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Collision by CallingMidnight

Format: Novel
Chapters: 39
Word Count: 112,524

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Lupin, Sirius, James, Lily, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC

First Published: 12/21/2004
Last Chapter: 07/11/2005
Last Updated: 09/09/2005

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting BEAUTIFUL new banner by RecklessAbandon!!!! For years, Heather's only remaining relatives ignored her, leaving her in an orphanage...until, when she turned 17, for some unknown reason they saw fit to send her to Hogwarts for a final year of schooling. At fist, Heather was nervous about meeting her only family. But she quickly realized that she needn't be afriad...she should be terrified. Her relatives were worse than she had remembered. Especially her cousin, Lucius Malfoy.

Chapter 9: Those Three Dumb Words

Chapter Nine~*~Those Three Dumb Words

Heather ran to catch up with the boy, panting heavily. She stopped and saw the boy running back into the Great Hall. She started running again, ignoring the sharp, cutting pain in her side. Finally she entered the Great Hall, just in time to see the boy’s robes whip around a corner. She ran through the hall, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She didn’t know where this boy was going, but it seemed to be very far away. Finally, however, she heard him stop running. She was just about to turn the corner to catch the boy, when she heard him whimpering, followed by a greasy, slick voice.

“And where are you off to? Little Mud-Blood?” the voice asked menacingly. Heather’s stomach curled. Snape.

“I...I was just....bathroom...” the boy muttered terrified. Heather closed her eyes. The boy had been running just to go to the bathroom?! She almost laughed out loud at the absurdity. She heard the boy hit the ground. He was sniffling loudly. Heather dared to poke her head around the corner. It was exactly like in her vision. The first year boy was crying, crumpled up against the wall. Except this time she could see that the face of the wizard was Snape. Heather slowly grasped her wand.

“I think you need a password, Mud-Blood,” Snape said coldly. Heather’s heart thumped at the injustice. Was Snape capable of hurting this boy just because he was a Mud-Blood?!

“But...I don’t know any!” the boy squeaked.

“Well, then. I guess you’re just going to have to deal with the punishments,” Snape sneered, raising his wand high into the air. He brought it down slowly on the boy, but Heather was ready. She knew what to do.

“EXPELLIARMUS!” she roared, leaping around the corner. Snape was slammed off his feet, smashing against the wall. But he still had a firm grip on his wand! Damn! “Expelliarmus!” she yelled again, but Snape was ready this time.

‘”Protego,” he muttered, and her spell rebounded on her. She flew off her feet, and her wand flew out of her hands. The boy gave a terrified yelp and ran away. Snape seemed too distracted with Heather to worry about the boy. “Accio wand,” he said loudly, and Heather’s wand flew into his hands. He grinned as Heather picked herself up off the ground. She was terrified. What an idiot she had been. Why hadn’t she just gone for help? No, she had to be an idiot and run inside while everybody else, teachers included, was outside watching the match. There was nobody to help her now.

“Stay away from me, Snape,” Heather warned. Snape grinned showing crooked teeth.

“Why would I want to do that? You’re awfully pretty, and you’re a Pure-Blood. I am too. You should feel honored that I find you appealing.”

“I can barely contain my excitement,” she hissed as Snape advanced. Heather backed away, until her back hit hard stone. Oh...god. Snape licked his lips, pocketing both of their wands.

“So...once you’ve joined Lord Voldemort, you can become a Death Eater. Our child can be a Death Eater too,” he said. Heather’s eyes widened in terror. She tried to run, but he grabbed her roughly. He turned her around and slammed her into the wall. She tried to scream, but he shoved a hand roughly over her mouth. Pulling out his wand he muttered, “Silencio.” Heather began to cry as he grabbed both of her wrists in a punishing grip, pulling them up over her head and pinning them to the wall with one hand. She struggled, but he pressed his body against hers.

“You will come to your senses, soon,” Snape whispered against her ear. He pressed his knee between her legs, forcing them apart.

“No...” she mouthed, but Snape slammed his mouth against hers painfully. Her heart thundered in terror. His free hand found her blouse and began unbuttoning it. His teeth cut at her lips, his tongue thrusting roughly into her mouth. Heather’s entire being focused then on one, pleading thought... ‘Let Sirius find me...Please let him find me.’

Suddenly, as if an answer to her prayers, Snape was ripped off of her with tremendous force. A dog like snarl filled the hallway. Heather saw Sirius hauling Snape from her by the throat. Snape, who had been as surprised as Heather, didn’t react quickly enough. Sirius pounded his fists mercilessly into Snape’s face, slamming him into the walls.

“Don’t! You! Ever! Touch! Her! AGAIN!” he yelled, delivering a new blow with each word. Sirius had never felt such rage. Sure, he had hated Snape, but never before had he actually wanted to kill him. Now he did, and he knew that he would enjoy it. Snape, however, had gotten over the initial shock of Sirius’ appearance, and had pulled out his wand.

“Crucio!” Snape yelled, but it didn’t work. He stared, and realized he had been using Heather’s wand, and Heather’s wand wasn’t used to that curse. Snape growled and fumbled for his own wand, but Sirius leaped at him again. Snape kicked him in the stomach, and Sirius dropped to the ground. Heather, unknown to the two fighting boys, had moved over to the wand Snape had dropped. She snatched it up and pointed it at Snape.

“Stupify!” she tried to yell, but no sound came out. She had never been good at doing spells without her voice. She tried it again, but she just couldn’t do it. Her hands were shaking badly, and she was having trouble concentrating. She had never had to deal with somebody like Snape before. Snape, however, seemed to realize that their fighting was getting them nowhere, and threw Sirius from him. He ran down the hallway.

“I’ll get you, Blood-Traitors!” he yelled over his shoulder. Heather sank to the floor shaking all over. She looked up at Sirius, who was also shaking, but with rage, not fear. He saw her face and immediately wished he could have punched Snape one more time. The bastard.

“Merlin, are you ok?” he said, dropping down next to her. Heather had tears running silently down her face. Sirius just did the first thing his instincts told him to do. He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. “It’s alright. God, when I saw he had you pinned to the wall...” Sirius broke off, squinting his eyes shut in pain of the memory. “My whole world flipped upside-down.” Heather put her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, convulsing in silent sobs. She needed his strength. Sirius frowned, wondering why she hadn’t said anything yet. He had thought she would have at least let out a sob or something. He pulled her away and saw that she had soaked his shoulder. His heart broke.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he muttered, placing his hand on her cheek, wiping away some stray tears. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again, understand?”

“Thank you,” Heather muttered mutely, but remembered she couldn’t talk. Sirius frowned in confusion.

“What happened to your voice?” he said worriedly. Heather picked up her wand, motioning towards her throat. Sirius frowned for a second, and then understood.

“Snape put a silencing charm on you?” he asked, trying to keep his rage in check. Snape would pay for this. “Here,” Sirius murmured, muttering the counter curse.

“Thanks,” Heather said rather hoarsely. She looked up at him, love in her eyes. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up...”

“I don’t even want to think about that,” Sirius said, closing his eyes at the thought of Snape forcing himself on Heather.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

“I didn’t see you after the match, so I came looking for you,” Sirius explained, smiling warmly. Heather smiled too.

“I owe you so much...I...” she broke off. She didn’t want to admit her love to him. If he didn’t love her back, she didn’t want to feel that terrible rejection. He had never actually said the words to her. She looked away hurriedly. Sirius seemed to be reading her mind. He placed his hand under her chin, urging her to look him in the eye.

“I love you, Heather Malfoy,” he said softly. Heather smiled, tears in her eyes.

“I love you too,” she muttered, and he pulled her slowly into a warm, tender kiss.

A/N: Ok, I know, I know. Extremely fluffy. I thought a little fluff was needed for this chapter though. If you didn’t like it, I understand, but I thought it was kind of sweet. Please review, let me know what you think!