slept with their
heads on their desks.
Harry seemed amazed there were two people actually
paying attention today to Professor Binns lecture. Heather
lounged in a chair in front of him, with Ron at her side. She
looked like she was busy taking notes on the current trends
of magical history, stopping only briefly when Ron passed
her a note.
Harry watched Hermione scribble her notes down onto a piece
of paper next to him. She was very interested in what Professor
Binns had to say. "Do it now! Now is your chance to ask her
on that date!" his head screamed at him.
He jotted down a quick hello to see if Hermione
wanted to talk to him.
Hey Hermione!
Hey Harry. What is up? I am busy taking
notes on the lecture right now.
Harry paused, even though she was busy,
he knew if he did not do it now, he would
never do it.
I was just wondering if you wanted to go to
Hogsmeade with me and look for stuff for our costumes.
Harry felt a wave of relief once Hermione responded.
Sure! I would love to.
Great, pick you up at breakfast then?
That would be wonderful. Is Ron and Heather going with us?
I was kind of hoping it would be just the two of us,
since we will be working on our costumes together so
they could be a surprise.
Oh, okay. Are you sure?
Well, don't you want it a surprise?
I guess so.
Well, then, we got to keep it from them what we
are doing…at least for a week…nothing too long.
Hermione looked up from the note and smiled at
Harry. She nodded at him and tucked the note into her
bag, once the bell rang for them to be dismissed from class.
"So, are you guys going to ride with us on back and
forth from Hogwarts?" Heather asked as she and Ron
caught up with the two of them.
"Yeah, but 'Mione and I have some official
Hogwarts business to take care of." Harry lied.
"What about?" Ron looked excited.
"You can't know. It's official head boy and girl
top-secret business. So, we are going to have to split
up once we get there." Hermione continued Harry's lie.
"That is fine." Heather said over dramatically.
"I know when I am not wanted." Afterwards she laughed
to signal to them, it was okay with her.
"Hey, Scar-head! How is your Mrs. Scar-head?"
Harry and his gang turned around and found the site
they intended to see. Draco Malfoy, his two goons Vincent
Crabb and Gregory Goyle, and Danielle MacNeal standing
a couple of feet away from them.
Heather wanted to jump the four of them, and once
she looked over at the rest of the group, they looked like
they wanted to as well.
"What do you want, ferret face?" Harry shot back at him.
"I'm really not in the mood to mess with you today."
"You think you are all big and bad, Potter, because
your head boy. All you and your sister are a dirty half-breeds
because your muggle-loving father married a filthy mudblood."
Hermione had to physically restrain both Harry and Ron because
they were both ready to leap on the boy.
Danielle Sniggered as she finished his thoughts. "Yeah,
and look where that got him! Six-feet-under in a box! You might
want to learn from the past Harry and learn from your father's
mistakes. Especially since the evidences of that mistake are
still here today."
Hermione tightened her grip on Ron and Harry, but
her attempts were futile because Heather went after the two
of them. As Draco and Danielle pulled out their wands,
Professor McGonagall raced toward them to prevent
the fight. "What's the meaning of this? Who started this?"
"Draco and Danielle insulted Harry and Heather's
mother and father with out any real cause." Hermione explained.
"Fifty points from Slytherin and a weeks worth of
detention for the both of you. Maybe that will teach you
not to insult your fellow students." Professor McGonagall
lead the two misbehaving students away and their two
goons followed suit.
Once the five had turned away and were
walking down the corridor, Heather pointed finger
at the two of them and pigtails, curling behind their
backs with them not noticing a single thing. Heather
giggled and raced to catch up with Harry, Ron,
and Hermione.
*****
Defense Against the Dark Arts classes
consistently progressed to the better since Harry,
Ron and Hermione had joined Heather in Professor
James Phillips' class. Professor Phillips stood a proud
six-foot exactly and was a thin man, with cropped light
brown hair and light blue eyes. "Good afternoon, students."
"Good afternoon, Professor Phillips."
"Today, we are going to be learning about love
charms and potion and why some consider it a dark art."
Professor Phillips turned around and began his lecture.
"Does anyone want to tell me why or why not you
would support this? Yes, Miss Potter."
"A dark art is defined as any form of magic in
which is used for ones own selfish ambition. A love
potion or charm is usually brewed when one wants
someone when they know they cannot have them."
"Correct fifteen points to Gryffindor." The
lesson continued on with the students frantically
writing down notes about love potions and charms.
The bell rang for them to head on to their next
class: Muggle studies with Professor Fulla Moon.
As they reached the door to the classroom, they
noticed a note attached to it.
Students,
All classes today will be held on the Quidditch
pitch for a practical lesson.
-Professor Moon.
Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Heather went outside
to be greeted by the clouds parting and the sun coming
back out. Outside on the pitch the four of them found
Professor Moon setting up targets for archery. When
Professor Moon spotted them, she greeted them.
"Hello, Heather, Ron, Hermione, Harry. Heather, you
know how to do this, could you help me?"
"No problem." Heather went over to attach a target
on to a large bale of hay.
"Heather, I don't suppose I can get you to demonstrate
this for me?" Professor Moon asked her, hoping she would agree.
"Sure, do you have my bow and arrows?"
"Right over here." Professor Moon pointed over to a case.
Heather handed Professor Moon her wand and zipped-open
her archery case. She put on a special glove on to help guide
the arrow, and then she grabbed her arrows and took her aim.
She took three shots as the students began to file out on the
Quidditch pitch. The first one fell very short; as did the second,
but the third one hit the target pretty close to the bull's-eye.
"So, Miss Scarhead can hit the target 1/3 of the time,
bit deal." Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Actually believe it or not, what she did was called
"finding the distance" and considering it only took her 3 shots
to do it, is considered really good." Professor Moon turned
to the rest of her class. "Welcome class. Today, we will be
learning an ancient form of defense in the muggle world and
I think most of you Hogwarts students may come to enjoy.
It is one of which has become quite a sport, and of course
I am talking about the defense form called archery. For the
next three weeks we will be learning different forms of
ancient defense such as archery and swordsmanship. We
will also be looking at ancient muggle mannerisms and how
they are different in the muggle world today. To support this,
we will all enter "chivalry" class and discover what was and
is considered well mannered. For now, everyone pair up and see
if you can hit the targets."
"Ron, want to be my partner?" Heather asked.
"Sure." He went over to her and joined her where she stood.
"Since I already hit the target, why don't you
give it a try?" Heather handed him her bow and some arrows.
Ron looked at it with raised eyebrows, in confusion.
"How do you load this thing?" Ron attempted to put the arrow
inside the bow, but did not accomplish the desired goal.
Heather took the bow from him and showed
him how to load it. He watched intently as she loaded
the bow into the arrow with out much care. "If you
don't get it the first time, don't worry too much. I
didn't even hit the target until the seventy-first time."
For the next few minutes, Ron grew more
and more frustrated with the bow and arrow. "Here,
let me help." Heather took hold of the archery supplies
before he could say no. She took hold of the bow over
his hand and wrapped the other one around him to help
guide his shot. Ron felt an electric feeling at her touch
and it felt unusual to him. He liked it, but it felt new to him.
Heather whispered into his ear and it slightly
aroused him. "You have to have to be steady and patient
when firing an arrow. That is why it takes a lot of physical
strength to be able to do this sport."
A gut feeling told Ron that they were no longer
talking about archery. "Well, I want to be really good.
There is an archer I want to impress."
"Oh, really?" Heather blushed. She guided
his shot. "Now, when I say "go", let go of the arrow, okay?"
"Okay."
She waited for his aim to be perfect and then
whispered, "go". The arrow flew into the air at a perfect
angle and it landed on the bull's-eye. "See what happens
when you have a little patience? Things go a little better."
"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, thanks." Ron smiled,
tempted to lean in toward her and plant a passionate kiss
upon her lips, but restrained himself because he was no
t sure if she felt the same way and that her brother was
his best friend.
Heather mentally kicked herself for not kissing him,
at least on the cheek. To let him know of all the burning
desires within her heart. "What kind of former girlfriend
are you?" her other side defended her decision. "Hector has
only been gone for three weeks now and now you are already
replacing him!" Heather pulled at Hector's ring unconsciously,
which she had not taken it off since placing it
around her neck a summer before.
Ron noticed her playing with the school ring
and his heart sank. She still wore Hector's ring around
her neck. He knew if he did not get out of there, he knew
he would say something stupid about it. "I have to go."
He told her as soon as the bell rang for class to end.
"See you at dinner?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then." Heather watched him
painfully walk away from her to head up to the Gryffindor
Tower. He caught up with Harry and told him he needed
to practice his Quidditch moves before dinner.
"Ready to go, Heather?" Hermione asked, collecting
her book bag from the ground where she had left it to
practice archery with Harry.
"Yeah, let's go." Heather picked up her book bag
and together Heather and Hermione walked up to the Gryffindor
Tower.
*****
Friday passed quickly and uneventfully,
unless one would count Neville Longbottom melting,
yet again, another cauldron eventful. Saturday arrived
before anyone could really put much thought into the
weekend. After checking out with Feltch, Ron, Harry,
Hermione, and Heather walked out onto the front lawn
to Heather's car. Harry and Hermione climbed into the
back which left Ron to sit next to Heather in the front
seat. "What do you guys want to listen to? I do not
know of any of the good radio stations in the area,
so I guess we will have to listen to my cds. Which
one do you want to listen to? If you do not tell me,
I will put in my Creed cd."
"Which one?" Hermione asked.
"Human Clay."
"Oh, that is a good one." Hermione
seemed to jump in her seat, excited, a feat in
which was truly amazing since she was safely
buckled in.
Heather took out the cd and placed it into
the player. Immediately, the 'shuffle' option mixed
up the tracks and played track four. The song
entitled "Say I" began to play. "We did this song for a
winter color guard show once, in my first year.
I have my rifle and saber in the trunk if ya want
to see some of the moves."
"Maybe once we get to Hogsmeade."
Ron commented and Harry heard her cell
phone ring.
"I think your cell phone is ringing."
"Ron, could you answer it?"
"How do you work it?"
"Press 'send', say hello, and ask who it is."
Heather kept her eyes on the road.
Ron pressed the button and answered the
phone. "Hello…yes this is her phone…who is this?
Okay, she is right here…hold on a moment." Ron placed
the phone by Heather's ear so she could talk on the phone
with out having to worry about hanging on to it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Heather! It's me Emily Zale."
"Hey, Emmy. Long time no hear. Hold on,
let me put you on my head set." Heather, single handedly,
attached a head piece to her phone. Ron put it on her
head, and the voice of her friend Emily grew more
life like. "How are you doing, Em?"
"I am fine. I called your house and your parents
told me you were away at school, so I tried calling you
the other day and it said your phone was out of the service
area! I could not even get to your voice mail!"
"Yeah, take a guess of where I am at?"
"Monee?"
"Monee would be good if I were still in the
country. I am in Scotland right now."
"No way!"
"Way!"
"You're parents made you change schools?"
"No, my school burnt down. They sent me over here."
"How do you like it?"
"It's nice. I've met some new friends."
"Speaking of which, was that Hector
that answered the phone?"
Heather paused. "Rachel and Hector
died in the fire."
"I'm so sorry, Heather!" She paused,
and then continued. "So, what else is going
on around you since I am stuck here in California?"
"Remember how I told you about that brother
I had, but I didn't know where he was at?"
"Vaguely, but anyways…"
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I found him."
"Really, you found him there? Wow! That
is a one in a billion probability! So what is
the beef on this brother of yours? What is
his name? What does he look like? Does he
have a girl friend?"
"Want to talk to him? He's sitting right here
behind me?" Heather took of the head set
and passed it behind her. "It's my friend
Emily. She wants to say hello to you?"
Harry put on the head set. "Hello."
"Hey! I am Emily Zale, I am one of
Heather's friends from grade school.
What is your name?"
"Harry, Harry Potter."
"Not the Harry Potter!"
"Yes, the Harry Potter." Harry took
the head set off as Emily screamed
in excitement.
"Sorry about that, it's just I've never
met anyone famous before."
"That is alright. I get it all the time."
Harry assured her and the conversation
continued until the black and silver Jaguar
convertible pulled into Hogsmeade. Heather
parked the car in front of the Three Broomsticks
and then saved Harry from the ritualistic
'do you have a girl friend?' question by taking
the head set from him to tell Emily they
needed to hang up.
"Hey, Emily. I am going to let you go now.
Yes, it was nice talking with you.
Well…good-bye!" Heather hung up her cell
phone and began to put the top of her convertible
up and locked the doors.
Harry grabbed Hermione and began walking
down the street to the clothing shop. "We'll see
you later. We have costume business to take
care of. How about we meet at the Three
Broomsticks for lunch." Harry called over his
shoulder to his sister and his best friend.
"Want to go over to my brothers', Fred and
George's, new store here in Hogsmeade?
It's a joke shop."
"Sure, I could use a good laugh right at
the moment." Heather put her keys in her
blue-jean pocket and headed toward the
store, down the street.
*****
Heather screamed, but it did not do any good.
The Dark Lord, Voldermort, had her dangling
by a rope over a pit of hot, boiling lava. Hermione
matched her cries with her calling to Harry for help.
Voldermort stood in between the pits and he cackled
with laughter and taunted Harry. "Your lover or your
sister, Potter. Choose wisely." Heather suddenly felt
the rope she was being dangled with give into her
weight and she fell toward the lava with an
accelerated pace.
Heather screamed and suddenly woke in a
cold sweat. She also found Ron Weasley
sitting on her bed next to her, shaking her.
She exclaimed. "The dark lord!"
"It's okay, Heather! You were only
dreaming!"
Heather sighed in relief. "Thank Merlin!"
Heather looked around the room in reassurance
everything was as it should be. Harry and
Hermione, along with Professor McGonagall
raced into the room a few minutes later.
"What happened?" Professor McGonagall asked,
demanding answers. Ron proceeded to tell her
what had happened. " Well, Mr. Weasley. It
seems as if you have things well under control.
I will leave you to handle the situation. Come on,
Potter, Miss. Granger."
The three of them left the room, but not before
Harry had asked his sister if she needed anything.
Once she assured him she was alright, he left with
Hermione at his side. Ron looked back at her, and
told her what had happened. "I heard you scream
and then I ran in to see if you were alright."
"It was just a nightmare." She caught her breath as
she repeated her thoughts from before. "Thank Merlin."
"What was going on in the dream? You will feel
better about it if you tell me."
"Voldermort was using Hermione and I as a trap
for Harry…"
"And he has to decide which one he has to save,
I know."
"You've been having these dreams, too?"
"No, but Harry and Hermione have been.
They still have to be given a dreamless sleep
potion ever evening before bed."
"What does it all mean?" Heather gave her knees
a hug and Ron placed his hand on her arm to
comfort her as she tied to sort out the meaning
of the dream.
"What ever it is, we have to tell Professor Dumbledore."
*****
The next week of school flew by quickly and
soon the weekend was upon them once more and so
was the day of the Halloween ball. Heather woke to the morning
of the thirty-first of October to Harry, Ron, and Hermione
waiting for her in the Prefect common room. Heather grabbed
her bathrobe and joined them. "Good morning, Heather."
Ron grinned, trying to suppress fits of laughter.
"Good morning." Hermione looked up from her book calmly.
She gave Ron an evil glare and he stopped laughing, albeit
only temporary. "How did you sleep?"
"Alright, thanks to Madame Pomfrey. She gave me a
dreamless sleep potion." Heather admitted, and then
caught on of what was actually going on.
"Okay, what are you guys up to?"
"Think about it. What day is today?" Harry yawned.
"October thirty-first and the Halloween Ball is tonight."
"Besides that." Ron hinted.
"My birthday?"
"Happy Birthday!" Ron shouted as he handed her his gift.
"Thanks." Heather said forcefully.
"What is wrong, Heath?" Harry asked her. Hermione
handed her present to her, as well.
"It's nothing…" She paused as she looked down at
her feet. "It's just…I celebrated my birthday before
I came here. You see I celebrated my birthday last
July. Like my parents do every year."
"July?"
"The thirty-first."
"That is my birthday!" Harry exclaimed.
"Really? It must be why they chose the day."
"Wait a minute. You said you had to be sixteen
in order to get your license. Why do you have
it already?" Hermione seemed confused.
"Daddy pulled a few strings and was able to get
me into the driver's registration office a couple
of months early."
"Oh."
"So, are you going to open your presents or what?"
Harry asked, fiddling with something in his pocket.
"Mine, first!" Ron claimed.
"Fine." Heather took a seat on a near by sofa couch
and began o tear open the wrapping paper with out
much care into saving it. Heather found a small offering
of assorted items including: a couple of dungbombs, two
boxes of Berti Botts every flavor beans, and three packages
of chocolate frogs. "Thanks, Ron. We're going to have
sot set these of in the Slytherin common room sometime
with in the next month." She grinned evilly and placed
the gift aside.
"Mine next!" Hermione shouted and leapt over to where
Heather sat. Once Heather opened the gift a little ways,
and it soon began apparent of what the present consisted
of. "A quill?"
"Yes, an eagle feather quill, just like ours." Hermione
motioned toward the two boys in the room besides
herself. "I noticed you used ink ball point pens and
I knew as a writer, you might like to have one."
"Thanks! You will have to show me how to use it
because I have never used a quill before." She put
the quill aside and then looked at Harry. He handed
her a small velvet box. When Heather opened it, she
gasped. "Oh, Harry! It's beautiful!" Heather pulled
out a beautifully engraved heart shaped locket. Heather
opened it and found a wizard photograph of her
mother, father, and a baby Harry. "Is this mom
and dad?"
"Yeah," Harry smiled at the picture as it moved.
A red haired woman kissed a little boy as his father
held him. Harry, James, and Lily Potter waved at
their daughter and sister.
Tears formed in Heather Potter's eyes as she gave
her brother a long hug. Harry smiled as his sister
smiled as she wiped the tears out of her eyes with
a smile. "Thanks, Harry."
"No problem. Let's get down to the Great Hall
for breakfast." Harry guided her out of the portrait
hole with Ron and Hermione close behind them.
"I'm starving!"
*****
Later in the evening, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and
Heather went their separate ways to get ready for
the ball. Ron and Harry decided to meet up with
the girls in the Gryffindor common room. Harry was
the first in the common room and he decided he wanted
to wear his new dress robes over his white toga to keep
warm in the crisp autumn air. Ron followed suit as he
came out dressed like a hippie, even down to the
"love beads". "Hey, Harry. Looking sharp, mate."
"You look not too bad yourself." Harry noticed his
friend was "forced" to wear tight light brown suede
pants.
"Ronny? Are you ready to go?" Heather asked as she
came out of the prefects' dormitories. "Wow, Harry!
Nice crown of fig leaves! Did you make that yourself?"
"I wanted to be as authentic as possible." Harry then
noticed she was obviously not wearing a bra. He turned
red at the thought. "You're not wearing a bra?" It was more
a question than an exclamation.
"I wanted to be as authentic as possible." She grinned at
him, and then turned around to Ron. "Let's go, Ronny." She
turned back to Harry, still dumbfounded to why she was
not wearing all of her undergarments and held up her
index and middle finger to form the number two.
"Peace out, Har. See you and Hermione at the
party." Together the two of them walked out
of the Gryffindor Tower.
Harry watched the two of them leave; half of him
wanting to congratulate Ron for finding love and
the other half wanting to deck his best friend for
even thinking about his sister in that way.
"Wow! Harry, you look nice!" Hermione's heavenly
voice floated through his ears. Harry turned around
and smiled at her.
Harry was speechless at the sight of her. Her hair,
tamed from its usually bushy hair, curled perfectly
into spiral ringlets. Her dress robes were made
from the same green material his were. When Harry
was finally able to speak, all he could gasp out.
"You look beautiful, 'Mione."
Hermione blushed brightly. "Thanks, but we'd better
be going or people are going to talk."
"Okay, but I wanted to give you this." He opened a
medium sized box, and once he opened it, Hermione
smiled. For inside lay a wrist flower corsage. It consisted
of three blood red roses, a spray of baby's breath,
and a red and white ribbon to accent.
"It's beautiful, Harry. Thank you." She smiled as he
placed the corsage around her wrist. Harry held out
his arm for her to hold on to and together they walked
out of the Gryffindor common room.
Once Harry and Hermione walked into the Great Hall,
the room buzzed with life. Not because people were
enjoying themselves not because they were trying to
enjoy the music Professor Gaddis chose, but because
the group grew restless for something they liked.
The duo found Ron and Heather chatting with Mika
Salena, India Jade, Blair Blake, Andrew Ambrose,
Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Seamus Finnigan.
"Hey, Harry, Hermione." Neville waved.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"What do you think of the party so far?" Mika asked
the new comers.
"It's alright." She shrugged.
"I think it bloody hell sucks." Heather commented.
"Who chose this bloody music anyway?"
"I think you will find it was Professor Gaddis.
I guess he was trying to stop the Western whores
from grinding every man in site. Horny Bitches."
Blair Blake rolled his eyes at Andrew Ambrose's comment
about their rival house. "We just need to take matters into our
own hands, that's all." Andrew grinned from ear to ear.
"Andrew, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Blair
matched his grin.
"What are you planning?" Heather caught on to
what the two were planning.
"You will see." The two of them excused themselves
and went to find Parker Aubrey and Cosmo Cyrus.
Heather smirked, as everyone seemed to be at a loss of
what was going on. "I think Transfig-UR is going to take over."
The students from the Chicago Institute looked at one
another and knew the four boys would change the party to
the way they liked it. The Hogwarts students; however, did
not know and were still confused on what was going on.
"Transfig-UR?" Ginny asked, wanting to lift the
confusion for all of them. "What is that?"
"Blair, Andrew, Parker, and Cosmo D.J. together.
They're group is called Transfig-UR." Mika explained
while watching her date, Andrew; walk away with
India's date, Blair.
"Are they any good?" Ron asked Heather.
"There is a reason why they are Sifto-Salt's
unofficial D.J. team. They remix all of the dance
teams music for us." Heather smiled at Ron.
A few moments later, Blair claimed the stage along with
everyone's attention. "Hey, everyone! Who else thought that sucked?"
There was a major uproar of applause and shouts of agreement. "Well,
me and the rest of the boys from Transfig-UR have decided to take
over. So, sit back and relax as Transfig-UR transfigures your party!"
The lights suddenly dropped and then laser lights flashed as
smoke poured out of the strategically placed cauldrons surrounding
the room. A screen ascended from the ceiling and the song "Get
This Party Started" by Pink began to play. The screen played bits
and pieces of the actual music video by the artist along with other
video screens strategically placed in sequence.
Everyone in the room began to dance the night away as
Transfig-UR mixed the music. About halfway through the party,
Blair Blake made another announcement over the sound system.
"Hey, how's it going? Having a great time tonight?" After the
loud screams and applause, he continued. "Traditionally, tonight
is the crowning of our Homecoming King and Queen. So, in
keeping with tradition, we are going to crown the best dressed
couple tonight."
After the round of applause, Andrew took over. "Last
year's Homecoming King and Queen, would you please step
forward."
Heather growled as Danielle MacNeal came forward
with her date, Tim Rose; a seventh year member of
Franklin house. She handed Andrew their crowns and left
the stage. Andrew began to speak again. "Tonight, we
thought that since the Hogwarts students were so
gracious to allow us to attend their school, we would
crown one of their gentleman as our king for this year."
"And the winners are..." Parker made a drum
rolling sound with his hands and the table top.
"From Hogwarts, our new king is: Ronald Weasley!"
Ron's eyes went wide as he stood in shock.
Harry patted his friend on the back to congratulate
him. Ron made his way to the front and accepted
his award.
"Now the crowning of our queen. As states
in our student handbook, our queen must be a
member of the Chicago Institute and she must
be at least a fourth year." Andrew fed the
anticipation. "And the winner is a girl who is not
new to the position of being queen, infact, she is
the current reigning Miss Junior United States.
Ladies and gentlemen, witches and wizards, I am
proud to announce that this year's Chicago Institute
of Witchcraft and Wizardry's homecoming queen is
Heather Potter!"
Heather's eyes went as wide as Ron's
as she went forward, but once she was half way
up, Andrew played the "Miss United States"
remix.
Once she came up front, she glared at
Andrew and Blair. They cut the music and
gave her the award. "It looks like they are
going to be dead later on this evening." Cosmo
commented and everyone in the room laughed.
"As tradition, our new king and queen must
take the floor in a spot light dance."
Heather and Ron looked at each other.
Heather had only danced with Ron in the fast
songs and knew her thoughts would only betray
her with a slow song. She complied with it, as did
Ron and the two of them took the dance floor.
Transfig-UR played "One In A Million"
(Bostrom Mix) by Bosson. Ron smiled at her.
"You look really nice this evening."
"You have said that about seven times this
evening."
"Oh," Ron nervously looked down at
his feet. "but you really do look nice."
"Thanks, Ron." She smiled at him,
affectionately. "You do too!"
After the song ended, Heather looked a
little flushed. "You want to go outside? You
look a little flushed."
"Yeah, let's go."
Heather and Ron were not the only ones
having a wonderful time at the dance. Hermione
found herself lost in Harry's eyes as they danced
to another slow song toward the end of the
evening. They spoke no words, but allowed the
words to the Backstreet Boys song "How Did I fall?"
speak for them.
"It's now or never." Harry told himself as he
leaned in to capture her lips with his own. Once he
did, she accepted his attentions to her lips
gleefully and willingly. One of her hands found the
back of his head as the kiss deepened.
"Go, Harry!" Lavender Brown exclaimed as
she danced with Dean Thomas, near by. Dean
whistled at the two as they let go of their kiss.
Both Harry and Hermione wore Gemini
expressions of embarrassment and were blushing
profusely once everyone around them
was watching them.
Harry looked at Hermione and knew how
she felt about him. He reached out for her hand
and she took it.
*****
Ron walked Heather away from the
Halloween ball and felt the light breeze cool him
because in the Great Hall, being filled with
hundreds of bodies, was too warm for anyone to
dwell in it for too long. The two of them walked
for quite some time before either one could
realize they were standing next to the lake.
A full blood moon shone brightly down
upon them and the stars above them danced in
their ancient styles. The moon beams played
on the ripples on the lake. Ron knew this was
the perfect time to do it. "Now, before your
Gryffindor courage runs out!" he thought to
himself as he leaned into kiss her, but then he
noticed she still, after all this time, wore
Hector's ring around her neck. Ron grew frustrated.
"Why do you still wear his ring, Heather? You
need to move on."
Heather grew defensive. "Who died and
made you my mother?"
"Look, Heather..."
"Don't "Look, Heather" me!" she began
to rage. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask for
them to die!" she clamped her hand over her
mouth as if she had said something nasty.
For the first time, it dawned upon her they were
indeed, not coming back and this was not sort
of joke and Hector and Rachel would pop
out of no where and yell "jokes on you" as
she had pulled some of the same to them.
"Heather, I'm sick and tired of having
to compete with a memory! No one can!"
Ron fumed.
It was Heather's turn to fume. "What
do you mean by "compete with a memory"?
Ron, what are you talking about?"
Heather was even more confused than what
she was before. He sauntered away a couple of
feet and threw his hands in their air.
"Heather, in case you did not notice, I
am in love with you!" Ron exclaimed, exasperated
as he finally let out his feelings for her. He walked
back over towards her and took her hands into
his.
"Do it!" His head screamed at him and
Ronald Weasley pulled her tighter to him to
kiss her passionately on the lips. Her lips
were soft and moist against his.
Once Ron pulled away from the kiss,
he noticed tears forming in her eyes. Heather
quickly turned and ran back toward the castle,
crying.
Ron did not race after her like he knew he
wanted to. He wanted to so badly it hurt, to dry
away her tears and take away her pain. How
could he, though, when he was the one who
caused them.
*****
End chappie 10!
That was a long one...sorry about the wait guys!
By the way, I do not own the songs used
in the story either. They are owned by the
peps who made them...
here is a rose for all of you for waiting so
patiently for this....
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On to Chappie Eleven...when I finish typing it...
don't worry, that one is smaller!